[Basic three] Help, wait for me

Day three.

Nan Jiu remembered that it was already the third day.

When Mo Wanfeng appeared in front of him again, Nan Jiu's face was as pale as frost, her lips were bruised, only her cheeks were faintly flushed, blood mixed with salt and wine dripped down her body to her ankles.

The entire dark room was filled with a pungent and unpleasant smell, and the guards were ordered to stand aside with their heads bowed.

Mo Wanfeng covered her nose with her hands, looked down at the water in the bucket, and there was only a little remnant at the bottom of the bucket.

Nan Jiu blinked slowly, laughed and laughed at him, "Young Master Mo, it's the third day, and you still haven't been able to type a word from my mouth, it's so useless."

He thought that his ridicule should be very chic, but when the words came out, they all turned into a hoarse bass, which was very unpleasant.

Mo Wanfeng kicked the barrel next to his feet, and the wine in the barrel sizzled.

"I'm really useless, why don't we change the question today."

Nan Jiu slightly raised his eyelids.

Mo Wanfeng smiled and said, "I'll ask today, is Mo Zhichen treating you well?"

Nan Jiu frowned, not knowing what kind of tricks he was going to play, so she said, "Okay, great. Give me a lot of silver, can you be okay?"

For a moment, he said again, "Yes, in this case, you are also good to that corpse refiner, the two of you are a match made in heaven."

A pair of despicable and shameless villains created by nature.

Mo Wanfeng's eyes were obviously cold, but the smile on his lips did not diminish, "It seems that the general is not sober enough."

Walking around the water beach under his feet, he walked up to Nan Jiu, and took a close look at the wounds all over his body.Under the stimulation of strong wine and strong salt, the flesh and blood turned outwards, the outer layer of the skin was soaked and turned white, but the lower layer was irritatingly crimson.He stretched out his hand and pressed it twice, his pale body trembled, and he could still bleed.

Nan Jiu gasped for a while, waiting for him to have a stronger next step.

But Mo Wanfeng leaned over in front of him and smiled, "Mike Wu told me another interesting thing yesterday."

Nan Jiu listened indifferently.

"Do you still remember the things he gave you when he saw you last time?" Mo Wanfeng looked at him ambiguously and said, "I wonder how the general will feel after using it?"

Nan Jiu didn't understand what he meant and just blinked at him.

Mo Wanfeng sighed in disappointment, "It seems that the general hasn't realized it yet." With his right hand, he took out an identical glass bottle from his bosom, and shook it in front of his eyes, "Translated into Central Plains dialect, this is called tact."

Then he whispered a few words into Nan Jiu's ear.

Nanjiu's neck instantly turned red.

The spring breeze is gentle and full of joy.

The bastard liar Mo Zhichen, that's not prolonging life at all!Thinking that his bottle is probably still in his right sleeve pocket, he can't wait to throw it out immediately.

Seeing that Nanjiu finally had a different reaction, Mo Wanfeng also laughed lowly, and touched his red neck, "Why don't you try it today."

With all his strength, he pinched his neck directly, pried off the glass lid of the vial with the thumb of his other hand, and brought it closer to his mouth.

Nan Jiu held her breath and refused to open her mouth, her whole face turned red.

Mo Wanfeng was not in a hurry, he clasped Nan Jiu's neck leisurely, the strength in his hand was constantly increasing, and he could even hear the sound of cracking bones.

Continuous strength was applied layer by layer, Nan Jiu finally couldn't hold it back, rolled his eyes and took a big breath, at this moment, the medicine bottle on his lips fell down, and all slid into his mouth.

Nan Jiu began to break free violently, stretching her neck to cough it out.

Mo Wanfeng grabbed the black hair on the top of his forehead, pressed it hard against the wall, forced him to raise his head, and watched him swallow the liquid medicine one by one.

For the first time, the person in the hand had an angry expression, and his deep eyes stared at him without moving, burning like fire.

This expression really looks like what a wolf should have.

A line of bright red liquid medicine flowed down the corners of the lips, along the corners of the chin, and slid into the neck.Added a lot of beauty like the end of the world to this bloody Tiance.

The liquid medicine slipped away, the corners of his lips were bitten hard, and blood began to slip down.Mo Wanfeng approached him, looked at him evilly and smiled, stuck out the tip of his tongue and licked it, a little salty.

Nanjiu struggled again, and Mo Wanfeng let him go.

He retreated to the center, clapped his hands twice, and then the big sandalwood chair was brought in again.Sweeping the hem of the clothes, he leaned up with Erlang's legs crossed, and looked at Nan Jiudao playfully, "Whenever the general is willing to say, I will be waiting for you at any time."

Nan Jiu spat a mouthful of blood in response.

****

Inside the house, Mo Zhichen paced over and over again.

In the past two days, they searched everything they could, day and night, and even searched all the private houses under the name of Mo Wanfeng, but there was still no news.If the Haoqi League questioned him now, he might be able to add another crime of breaking into a private house to his charges.

At this time, there was a sudden sound of light work stepping on the eaves on the roof, and after a few turns, Lu Qianyun came in through the side window.

