[Basic three] Help, wait for me

Mo Wanfeng swept the table with one sleeve, and the teacups and teapots shattered on the floor.

"What did you say?!"

Lu Qianyun bowed his head, "The Kunlun camp, the Haoqi League, and the Haoqi Prison have not found that general, and even the Haoqi League said they have never seen him."

Lu Qianyun is in charge of assassination and espionage, and he is a master of Wu Xinjiao.This Mingjiao disciple was rescued by Mo Wanfeng and survived after being exiled in the Central Plains. Because he was once an ally of Haoqi, he was relatively happy in Haoqi.If he said that no one can be found in the aura, it should be that the person is really not in the aura.

Not arrogant.Where can the desert wind hide people?

"Look, keep looking! If he's coming to kill me, he won't be able to get out of Kunlun. Don't miss every room, every cellar, even a hole in Kunlun!"

"This……"

Mo Zhichen's eyes were ruthless.

Can't wait any longer, Nanjiu might be close to death in Mo Wanfeng's hands.If you wait any longer, you won't even see the corpse.

Suddenly remembered something, "Wait."

Lu Qianyun stopped.

"Go to Chamo Wanfeng's private house in Kunlun. I can't let go of one place. No matter how deep it is, I have to dig it out."

"Yes."

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The dark room was still pitch black, and the humid air flowed secretly, penetrating into the bones.

When Nan Jiu woke up from a half-drowsy sleep, she only vaguely saw a large sandalwood chair in the center, and Mo Wanfeng was leaning on one armrest.

He felt very sleepy and couldn't open his eyes, but he still stared at the thing in Mo Wanfeng's hand.

That's a dagger.

Nan Jiu took a breath and said, "That's mine."

In the dark room, Nan Jiu's voice sounded very heavy, with a thick nasal tone.

When Mo Wanfeng heard that he woke up, he didn't move. He slapped the dagger on his palm and praised, "Mo Zhichen is really willing to give to the general. This dagger is enough for ordinary people to use for a lifetime."

After that, his hand stroked the gems inlaid on the scabbard one by one, and told Nan Jiu about each one.

"This is the pigeon blood stone from the Pyu Kingdom, which is in perfect shape without a trace of blemish; this is the tourmaline stone from North Turkic, which is clear in color and is a rare top-quality product; this is the agate from the hinterland of the Western Regions, with patterns like flowing water, which is the best quality." Good thing..."

"I found that you always like to take other people's things." Nan Jiu blinked and interrupted.

Mo Wanfeng stopped explaining and glanced at him, "I'm telling the general how much Mo Zhichen values ​​the general!"

Nan Jiu said with a smile, "I stole this dagger, and I still count on it to support me forever. If Mo Zhichen valued me, would he leave me here?"

Mo Wanfeng approached without anger, and gently patted Nan Jiu's side face with a dagger.The faint light projected in, and Nan Jiu could only feel the glazed brilliance of gemstones in front of him.

Mo Wanfeng slowly pushed the dagger scabbard, continued to laugh, "This is the first day, and the general hasn't answered my question yet."

Nan Jiu stared at his hand pushing the sheath, and wanted to take a good look at the priceless pigeon blood stone from this distance, but a finger covered the largest ruby, which was a bit disappointing.

He raised his slightly heavy head, clicked his tongue to express his dissatisfaction, and said very sincerely, "I really don't know, what do you want me to say?"

The sheath in Mo Wanfeng's hand had been completely pushed away, and the dagger turned back and forth in front of Nan Jiu's eyes, reflecting a cold light.This is how you can appreciate the sharpness of this dagger when you look at it up close.

Mo Wanfeng had a half-smile, and moved the dagger closer to Nan Jiu's eyes little by little, the thin iron piece almost touching the tip of his nose.

"Mi Kewu told me that Mo Zhichen and the general have deep feelings for each other. They sleep on the same couch, cover the same quilt, go in and go out together, flirt with each other, condescend, and fight together!"

Nan Jiu leaned his head against the stone wall behind his head and listened to his four-character words. The first few words sounded quite normal, and it was quite true. He indeed slept with him on the same bed and under the same roof. It was coming, but the sound behind it became more and more wrong.

He chuckled lightly and said, "Tianyi doesn't know how to speak the Central Plains dialect, so he piled up all the words he would speak to you, didn't Daxia Mo think about it? If I call you immoral, then What is it called when Hero Mo hangs out with fellows from Tianyi Sect?"

Turning his head, he shook his right hand vigorously, and said, "After reading it, it's time to return it to me."

