What?

Five Poison Religion?

After Lin Mo finished mocking the black robe in front of him.

Several people present trembled involuntarily.

Turning his head to look, he saw the conspicuous sign on the chest of the black robe.

"Help!"

For a time, all the customers, including the boss, fled the place.

The three words of the Five Poison Religion have become their indelible nightmare.

The black robe on the opposite side didn't care about these people at all.

"Mr. Lin, long time no see!"

The hoarseness is like metal rubbing across glass, which is particularly uncomfortable.

Saying that, he walked over slowly and sat down unceremoniously.

Lin Mo snorted coldly with disdain on his face.

"I don't remember, I also knew the scum of the Five Poison Religion!"

The voice fell, and his palm was already on the hilt of the sword.

Always be ready to get your hands dirty.

What only puzzled him was that the black robe's voice sounded somewhat familiar.

Can't remember for a while.

The irony that Hei Pao faced was uncharacteristically calm.

"Mr. Lin, you have forgotten how much!"

As he spoke, he took off the hat on his head.

What caught the eye was an ugly and disgusting face.

The facial features are almost indistinguishable from the twisted cheeks.

The swollen skin was extremely pale, and it continued to overflow.

Just one glance, Lin Mo couldn't help but feel sick.

"Ugly?" The black-robed man laughed at himself.

"Actually, I think so too!"

As he spoke, he began to reflect his disgusted face towards the dagger in his hand.

With just one glance, the dagger is directly divided into two.

Lin Mo didn't have the mind to spend it with this person, so he said it directly.

"Since you don't do it, it means you have other intentions!"

"Tell me! I won't have a chance later!"

At this moment, the sword energy began to drift slowly in the empty noodle shop.

Naturally, the black cannon man also realized Lin Mo's impatience, and took out a square iron plate directly from his arms.

"Does Mr. Lin know this thing?"

Lin Mo frowned: "Who are you?"

"Why is the Lawrence family's patriarch token on you."

For a while, Lin Mo couldn't see what the other party's purpose was!

The black-robed man shook his head and asked in a hoarse voice.

"Since this thing is on me, why should Mr. Lin know what to do with me?"

As soon as these words came out, Lin Mo also asked the guess in his heart.

"Are you Craig?"

"That's right!"

Craig nodded.

And in order to prove his identity, he said it again.

"Mr. Lin still remembers that arbor!"

As soon as the voice fell, endless murderous intent rose from the ground.

The raging sword qi destroyed everything that could be seen in the noodle shop.

At the same time, the long sword had reached Clegg's throat.

Lin Mo will never forget the name of Qiaomu in this life.

It is because of this person that the frontline of the three districts has been ravaged by infectious diseases.

Under this supposed disaster, tens of thousands of lives were lost in it.

And the culprit behind all this is Qiao Mu and the mastermind behind the scenes, Craig!

And this Clegg is also the last enemy of his disciple Wuhen that must be killed.

"Mr. Lin, since I'm here, I'm not afraid of you killing me!"

After Craig finished speaking calmly, light green gas began to emerge from his body.

As soon as the floor underfoot touched the gas, it began to sizzle.

In the blink of an eye, a large hole was eroded out of the floor.

"To tell you the truth, I am now a walking gas bomb!"

"As soon as I die, the poisonous gas in my body changes instantly and rushes around!"

"Plus, I'm carrying hundreds of viruses if I let go."

Having said that, Clegg stood up slowly.

"They will all be buried with me..." JrNovels.com