The importance of cannon fodder

Chapter 168
Every word she said hit Yan Feifei's heart, and she didn't believe that Yan Feifei could bear it anymore.

Sure enough, Yan Feifei couldn't listen anymore.

"Shut up, believe it or not, I will tear your cheap mouth to pieces?" Yan Feifei, who was about to grab Mo Yuran's hand, turned around and flew towards Su Jiaofei.

"No, I just want to say, you are so old now, the skin on your body must be as old as bark." Yan Feifei was so angry that she wanted to come over and tear Su Jiao apart, but Mo Yuran's sword was protecting Su Jiao everywhere. Jiao.

Su Jiao continued talking, poking at her pain points everywhere, and Mo Yuran kept her out of reach of Su Jiao.

The old witch was furious, and finally, Mo Yuran revealed a big flaw in front of Mo Yuran's eyes, and Mo Yuran stabbed her in the abdomen with a sword.

Su Jiao was really scared. The old witch looked like she was going to eat her. Fortunately, Mo Yuran's swordsmanship was superb, and he blocked the old witch's fierce attack every time. Once, the old witch's sharp fingers The tip was about to poke her eyes, but Mo Yuran miraculously blocked it with Youmeng's black sword.

"You..." The old hag looked at the sword in her abdomen in disbelief, her eyes widened, obviously her kung fu was many times higher than these two kids, how could it be.

"You underestimate the enemy." Mo Yuran no longer looked at the old witch, but only looked at Su Jiao, with a little warmth in his eyes.

"Hmph, do you think you can defeat me like this?" The old hag laughed frantically, a burst of white air came out of her head, and she scattered her hair. She lowered her head and pulled out the sword at her waist.

When she raised her head, her originally smooth face turned into a skinny old woman, and her black hair also turned gray. She quickly made a few big acupuncture points around the wound to stop the bleeding.

"You will pay the consequences." She glared at Mo Yuran and Su Jiao, and said sinisterly, her voice was no longer charming, but a hoarse old woman's voice.

She looked so terrifying, a skinny old woman in gorgeous clothes.

Mo Yuran's handsome brows were frowned, and her thin lips were pursed.

"Go." Realizing that Yan Feifei in front of him was more dangerous than before, he pulled Su Jiao up and wanted to run.

"Do you think you can leave? Jie Jie Jie." The old witch turned into the form of an old man, and her speed became even faster. She slapped Mo Yuran against the wall in one fell swoop. Mo Yuran hit the wall and spit out There was a big mouthful of blood, but he didn't pay attention to his injury, but shouted anxiously: "Don't touch her."

The old hag was slowly walking towards Su Jiao step by step, she took a step, Su Jiao took a step back, she had a strange smile on her thin and yellow face, she seemed to like Su Jiao's expression very much.

Su Jiao retreated to the wall.

"Jie Jie Jie, I see where you are going to run away, little bitch, didn't you just use this sharp mouth to scold me very well?" The old witch forced Su Jiao to the corner.

The old witch's fingers were as dry as tree branches at this time, and her fingertips brushed Su Jiao's face, "Tsk tsk, this smiling face looks so white and tender, I will peel off this face later to make a human leather mask Mo Lang, you won't reject me if I become like her."

"Old witch, you are so perverted, do you dare to use a mirror to look at your appearance, look at your appearance, it looks like a dry corpse." It seems that this time there is no escape, anyway, both sides are dead, Su Before Jiao died, she was able to scold happily and feel less unhappy. This mission will fail anyway, so Su Jiaosuo decided to speak freely.

"Shut up." The old hag slapped Su Jiao's face forcefully. With skill, Su Jiao felt that half of her face was numb, and her face was swollen.

If the tiger doesn't show its power, do you really think I'm a sick cat?

Su Jiao closed her eyes.

Opening her eyes again, star dots flashed in her jet-black eyes, and a gust of wind blew up around her body. If it was at night, she would definitely see countless star dots around Su Jiao's body, but in daylight, seeing Looks the same as before.

These days, Su Jiao has never given up on breaking the seal on her body, but the effect is minimal, but Su Jiao can already use the power of the stars with some ease.

For example, it is still possible to make the old woman in front of me unable to move.

The only bad thing is that with the help of a mortal body, Su Jiao couldn't even control it for a minute, so when Mo Yuran picked up the knife on the ground and rushed towards the old witch again.

"Overestimating one's abilities." The old hag naturally snorted when she heard the sound of Mo Yuran's sword behind her.

"Let her go." Mo Yuran charged up, roared, and made the final blow.

"Heaven, earth and star morning, borrow your strength for me." Su Jiao closed her eyes and said silently in her heart.

The star dots, which are invisible to the naked eye, are like shining silk and satin, tightly entwining the old witch.

"What did you do to me?" The old witch immediately found that she couldn't move, let alone avoid this fatal sword.

But Mo Yuran's sword didn't wait for her to become dull, in an instant, the jet-black blade pierced through her heart.

"Ah." The old witch let out a miserable scream, and died under Mo Yuran's sword.

Su Jiao looked at the old witch's skin that had dried up rapidly, she knew she was lifeless, and exclaimed, "Finally dead."

Mo Yuran pulled out the sword stuck on the old witch's body, looked at Su Jiao with a strange look, but didn't say much, just said, "Let's go."

"En." Su Jiao felt that Mo Yuran must have discovered something, but if he didn't ask, she wouldn't say it either.

Before Su Jiao and Mo Yuran walked out of the hall, many people poked their heads out.

It is those young men who are more handsome.

"Is she dead?" one of the fair-looking men asked.

"En." Mo Yuran nodded.

"Thank you benefactor." The man knelt on the ground and said gratefully.

At this time, the disfigured woman also appeared at the gate of the palace.

She walked in quickly.

"I know you're not dead." The woman's cold snort came from inside the room.

"What, you're not dead?" When the men around heard the woman's voice, they were very frightened and quickly dispersed.

"Not dead yet?" What kind of old witch is this, can't she die?

Mo Yuran held You Meng in her hand and walked in carefully.

The skinny old hag crouching on the ground really didn't die, her blood trailed a long trail on the ground, if Su Jiao and Mo Yuran were gone, the old hag would be able to narrowly escape death.

"How is it possible that Mo Yuran clearly stabbed her in the heart just now?" Su Jiao couldn't believe the old witch who was struggling to crawl in front of her.

"Her heart is on the left side of the average person." The disfigured woman said coldly.

"Yuhua, help my mother." The old witch on the ground softened her voice and begged, she knew that Mo Yuran would not let her go.

And the disfigured woman stood aside and looked at the old hag crawling on the ground, without any intention of helping her.

(End of this chapter)