The cold oppressive feeling in front of his eyes disappeared, Mo Zhichen's mouth twitched, his eyes darkened, and he said in a low voice, "I've seen enough, it's time to return it to the general."

Suddenly there was a gust of wind on the sleeves, and the knife was raised and lowered very neatly.

A scream instantly filled the whole room, and a sprinkle of warm red exploded.

The dagger pierced through the wound on the left shoulder again, and under its strength, it even penetrated into the cracks in the stone wall, nailing Nan Jiusheng to the wall.

After the scream, it was Nanjiu who raised his chest, and he closed his eyes tightly.But the darkness will only make the pain more obvious, and then trembling and opening his eyes, there is only Mo Wanfeng's indifferent figure.

He gently wiped away the blood splashed on his hands, and sighed, "The dagger was returned to the general, but the general talked too much, I didn't like it, so I had to give the general some small punishment."

Noticing a little scarlet stain on the cuff, he stared at it, and then smiled, "The general never complained of pain, I thought the general wouldn't. It seems that in the future, the general should experience more suffering in the world. "

Under the severe pain, Nan Jiu could only gasp for a moment, but couldn't speak, and passed out directly.

I don't know how long it took, when I woke up again, my whole body felt like it was burning, my mouth was so thirsty, I only felt that the air I exhaled through my nose was hot, and my mind was dizzy and unclear.

Years of living alone told me that this might be a fever.

If it burns in this kind of place, no one will take pity on it even if it is sick and stupid.

There was a sharp foreign body tingling sensation on his shoulder, Nan Jiu tried to tilt his head, and sure enough, the dagger was still firmly inserted in it.Now there is no need to worry about the ischemia and necrosis of the right arm hanging, at least the left shoulder bears some weight.

Nan Jiu smiled wryly, what was he trying to do, being locked in a dark cell, suffering from pain again and again.

Or, since he doesn't know where Mo Zhichen is anyway, he just tells Mo Wanfeng a place, and if he gets angry, maybe he will be happy.

Thinking of this, he heard a sound coming from the door.

The secret door opened, and several people came in step by step with two large buckets, until they reached the middle of the room and put them down heavily.They stood in line along the first row behind the barrel, and secretly looked at him.

Mo Wanfeng then walked in with square steps.

Nan Jiu swallowed her saliva, barely able to moisten her throat and speak, "What idea did Mr. Mo come up with today?"

Mo Wanfeng walked between the two buckets, patted the edge of the bucket on the left and right, and asked him with a smile, "I know the general is thirsty, so I asked my servants to bring two buckets."

Nan Jiu pulled her cheeks and smiled, "Thank you so much for your thoughtfulness, Eldest Young Master. I'm really thirsty."

Mo Wanfeng sneered, and began to put something on his hand, but Nan Jiu didn't see clearly, only thought it was some kind of glove.While asking, "Today's question, I wonder if the little general has thought about it?"

As he approached step by step, his whole body was full of tight oppression, Nan Jiu smiled and said, "Think it over."

"Where is he?"

"Xiaoyao Peak!"

Xiaoyao Peak...?

Mo Wanfeng approached, and looked at Nan Jiu's eyes suspiciously, the eyes were clear and clear, without the slightest deception.

Stretching out his hand, starting from the neck, he hooked the collar and stroked down.

Before the cloth touched his fingers, it was torn apart, exposing a large piece of chest inch by inch.When her fingers slipped down, what Nan Jiu felt was not the warmth of the fingertips of the human body, but the coldness of the iron.

Mo Wanfeng's hand touched his waist before stopping, and stroked his smooth skin with the back of his backhand. The touch felt like leather.Only then did she realize that what Mo Wanfeng was wearing was a leather sheath with a pair of fingers and a small blade.

Nan Jiu trembled.

Mo Wanfeng caressed up the center of her chest, and said softly, "The general lied to me."

Who doesn't know that the former head of the Kunlun School lives in seclusion on Xiaoyao Peak, guarded by divine beasts and broken bridges.No matter how long Ren Mozhichen's hand was, it couldn't reach that old hag on Xiaoyao Peak.

Nan Jiu smiled fearlessly, and said pantingly, "You insist on telling me, but you won't be happy if you do."

Mo Wanfeng snorted, and slowly exerted force on his fingers, "The general is not afraid of heaven and earth, I don't know if he is afraid of pain?"

