Ou Huang he is a sick beauty

Things like frying pans can be regarded as an artifact for fighting and fighting in detail.

It can be used as a hammer for offense and a shield for defense, but the key is a blunt weapon. Even if someone who has never learned weapons holds it in their hands, they don't have to be afraid of hurting themselves by improper operation.

Mo Fei picked up the pan that fell on the floor of the car, weighed it, and was very satisfied with its weight.Then he lifted the curtain of the car and jumped into the fray.

Blocking the way was a team of five people, all dressed in black and wearing the fang mask full of Zhong Er's breath.They carried crossbows on their backs and long knives in their hands. They were surrounded by black air, and their eyes were emitting a faint red light.

Could it be that on their side, the groom had been shot dead by an arrow early on, and Mr. Wu and his two disciples plus Mo Fei and Chen Zhao also happened to be five people.

At this time, the long sword in Mr. Wu's hand was condensed with a layer of true energy, and he could only parry the opponent's long sword attack. He also drew talismans in the air and on the ground from time to time to assist in defense.But his two disciples were not as good at cultivation. Although the saber could be wrapped with true energy, it could not draw amulets out of thin air. They could only take out the talismans they carried on their bodies to barely deal with the black mist controlled by the enemy.

As for Chen Zhao, his weapon is a nine-section whip with countless runes engraved on it.Once the black mist gets close to the rune pattern on the whip, it will be instantly wiped out like dead leaves meeting fire.Under the urging of Chen Zhao, the nine-section whip moved through the field like a spirit snake, appearing to be able to do a job with ease.

As soon as Mo Fei jumped out of the car, he saw a man in black suddenly turned his head, and instantly attacked him with a long knife in his hand.

when!

The long knife was blocked by the pan.

puff!

Without the barrier of true energy, the black mist wrapped around the knife bypassed the bottom of the pot and sprayed Mo Fei all over his face.

Could it be that he felt dizzy for a moment, and there were layers of ravings in his ears, and the magic voice filled his head over and over again: "Odds change and even stay the same, symbols look at quadrants... fake boats are not water, nouns are used... length The iron chain falls freely and calculates the landing time...Guanine, Adenine, Cytosine, Thymine...Han Meimei writes a letter...There are 5 minutes left in the exam!"

"Mr. Mo!" Mr. Wu blocked the enemy's second attack with a sword, and he called out again and again, "Return to the soul!"

Could it be like waking up from a dream, deeply annoyed that he had accidentally followed the enemy's way, and seeing the man in black close at hand, he subconsciously said, "It's amazing to be able to emit black smoke? Wolf dung can emit even when it is lit. Black smoke! Wearing black clothes and covering your face, are you afraid of losing face to wolf dung?"

After the words fell, the air was strangely quiet for a second.

Everyone who was fighting in the scuffle stopped their hands at the same time, and turned their heads to look at Mo Fei.

Among the men in black, the one who seemed to be the leader was so angry that he tremblingly raised the long knife in his hand, pointed in the direction Mo Fei was trembling, and shouted angrily: "Kill him!"

Fuck! ot it!

Could it be that he knew it was going to be bad as soon as the words came out, and immediately bowed his body and shrunk his neck, sneaking into Mr. Wu who was very reliable at first glance.

He wanted Mr. Wu to cover his pan with a rune that could resist the black air, but the lessons learned from the past were there, so he didn't dare to speak, so he could only point to himself with a bitter face, pointing to the black air around him , pointing to Mr. Wu's sword, and then pointing to the frying pan.

Mr. Wu nodded his head heavily, and said in a deep voice, "Okay, Brother Mo is indeed righteous!"

Then he turned to the other people and directed the battle: "Brother Mo will attract the enemy's attack for us, and everyone will respond from the sidelines. Don't worry, Brother Mo, I will definitely protect you!"

Murphy: ...

No, wait!

I don't want to be mt!

However, he has already been driven to the shelf, and almost all the attacks of the men in black are pouring in on him. If you don't have a T, you have to T, so you can only raise the frying pan in your hand, and hold up the four or five long knives that attack one after another.

Fortunately, with previous experience, Mr. Wu's spell quickly caught up and blocked the erosion of the black mist brought by the long knife for Mo Fei.

However, no matter how stable this T's hatred is, he is only a human being after all, not the pile of data in the game that will not hurt or tire.

In addition, the three of Mr. Wu and Chen Zhao were not actually opponents of the man in black, so they had to fight and retreat, and were forced into the jungle by the roadside by the man in black.

"Not good!" Mr. Wu was the first to react, "They want to force us into the jungle and take advantage of the favorable location to kill them all!"

Mo Fei was taken aback, and blurted out: "It's useless for you to be an afterthought!"

Hearing this, Mr. Wu's face didn't change. After all, his two disciples were young, so they immediately scolded Mo Fei a few words.

Could it be that he gritted his teeth, but knew that speaking at this time would add fuel to the flames, so he could only shut up with a dark face.

Reluctantly, the situation was gone, and it was difficult for everyone to resist, and they were finally forced into the jungle by the man in black.

Covered by trees, the leader of the men in black suddenly let out a long roar and pointed his sword at the sky. The black mist around him suddenly rolled up, forming a dark vortex above everyone's heads.

Immediately afterwards, the five men in black scattered and hid in the forest, put away their long knives, raised their crossbows again, and shot randomly at everyone in the field.

Mr. Wu and his two disciples brandished swords in their hands, and with the help of talismans, they barely stopped the first wave of arrows.

"This black mist is a formation, and I'm afraid it will be difficult to break through it for a while." Mr. Wu's forehead was covered with sweat, and his face was very ugly. "I'm afraid I have to explain it here today... They must be people with evil eyes, you know I want to go to investigate, so I planted the murder plan in advance!"

