[Basic three] Help, wait for me

A low growl was like suppressing the rolling thunder, breaking the silence, word by word: "Mo-zhi-chen!"

This move is determined to kill without leaving the slightest concession.

The attack was so fierce that Mo Zhichen had only time to block it with his sword.Unavoidable, irreversible, glanced at the opponent who was full of lifelessness, and even smiled slightly.

But the other party seemed to see through that he would block the sword, and even the angle of the sword was very clear, half a point to the side, which just missed the edge of Mo Zhichen's sword.

Seeing that the knife was about to penetrate straight into the defenseless body, Nan Jiu rushed over quickly and pushed Mo Zhichen away.Immediately, the sword pierced through the shoulder, and it was so fast that there was no time to dodge it. After a while, a wet red sticky to the whole shoulder.

Before Mo Zhichen could react, he saw a cold sword piercing through Nan Jiu's left shoulder, "... Ah Jiu!"

Nan Jiu didn't respond, just looked at the other end of the sword, and said, "Mo Wanfeng, are you following me?"

Mo Wanfeng pulled out the sword indifferently, and Nan Jiu felt a biting pain that slowed down. He had never felt such pain before. When the sword was pulled out, Nan Jiu fell to the ground directly. I didn't even have the strength to scream, I just felt that even breathing would tear out severe pain.

Mo Wanfeng looked down at Nan Jiu who fell to the ground, and laughed, "I thought Mi Kewu wanted such a powerful person, but it turned out that they were just bastards who couldn't bear even this little pain."

He raised his foot and kicked Nan Jiu aside, approached Mo Zhichen and said with a smile, "Mo Zhichen, when did you fall to the point where you want your little boy to protect you?"

Mo Zhichen barely stood up with his strength, and walked towards Nanjiu without heeding Mo Wanfeng's provocation.

"Mo Zhichen!" Mo Wanfeng was so angry that he raised his hand and hung a sword above Nan Jiu's head.

Mo Zhichen was forced to stop, and then slowly raised his eyes to look at him, with a flat tone, "Senior brother, what do you want?"

Mo Wanfeng laughed and said, "Senior Brother? You still call me Senior Brother after all these years? Mo Zhichen, does Master's Changfeng Epee work well?"

"You are both my elder brother and my senior brother. No matter how many years I will call you that, no matter how many years I have a clear conscience." Mo Zhichen took another two steps forward.

The blood on Nan Jiu's shoulder had already stained half of his body. After the pain, he was almost unconscious. He could only see a shiny point on his head and a pair of white brocade boots walking towards him step by step.

He really wanted to say that it hurts, but he opened his lips and closed them again, so what's the use of screaming again.

I regretted it a bit. If I had known how painful it would be to block someone's sword, I wouldn't have used that ability. In martial arts novels, the male protagonist can always fight for another [-] rounds after blocking a sword. Sure enough, he is a flower in a greenhouse. Not the material to be a male lead.

But this time, Mo Zhichen owed him a life.

"Ah Jiu...Ah Jiu!"

It seemed that someone called him, but he didn't have the strength to be a zombie again.The surroundings gradually darkened, and he only felt more and more cold, but felt that the cold was better, and he would not feel so much pain.

"Ah Jiu..."

Nan Jiu finally didn't respond, and fell into a deep sleep.

Mo Wanfeng retracted the sword hanging above his head and scolded, "It's really useless."

Mo Zhichen's eyes were clouded by the dirty blood that was sticky on half of his face, his anger was steaming up, and there was even a low trembling sound in his throat.He picked up the light sword and slashed it in front of him, "Mo Wanfeng! The Changfeng epee is right behind you. Today we will have a showdown. You avenge yourself, and I will blood my hatred!"

Mo Wanfeng laughed softly, threw the epee with his backhand, and also held a stance with only the light sword.

For a moment, the murderous aura appeared in the mountain depression, which was even more intense than the previous encirclement and suppression operations.