Nan Jiu snorted twice and nodded, "Young Master Mo asked strangely. You took off my shoulder and stabbed my wound. I screamed so loudly yesterday, of course it was because I was afraid of pain."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Wanfeng's finger suddenly scratched down, the incision was small, it would cut the skin but not hurt the internal organs, the blood quickly overflowed and dripped down along the scratch.

Nan Jiu didn't even dare to breathe in, she stood up stiffly, sweating profusely.

He raised his hand, changed direction, and slowly swiped up again.

"Yes, I said yesterday that I want the little general to experience it well."

Nan Jiu panted intermittently, "I understand... big... you can stop... your hands..."

Mo Wanfeng smiled closer, and swiped again, "What did the general say?"

Nan Jiu couldn't complete a sentence and could only shake his head.

Mo Wanfeng's fingers seemed to caress Nan Jiu's body gently, but every time he passed, his skin was torn and blood flowed profusely.

Nan Jiu was mad with pain, and at first she could scream one after another.At the end of the row, there was no part of his body intact, and he couldn't scream anymore, only a silent roar remained.

The few people by the barrel just watched the execution indifferently, without even frowning.Finally, a slightly younger man spoke, and he would die if he continued.

Mo Wanfeng seemed to wake up suddenly, and took a step back, seeing Nan Jiu hanging his head weakly.

Looking back at the boy who had just spoken, he ordered coldly, "Splash."

The little servant shuddered, and asked timidly, which one to splash.

Mo Wanfeng smiled at him, washed his hands with the water in the bucket beside him, and said, splash whichever you like.

wow——

Nan Jiu was awakened by a burst of cold, and then all the wounds on his body began to burn like burning pain, and even his arms trembled uncontrollably.

He was extremely thirsty, thinking it was water, so he stuck out his tongue and licked the liquid that splashed on his lips.

Spicy, the spiciness of spirits.

In front of Nanjiu was a young man holding a basin. Seeing him look up, he took a step back in shock.Immediately, a hand was placed behind his back, and a voice of hoarse laughter came, the little general was injured and couldn't drink.

The boy suddenly understood, turned around and scooped up the bucket on the other side, and poured it all over with a clatter.

Another pain in my body.

The liquid flowed into the corner of his mouth, and he took a sip, heh, this time he changed to concentrated salt water.

Fortunately, whether it was wine or salt water, there was always a bactericidal effect, otherwise, if he had a fever and the wound was infected again, he would die quickly.

After comforting himself like this, he could still raise his head and give Mo Wanfeng a sassy smile.

The laughing Mo Wanfeng tightened his arms, took out a porcelain bottle from his sleeve, stepped forward quickly, squeezed Nan Jiu's chin and forced it into it.

Nan Jiu didn't have the extra strength to resist, so he could drink whatever he gave, anyway, he just wanted a quick death, if it was poisonous, he could be quicker.

Mo Wanfeng dropped the porcelain bottle and pinched Nan Jiu's jaw, "The general knows what you drank just now?"

Nan Jiuban opened his eyes and looked at him.

"Qingfeng," he said, "speaking of it, it's a good thing. It can hang your life, but it won't heal the wound." He gritted his teeth, "Since the general is stubborn, why don't you take a good look at how long your blood will last. "

After Mo Wanfeng left, he left two young servants to guard him. Whenever Nan Jiu was about to faint, a pot of strong wine or strong salt water would be poured on him, which could not make him peaceful for a moment.

Nan Jiu no longer complained in her heart, but felt that the pain threshold had been raised to a strange level.Once there is no water splashed up, it feels like a forbidden symptom.

Half the bucket went down, but the two guards didn't dare to splash any more.

The person on the wall was covered with bruises, and blood was dripping down his ankles, but he had a strange smile on his lips, and the person who laughed was terrified.

After a while, Nan Jiu spoke hoarsely, "Brother, can you give me a drink? I'm really thirsty."

The young man was a little dazed, he scooped up half a pot of wine and really brought it up, and when he got to him, he handed it to him to drink again.

He took a few sips from the young man's palm, then coughed violently until finally he started laughing, feeling that the wine was so strong, and Mo Wanfeng was indeed a rich man, to torture people with strong wine.

Nan Jiu could only drink three bottles of beer. After a few sips of spirits, he began to faint, but there was a breeze hanging on him, keeping him on the verge of sobriety.

He opened his mouth and laughed a few times, but didn't let out any laughter, and shouted hoarsely, brother, splash, keep splashing!

Although he Nanjiu really wanted to be a comfortable family dog, but no one forced him to be a wolf.Since Mo Wanfeng wants to watch a play, let him do it well so that he won't be disappointed when he comes tomorrow.