General, Madam Called You To Farm

Mo Guiyuan was really not so easy to kill, and Wei Ting paid a heavy price.

His internal organs were all wounded, his seven orifices were bleeding constantly, and the injuries on his body, large and small, could be seen deep in the bones.

Even when Su Chenggang picked him up and brought him home, he wasn't injured so badly.

This is not a problem of only half-life, it is the poison that has reduced his blood coagulation function, and his blood cannot be stopped at all...

Su Xiaoxiao entered the pharmacy.

He probably understood that Wei Ting was at a critical moment, and the pharmacy didn't lose his temper, so Su Xiaoxiao came in smoothly. However, a bottle of Western Jin pharmacist's poison that Su Xiaoxiao was carrying was thrown out by the pharmacy.

That posture, like - am I not enough to satisfy you? You actually brought back those random medicines from outside!

Su Xiaoxiao took the plasma and coagulation factors, as well as some emergency trauma medicines, and immediately treated Wei Ting's injuries after coming out.

After using three blood clotting factors from the pharmacy, his blood slowly stopped.

But this did not mean that he was out of danger. Mo Guiyuan was ruthless enough, and he almost hurt his vital points in several places.

Su Xiaoxiao calmed herself down, and methodically debride the wound, apply medicine, and suture.

When Yuchixiu arrived at the scene under the leadership of Wuhu, Wei Ting's injury had just been treated halfway.

He looked at Wei Ting, who was covered in bruises and bruises, and then looked at the bloodstains on the big beach on the ground, his face turned pale: These... can't be all the blood of adults, right?

Does this drain all the blood from the whole body?

Su Xiaoxiao hummed.

If it weren't for the plasma, Wei Ting would have died long ago.

This person is really cruel to himself, and he is not afraid of pain or death at all.

Yuchixiu clenched the sword in his hand tightly: Mo Guiyuan, this bastard... I'm going to kill him! What about others?

On the side. Su Xiao's novel.

Where? Yuchixiu asked.

Su Xiaoxiao's movements stopped, and she turned her head to look at the open space beside her.

But where is the shadow of Mo Guiyuan?

Mo Guiyuan is gone!

...

On the silent official road, Mo Guiyuan changed into a set of clean clothes and changed his appearance.

He successfully entered the capital.

In order not to let people see the difference, he endured it desperately, but in fact, the whole body under the cloak was already soaked with blood.

He got out of the carriage and stumbled into an alley.

Covering his chest, he staggered forward while raising his head and swallowing the medicine pill in the bottle.

His broken hamstring was repairing at an eerie speed, at a cost of ten times the pain.

This bottle of medicine was left by the Western Jin pharmacist and can only be eaten once.

If you eat it before you stop breathing, it can show signs of suspended animation, and at the same time it can protect the heart. It is a well-deserved life-saving medicine.

He just ate it, but there was still it in the bottle. He didn't care whether it was useful to eat it again, he swallowed it all at once!

He Mo Guiyuan is not so easy to die!

When the sword pavilion was destroyed, he survived!

Now that the White Lotus Sect has been wiped out, he still survives!

He Mo Guiyuan is the chosen son!

He will definitely make a comeback!

vomit--

He spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to one knee on the ground.

hateful……

Wei Ting hurt him too badly, and even the efficacy of the medicine was weakened...

It's a shame to think that Mo Guiyuan was smart all his life, but in the end he was defeated by a young boy!

But fortunately, he survived, the kid is definitely not alive, after all, the kid has no life-saving medicine.

This is the end of the fight against him! Let that kid go underground and reunite with Wu Anjun and Wei Xu!

And he, soon...

As his thoughts flew, Mo Guiyuan suddenly caught a glimpse of a long shadow cast on the ground.

His steps paused, he raised his head in astonishment, and looked at the other

It was a man wearing a mask, wearing a cyan cloak, holding a three-foot Qingfeng sword in his left hand, his body was full of murderous aura.