With a flick of the light sword, the real energy surged in an instant, and he was about to make a move, but suddenly felt a third breath in the aura.

A crimson figure spun out, and when it flew towards it, there was a jingle of pearls and jade, and it fell lightly amidst the murderous aura, like a peach blossom falling down.

After landing on the ground, Jian Ge glanced at Mo Zhichen, put his finger on his chest, and with a slight push, he fell down.

Turning around and smiling sweetly, with a gleam in his eyes, he said to Mo Wanfeng, "Hero Mo, it's too bad for your reputation to fight with such a sick person. I'll take him away. Hero Mo will meet again at another time?"

Mo Wanfeng took one step closer, Jian Ge suddenly looked back, but his eyes no longer had the style just now, they were full of darkness and deepness.

He said, "If Hero Mo insists on getting together today, Jian Ge can only do it for him."

While speaking, a group of dead soldiers emerged from the depths of the snow forest, their faces covered with black gauze and their feet bound with ruler cloth.

Mo Wanfeng paused, took a look at Mo Zhichen who had passed out, had no choice but to give up, and could only watch Jian Ge take Mo Zhichen away from him, his eyes darkened.

Looking down at Tiance whose blood has turned to ice, he smiled...

****

pain.

There was an indescribable pain all over his body, as if someone had torn his flesh apart.

black.

There was darkness like a black cloth covering his eyes, and he blinked hard, almost thinking he was blind.

There was nothing under his feet, and he couldn't step on the ground. All the weight was hung on the wrist of his right hand. When it shook slightly, he could still hear the icy sound of the chain.

The blood flow in the hanging arm was not smooth, only cold and numb.He wanted to move to relieve the numbness, but when he tried, the severe pain woke him up instantly, and he remembered that his left shoulder seemed to have been pierced by Mo Wanfeng.

All he remembered was that he passed out, whether it was from the cold or the pain.

He didn't know where he was now, but the cold and pain still existed.

The time in the darkness always seemed long, and he began to imagine what kind of place this was, probably a prison cell, so he really called out, but no one responded to him.

He began to think again, how did he come here, and whether he would be tortured as a heroic traitor, which is not very good.

Only by thinking about it for a moment can he stop paying attention to the pain in his body.

But he didn't think about it for too long, a piece of light suddenly pierced into the dark field of vision, he was so excited that he couldn't open his eyes, when he heard the rustling sound of walking, his whole body tensed up nervously, his hands trembled , bringing out another sound of chain collisions.

In the blurred light and shadow, the first thing that caught my eye was a pair of white brocade boots. Nan Jiu moved her mouth excitedly, and called softly, "Mo... dust?"

But when the dazzling light and shadow dissipated, and then looked carefully, the person was not him.

My heart sank.

Mo Wanfeng stood in front of him with his hands behind his back, looked him up and down sideways, and said with a smile, "The general thinks I'm him?"

Nan Jiu didn't even want to look at him, let alone say a word.

After a while, he added, "Since you are his male favorite, you must know where he is."

Nan Jiu chuckled twice, reluctantly moved his left hand, and gestured, "Hero Mo, let me correct you on three points. First, I'm not his male favourite; second, I don't know where he is; third, You are nothing like him!"

Mo Wanfeng raised his hand and touched Nan Jiu's shoulder, the wound pierced by a sword was already congealed, the cloth was cold and wet, and the dark red flesh was stuck to the uneven edge of the cloth.

He laughed, "Mo Zhichen and I are brothers and sisters of flesh and blood, what do you think we are not like?"

The shoulder was numb from the pain, so he didn't feel anything real when he touched it.

Nan Jiu carefully looked at Mo Wanfeng's face, and said truthfully, "He's more handsome, more like a gentleman than you."

After hearing this, Mo Wanfeng didn't show any expression, but the hand on his shoulder became heavier.

click...

There was a muffled sound of bones, and there was a sudden pain in his shoulder. He directly took off his left arm and tore the wound.