He landed and said directly, "I found it."

Mo Zhichen was overjoyed, and stretched out his hand to snatch the topographical map he handed over. Looking at it, it was a small house in the corner of Kunlun near the Dragon Gate.

The location of the house is not good, it's not a place that the fussy Mo Wanfeng would buy.

Lu Qianyun said, "The house belongs to one of his staff members. I heard that it is often used to deal with prisoners. If there is no more here..."

If there is no more, I'm afraid it's more ominous than good, and maybe it has been abandoned in the wilderness.

But no one has the guts to say this to Mo Zhichen. He has a fire in his heart now, and whoever touches it will be burned.

Mo Zhichen's hand holding the scroll became tighter and tighter, and his expression gradually changed from initial joy to sullen anger.

Mo Wanfeng... so seriously, he wants to be at odds with you!

*****

The air in the nose is getting hotter and hotter, and the consciousness is getting more and more drowsy.

The wound on his body felt itchy, and he couldn't help but want to scratch it, but he couldn't move his hands, he couldn't lift his shoulders, and the whole portrait was bound like a living specimen, and he couldn't break free no matter what.

There was a hot current rushing back and forth in his body, hitting his already unbearable spirit.There is a wonderful sense of hazy dreaming, and the figure in the dream is familiar and kind.

As soon as he opened his eyes, the person in the back seemed to be right in front of him, slowly walking towards him bit by bit.

He thought of the first time he met, he was like this, wrapped in a dark haze, wrapped in mystery.So I couldn't help calling him:

"Mo... the dust..."

He gradually approached, walked up to him, and held out his hand to him.

He wanted to reach it, but his body was pinned and he couldn't move, so he tried his best to break free from the iron chain, and it hit the wall with a rattling sound.

He said, "Come closer...closer."

Sure enough, he could hear it, so he got closer, until the hand could caress his face, and he giggled.

He smiled and said, "Take me away, it's too dark and cold here."

The man asked him, "Where are you taking me?"

Where to go?

He leaned on his hand and looked up, the pupils in his eyes were a little dilated, as if he didn't understand what he was talking about, but when he saw the face, he still smirked.

But the man suddenly took a step forward, grabbed a lock of his hair, shook him and asked him, saying!Where shall I take you?That was already a severe questioning, and the hair was painfully pulled in his hands, which made him very uncomfortable.

He struggled and said, "Mo Zhichen, let me go! I won't go with you, let me go..."

The man lowered his body to stick close to him, looked him up and down carefully, and slapped his face a few times with his hands.

Nan Jiu only felt that he was very close, his eyes and nose were right in front of him, and when his head became hot, he kissed the side of his head directly, and when he found his lips, he was about to drill in.

The man also froze, and suddenly shook his hair with one hand, and said angrily, "See clearly, I'm not Mo Zhichen!"

With this flick of his head, he hit the stone wall hard, and he became sober in an instant.

Nan Jiu blinked hard, only to realize that the person in front of him was Mo Wanfeng, not Mo Zhichen.But after only waking up for a moment, his eyes blurred again, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

Mo Wanfeng said impatiently, "Hey, Qingfeng's side effects!"

Nanjiu is like a dead tree swaying in the sea, without any strength, he can only let the waves of consciousness roll him back and forth.All the feelings are nothing but pain, itching, and that little bit of urgency in my heart.

All the severe pain turned into strange sensations, scratching the sinking soul.

Mo Wanfeng looked at him from a step away, his eyes were already slack, but he stared at him piercingly, burning with clusters of flames that were not hot to the touch, if you called him out, he would give you a soft smile back. The watery smile, as if the wounds all over his body were painted, and all the pains all over his body were fake.From top to bottom, from the inside out, she was infected with the tenderness and charm that should not belong to a wolf.

Tactful, it really is exquisite and tactful, no matter how stubborn a person was before, he can still be so touching, and with the blue and red scars on his body, even Mo Wanfeng is a little tempted.

Nan Jiu suddenly stretched out the tip of her tongue and licked the parched lips, her movements were charming and seductive, Mo Wanfeng's heart skipped a beat, and she stepped forward with a compliment, touching his chest.

As if she had a support in front of her, Nan Jiu chuckled softly twice, hung her chin on his shoulder, and the breath just happened to linger on Mo Wanfeng's ears.

Mo Wanfeng cursed "Damn".

Nan Jiu let out a "huh" incomprehension, and pressed his neck against his neck again.

The effect of the medicine began to show, and because of the effect of the breeze, he was not simply occupied by lust, but showed a childlike innocence, without stubbornness, disdain, or ferocity of a wolf.

With this look in his eyes, Mo Wanfeng also became hot.

He tore off his tattered clothes, and kissed upwards bit by bit from his neck until he reached his Adam's apple. Nan Jiu trembled, said "itch" with a smile, and twisted against his ear Twice.

The fire in Mo Wanfeng's heart sprang up, bent his knees forward, pressed into Nan Jiu's legs, and slowly rubbed them twice.