Mo Guiyuan remembered that he had seen this person beside Wei Ting, when Wei Ting first broke into Taolin, he was with that girl, Xiao Shunyang, Su Cheng, Jing Yi and Wei Ting.

He didn't take it too seriously at the time.

You are--

The man's throat made a hoarse voice like a broken bellows: Xiao Qi told me that if he didn't kill you, let me wait for you here.

Mo Guiyuan was startled: Xiao Qi?

Wei Ting?

Strange, why did Wei Ting guess that he would come to Lihua Lane?

He looked at the man suspiciously: Who are you?

Wei Liulang pointed with his long sword: Wei Yan!

Mo Guiyuan's pupils shrank: You are not dead? Are you still alive?!

Yeah, I'm not dead, I crawled back from the dead.

Wei Yan's sword tip fell to the ground.

He walked towards Mo Guiyuan step by step, and the tip of the sword made a harsh sound on the ground.

Mo Guiyuan didn't know if it was the effect of the medicine that made him dizzy.

Wei Yan said, Now, it's your turn.

Mo Guiyuan covered his painful chest.

No, the effect of the medicine hasn't reached its limit yet, and now is the time of weakness, and he can't do it—

He looked at Wei Yan sincerely: Liu, I'm your grandfather...

Wei Yan said softly, Oh, Grandpa.

Mo Guiyuan's eyes lit up.

Wei Yan killed him with one sword!

Mo Guiyuan's face changed greatly, and he turned to avoid it, but this body has already been severely damaged by Wei Ting, how can it withstand Wei Yan's killing move?

He was cut to his thigh immediately, and when it was too late, he also took the opportunity to slap Wei Yan.

Wei Yan ducked back, and the mask was knocked off.

Mo Guiyuan saw a disfigured face.

He froze on the spot.

He had met the young Wei Yan, the most beautiful child of the Wei family.

Thank you for your gift, and now, give it back to you. Wei Yan slashed Mo Guiyuan's face with a sword.

Ah— Mo Guiyuan's eyes burst with blood!

He covered his face and fell to the ground!

Wei Yan looked at him with cold eyes: Xiao Qi is a gentleman, I am not. I am a ghost who climbed up from the Palace of the King of Hell. I have eaten the flesh and bones of the dead, just so that one day, I can come back to seek revenge for you.

With that, Wei Yan stepped on his leg bone with one foot!

Mo Guiyuan roared hoarsely: I didn't want to harm your brothers—

Wei Yan said: Really? Then who caused me to look like this?

Mo Guiyuan was speechless.

It is impossible to say that Mo Guiyuan never thought that several grandsons might be implicated.

It can only be said that he really never thought that all his grandsons would die. Six, even if he survived three or two, it was enough for him.

Mo Guiyuan could no longer see, and he crawled forward following the memory in his mind.

Only one step away...he's not reconciled...he wants to live...he wants to make a comeback...

he wants……

Wei Yan raised his long sword and slashed his head with one sword——

Who! Who!

Jing Zhaoyin personally led officers and soldiers to patrol nearby. He heard unusual movements and hurried over to take a look.

Ah! Brain!

At the other end of the alley, Wei Yan, who had taken revenge, stood blankly in the corner, looking at the blue sky above his head.

His hands were covered in blood.

Suddenly, he felt a line of sight fall on him, he turned his head to look, and saw Wei Xiyue holding two small jars standing at the entrance of the alley, staring at him without blinking.

He panicked and wanted to escape, but fell to the ground.

Wei Xiyue walked towards him.

don't want……

He hurriedly turned his face away and found his mask on the ground.

The mask is not there.

do not come.

Xiyue, don't come here...

When Wei Xiyue came to him, he turned around and pressed against the wall tightly, preventing Wei Xiyue from seeing her ugly face.

Wei Xiyue tilted her head, put down the jar, and crawled directly into his arms.

She held his face in her little hands.

What she saw was not ugly scars, but intertwined flowers of thorns.

She stretched out her small arms and hugged him tightly.

Saying that Mo Guiyuan didn't die bad enough, I'm more afraid that this chapter will scare you away.

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