In the fantasy world, all the people I met were beauties.

Chapter 176: Is there a bug here?

Li Zimo also smiled, with a hint of joking in his smile:

"Aren't you a weakling? You were beaten back by a sixth-level warrior like me, and you're running away in panic, yet you still refuse to admit that you're a weakling?"

Heisha's face instantly turned ashen, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"You! You're so sharp-tongued! When I catch you, I'll break your legs and cut out your tongue. Let's see if you dare to be so arrogant again!"

Li Zimo smiled even more happily, and said slowly:

"Heisha, Heisha, you are about to die and you still don't even realize it? Look who's behind you?"

As he spoke, he pointed behind them, as if there was really someone standing there.

Although the three Heisha had their doubts, they thought that Li Zimo was just a warrior who could not walk in the air, so they looked back boldly.

However, when they turned around, they found that there was no one behind them, and they couldn't help but feel a little confused.

At this moment, the scorpion suddenly shouted: "Brother, be careful!"

The three Heisha turned around in a hurry, only to see that Li Zimo had stepped into the air without them knowing when, and appeared behind them like a ghost, slashing at Heisha with a sword.

Heisha was surprised when he saw Li Zimo walking in the air. He hurriedly picked up his long sword to resist, but he was no match for Li Zimo in such a hurry. He was quickly hit by Li Zimo's sword and fell downwards.

Seeing this, Tie Shou and Gui Ying rushed to help, but their attacks were like child's play in front of Li Zimo and were easily cut off by two swords.

Tie Shou was already seriously injured, and now he was too weak to fight anymore. He could only watch himself fall quickly to the ground.

Li Zimo continued to chase after the falling Heisha. He displayed his fierce sword skills and martial arts, with each sword aimed directly at Heisha's vital points.

After Heisha struggled to block a few sword attacks, he was finally unable to resist any more and was hit in the arm by Li Zimo's sword, and the sword fell to the ground.

Then, Li Zimo slashed Heisha's chest with several consecutive sword strikes and kicked him to the ground.

Heisha coughed violently, with blood constantly pouring out of his mouth.

He struggled to get up, but it was too late.

Li Zimo fell from the air, stepped on his chest, pointed his sword at his throat and said:

"Heisha, I said you were a weakling. Do you believe it now?"

Heisha spat out blood and spoke in a weak and difficult voice:

"I...I admit defeat. I never thought you, a martial artist, would pretend to be a warrior. I...I was careless and didn't dodge. You can kill me or chop me up, it's all up to you."

His eyes were filled with reluctance and despair. At this moment, he had completely lost his previous arrogance and conceit.

The iron hand that fell to the ground was dragged over by Yang Jingya like a dead dog and thrown fiercely next to Heisha.

He groaned in pain, his eyes full of fear and despair.

The ghosts and poisonous scorpions in the distance were hiding in the sky, looking at this side anxiously, but they had no way to deal with it.

They knew in their hearts that they were completely at a disadvantage at the moment and had no chance of turning the situation around.

Li Zimo looked at Heisha and Tieshou coldly, his eyes revealing a sense of determination and indifference.

He slowly spoke, "You have committed many evil deeds, and today is your end."

After saying this, he swung his sword to kill, but at this moment, Yun Qingyao suddenly shouted, "Wait!"

Li Zimo turned to look at Yun Qingyao, only to see her walk up to Heisha and Tieshou, squat down, and search out several storage rings from them.

She smiled slightly and handed the storage ring to Li Zimo:

"These are their belongings. We can't waste them. Besides, there might be something useful in there for us."

Li Zimo nodded, took the storage ring, and threw it to Yang Jingya for inspection.

Just as he was about to swing his sword to end the dispute, Yun Qingyao's call interrupted his action again.

"Wait a minute!"

There was a hint of urgency in Yun Qingyao's voice.

Li Zimo looked at Yun Qingyao in confusion and said:

"Qingyao, are you done yet? Are you still here fixing the bug? You can't keep shouting for mercy!"

Yun Qingyao simply smiled indifferently, then gently pulled Huang Shiyun, who was standing beside her with a sad and embarrassed look on her face, to her front, with a gentle glint in her eyes:

"Zimo, Sister Shiyun still has a daughter in their hands. We can't just ignore her."

Huang Shiyun heard this, the sadness and despair in her eyes became even more intense, and she sobbed softly:

"Qingyao, I... I have already betrayed you. How can I still have the face to ask you to save my daughter? Just let me die with her! I simply have no face to live any longer."

Huang Shiyun's tears rolled down like beads from a broken string. She covered her face and cried, her voice trembling.

Seeing this, Yun Qingyao and Yang Jingya hurried forward, each hugging her tightly, and comforting her in soft voices, trying to soothe her inner pain.

However, Li Zimo didn't buy it. His voice was like the cold wind in winter, with unquestionable determination:

"Sister Shiyun, crying won't solve the problem. If you keep crying like this, I will really follow my previous decision and kill them with one sword."

Huang Shiyun's body trembled violently. She quickly wiped away her tears, bent her knees, and knelt in front of Li Zimo:

"Sir, I beg you, please save my daughter. I am willing to do anything for you, even if it means working like a slave. I am willing to repay your kindness for all eternity."

As she spoke, she slammed her forehead against the ground. Every impact seemed to drain all her strength. Soon, a pool of bright red blood was left on the ground.

Li Zimo sighed helplessly. He stepped forward and helped Huang Shiyun up.

"Okay, Sister Shiyun, I understand your intentions. I will definitely save your daughter."

A glimmer of hope flashed in Huang Shiyun's eyes, and she excitedly grabbed Li Zimo's hand:

"Thank you, sir! Thank you!"

Li Zimo nodded slightly, then turned and walked towards Heisha and Tieshou.

He closed his eyes and concentrated, then waved his fingers lightly, and two rays of light shot into the minds of the two people.

That was the light of the slave contract, their irresistible fate.

Although the two men were filled with reluctance and helplessness, under the constraints of the contract, they still respectfully called out, "Master!"

"Just call me Master."

Li Zimo said lightly.

"Yes, son."

The two responded in unison.

Afterwards, Li Zimo performed a healing spell, and a green light enveloped the two of them.

Due to the change in skills, the effectiveness of the healing technique was greatly reduced, but their injuries gradually improved.

Although not fully recovered, it has improved a lot.

The two men stood up and bowed to Li Zimo, their eyes full of gratitude.

All of this was seen by the ghosts and poisonous scorpions in the sky.

They looked at each other, and because they couldn't hear the conversation between the few people, their hearts were filled with doubts and confusion.

They didn't understand why Li Zimo let these two enemies go and seemed to have reconciled with them.

But no matter what, they all understood one fact: Li Zimo was definitely not someone they could easily provoke.