Could it be that he picked up the iron pan and shot off the two arrows, and reached into his arms, seeing that the cooling of the card drawer had ended, he made a decisive decision and pressed the lock screen button.

Unexpectedly, this time, fate was not on Mo Fei's side - what appeared in midair was a pumpkin, which was pierced into a sieve by the arrow on the spot.

Mo Fei lamented in his heart: It can't be saved.

The surrounding arrows hit again, and the black vortex above the head also spun rapidly, covering several people in the field!

At this moment, for some reason, Mo Fei keenly caught the sound of two strange footsteps behind him, mixed with a gust of wind blowing towards him.

Subconsciously, he wanted to turn his head to look, but was hit hard on the neck by a heavy blow, his vision went dark and he lost consciousness.

When he regained consciousness, Mo Fei found that night had fallen, and he was actually in a cage.

The cage is very narrow, and outside is a room full of sundries. With the faint candlelight coming in through the crack of the door, could it be that there are some utensils hanging on the wall of the sundry room, but the light is too dim for him to see clearly? .

Could it be that the back of the neck is still hurting faintly, the previous blow probably hurt quite badly.He sighed secretly and sat up propped up, only to find that his pan was missing.Touching his body again, could it be that his expression changed dramatically—his cell phone was gone too!

There was no one else in this utility room, so Mo Fei turned over anxiously and rushed to the door of the cage, only to find that the cage was made of fine iron and could not be opened with brute force.

There is nothing wrong with it, could it be that he can only imitate the TV series he has watched, and perform a behavior that he has complained about several times-he slapped the cell door hard, and shouted angrily: "Where did everyone die? Garbage! Come and give it to me!" open the door!"

...Very well, twelve hours have not passed yet, and he still looks dead when he speaks.

Could it be that there is no disturbance in his heart, as long as he can see people, his provocation is not in vain.

After shouting several times in succession, there was finally a burst of unhurried footsteps at the entrance of the passage. A man in black clothes, a black cloak, and a black mask was escorted by two men in black holding torches. , walking over steadily.

Seeing Mo Fei, the dark guy smiled coldly, raised the phone with a black screen in his hand, and asked, "Is this your magic weapon?"

Could it be that he gritted his teeth and didn't answer.

Now that the person had come, it was no good to provoke the other party, and he felt that he had better not talk.

The black man waited for a while, but didn't wait for an answer, so he didn't ask any more, but waved his hands behind him.

The man in black who was following behind him immediately stepped forward, urging a black mist that seemed to be real, bound Mo Fei, and dragged him out of the cage.

The torch was bright, and it was possible to finally see clearly what was hanging on the wall of this room—it was all kinds of strange instruments of torture with a cold light, and there seemed to be blood stains on the wall.

At this moment, it is possible that the legs are weak.

It's not that he is timid, any modern person who grew up in a peaceful environment and has never experienced any physical suffering, is suddenly brought into this environment, and if his imagination is used a little bit, his heart will probably be frightened. Hands and feet are weak.

Besides, those men in black were so impersonal, they dragged and tied Mo Fei to the torture frame, and the ropes strangled his wrists and ankles severely, leaving no room for him to resist.

Sitting in front of Mo Fei, the leader of the man in black, Da Ma Jindao, raised his phone again and asked, "Is this your magic weapon?"

Could it be that she wanted to cry but had no tears.

Who will tell him, in the current situation, should he speak up?

Don't open your mouth?

Then he will definitely be considered a tough guy, and the instruments of torture will definitely greet him immediately.

Open your mouth?

That exit is bound to be provocative. Could it be that there may be more than just instruments of torture to greet him at that time...

The black-clothed leader didn't wait for the answer, and continued to say in a calm voice: "There is a restriction on this magic weapon, so others can't use it? Heh, if you can undo the restriction and tell me the use of this magic weapon, I will spare you How about the pain of flesh and blood?"

Could it be that he was gritting his teeth, still debating whether to speak or not.

The atmosphere froze for a moment.

After a while, the black-clothed leader ran out of patience, raised his chin, and a man in black beside him picked an iron whip full of barbs from the wall, and walked up to Mo Fei without saying a word.

Of course he was afraid.

But he had no choice but to close his eyes and shout loudly: "This magic weapon is in the hands of garbage, and it is impossible to activate it!"

Immediately, he looked terrified at the black-clothed leader who was holding his mobile phone, and said urgently, "No, no, no, I'm not targeting you! I mean everyone here is rubbish!"

When the words fell, Mo Fei felt a blur in front of his eyes, and the iron whip full of barbs roared involuntarily, covering his sight in an instant——the guy holding the whip was so angry that he lashed directly at Mo Fei's face !

Could it be that he was tied up and unable to deal with the iron whip, so he could only close his eyes tightly and wait for the severe pain to come.

...however, nothing happened.

After an unknown amount of time, Could Fei hear a chuckle in front of him.

Immediately afterwards came a somewhat familiar warm voice: "We meet again, Mo Xiaomo."

Could it be that his heart was pounding, and he suddenly opened his eyes, and saw a handsome man in white leaning on a picture scroll, sitting lazily in front of him.

The man's eyebrows are like sharp swords, his eyes are like stars, his lips are like peach petals, and there is a faint golden vertical line between his eyebrows, which is completely different from the last time we met.As a result, the image of this person in Mo Fei's heart evolved from "a gentleman like a jade" to "disaster for the country and the people".

"Ou Hongyun," Mo Fei murmured, the great joy of escaping death immediately filled his eyes, making his voice tremble, "You damn ghost! Where did you go? Why are you here now!"