Mo Wanfeng squeezed that weak arm, raised it in mid-air, and suddenly let it go, hitting the stone wall behind him hard.

Nan Jiu took a sharp breath, but still stubbornly did not say a word about the pain.

He can't complain of pain, there is no one here who can comfort him, even if he complains of pain, it's just to please the enemy.Although Nanjiu is greedy for life and afraid of death, he is not cowardly.

Mo Wanfeng looked at him with pity, as if looking at a piece of fish on a chopping board.

"General Nan, if you say I'm a villain, then you know that villains don't have much patience, as long as you tell me where Mo Zhichen is..."

Nan Jiu didn't move, just looked at him.

After a while, Mo Wanfeng's eyes tightened, and he said, "Don't say? Good, very good! From now on, I will come here once a day, and every time there is only one question, the general will think about it alone."

Before leaving, he added with a smile, "Since you care about him so much. Three days, if the general can't satisfy me after three days, then I can only give the general to Mi Kewu as a favor."

His back in the dark room really looks like Mo Zhichen, generally tall and strong.

Under the light, when there was only a silhouette of Mo Wanfeng left, Nan Jiu finally got enough strength to finish a sentence, and said to the back, "It's not good for Hero Mo to torture you like this, because the method of Tianyi Sect is right there. Well, in less than three days, I would rather hang myself here."

After saying this, he actually wanted to make a contemptuous gesture, but he remembered that his arms had been removed, so he couldn't do anything.

Hearing this, Mo Wanfeng tilted his head, and at the junction of light and darkness, his whole face only appeared more ferocious than Mi Kewu.

He smiled grimly, "The general is wrong. My methods are no more benevolent than those taught by Tianyi."

After saying that, he shook his hand and left.

*****

When Mo Zhichen woke up, all the wounds were bandaged very neatly, and the best medicine was given, so that he no longer felt any pain when he got up.

He glanced at Jian Ge who was leaning against the table, wiping his swords.

The first sentence is to ask, "Where is Ah Jiu?"

Jian Ge was still wiping, and only felt satisfied, so she put down the rag and said, "You're almost dead, so you can still control him?"

Mo Zhichen's voice was a little higher, but he still asked, "Where is Ah Jiu?"

Jian Ge tilted her head, obviously not knowing why he was angry, so she could only say, "It was probably taken away by Mo Wanfeng."

Then he sighed and said, "That little Tiance doesn't look like he has any skills. With your big brother's methods, this will probably be damned..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Mo Zhichen suddenly jumped up and shouted angrily, "Go find it!"

Jian Ge was taken aback for a moment, and asked in confusion, "Where can I find it?"

"Kunlun Camp, Haoqi League, wherever you have news, look for it!"

Jian Ge also turned angry and said, "Are you crazy, Mo Zhichen! Is there anyone alive who fell into Mo Wanfeng's hands? Don't forget, he is a member of the Haoqi League! Mo Evil, no matter how capable you are!" , can snatch someone from Haoqi?!"

Mo Zhichen clasped his hands on the edge of the bed tightly, with such strength that he almost crushed the whole bed, but there was no extra words in his mouth, he just kept repeating it for people to find.

Jian Ge cast a nonchalant glance at Mo Zhichen, whose face was pale with anger, and said, "I'm not someone you didn't care about, and you'll find someone else to do the job of sending you to death. You owe me a debt of gratitude for saving you, and you owe me even more." You have no right to order me."

Picking up the two swords, he slammed the door and left.

Mo Zhichen fell heavily on the couch, causing a layer of bright red to ooze from Li's arm, but he didn't care.

After a while, he quickly walked to the door to look for it, but Jian Ge had long since disappeared.

He recruited someone casually and ordered, "Let Lu Qianyun come to see me."

After the man left, Mo Zhichen stood alone between the door, clenched his hands, and whispered to himself.

Mikau.

That damn Tianyi Sect Corpse Refiner!