Nan Jiu's body began to tremble slightly, her waist stiffened, and her heart beat violently.

As if to respond, Mo Wanfeng breathed heavily in his ear, followed the outline of the ear, and gently rubbed to the neck, met the obstruction of the collar, curled his tongue around his teeth, and moved along the shoulder line. Pull down.

Mo Wanfeng didn't move, and felt Nanjiu's trivial movements.

When the cloth could not be moved much, Nan Jiu groaned twice to express his dissatisfaction, and sprayed warm breath around Mo Wanfeng's bare shoulders and neck, slowly dyeing the whole room with spring colors.

With a smile, Mo Zhichen's people are nothing more than that, they put on a high-spirited appearance, and in reality they are just a peddler who leans on his waist and sells sex. Now, with only one dose of medicine, even the gold master can't recognize him.

Mo Wanfeng's hand stretched in from his waist, slid all the way to his back, and hugged him tightly, making him stick closer to himself.

"..."

Nan Jiu gasped and said something.

Mo Wanfeng moved closer to listen.

The fiery breath moved inward from the shoulder, to the softest piece of flesh on the shoulder and neck. Nan Jiu showed a sly smile, opened his mouth slowly, and then bit it fiercely like a wolf looking for food. go down.

Mo Wanfeng wanted to turn around and try to break free, but Nan Jiu refused to let go, tearing and biting off a piece of tender flesh from him.The blood stained his shoulder and dizzy Nan Jiu's lips.

Spit out a mouthful of blood and flesh, and looked at him with cold eyes.

Mo Wanfeng was furious, raised his hand to gather his true energy, and hit Nan Jiu down.

This palm hit the chest, even though there was a breeze to hang his life, he couldn't hold on for a few seconds longer, and he really passed out when his head fell.

Mo Wanfeng's anger was suppressed by the laceration on his shoulder, and he covered his collar, not even asking whether Nan Jiu was alive or dead.Since the tight mouth has become an impenetrable wall, he doesn't want to waste any more time. If the person is not dead at night, he will directly send it to Tianyijiao!

Just as he was about to leave this unlucky place, he heard the noise outside the dark room, even the sound of fighting.

His face sank, but he was happy again.

At this time and this place, in his territory of Mo Wanfeng, who else could kill outside the door except Mo Zhichen?

Mo Zhichen was so injured that he could raise his sword and fight again in three days. This strategy is really very important to Mo Zhichen.

Suddenly, the door of the dark room shook violently several times, and an epee blow instantly shattered into wood dregs, sending dust all over the room.

Mo Zhichen rushed in with a murderous aura, and after only a few steps, his aura changed, and he trembled in shock just looking at the scene in the house.

His little general was nailed to the wall covered in blood, with his head hanging motionless, pale skin, riddled with scars, bruised and purple wrists, bloody shoulders, and dark water lines under his feet, exuding There was a stench of unknown origin.

Every thing, every thing, looked like a knife piercing through his heart, every thing was enough for him to cut the culprit into pieces thousands of times!

When he met his little general for the first time, seeing his luscious lips, sensual palms, slightly slack muscles, and delicate fair complexion, he knew that this Tiance had never suffered anything, not even the cocoon of holding a gun. none.

Desert Evening Wind——

How dare he!How dare you torture him until he was bruised and dying, and let him suffer such crimes for irrelevant things!

Mo Zhichen rushed forward, cut off the iron chain, and hugged Nan Jiu who was unconscious in his arms, holding him tightly, for fear of hurting his wounds all over his body.

Holding the dagger on his left shoulder with one hand, he hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth, and quickly pulled it out.

The person in his arms trembled suddenly, and the head hanging on his shoulder moved slowly.

Mo Zhichen knew that it hurt him, but he had no choice but to comfort her softly, "Ah Jiu, don't be afraid, I'll take you away."

Nan Jiu only felt that someone had finally put him down, the man's embrace was warm, and there was the fragrance of tea in his hair.He moved his lips awkwardly, trying to call his name, but he could only breathe heavily with his mouth.

"Ah Jiu, stop talking."

The voice was very soft and light, he listened to it, and really stopped talking.But when he woke up, the itching and pain came up again, he twisted his body restlessly, and burrowed into Mo Zhichen's arms.

Mo Zhichen touched it with his hands, and the skin where he could touch was hot, and his face was also smudged with an abnormal blush.

His sharp eyes swept towards Mo Wanfeng, but he stood aside, folded his arms and watched, the blood on his shoulder soaked his collar.

Mo Wanfeng said indifferently, "If you come a moment later, he will probably die." His tone was relaxed and mischievous, as if what died was just a livestock that was about to be cooked.

Anger boiled like boiling water in a fire.

Holding Nan Jiu tightly with one arm to prevent him from slipping, he dragged the epee and walked slowly towards him. The tip of the sword dragged on the ground, making a sharp rubbing sound.

Mo Wanfeng's eyes lit up, and he raised his light sword, ready to fight.

In an instant, the sword light flashed, Mo Wanfeng didn't even have time to see it clearly, and when he lowered his head again, he saw the sword tip cut into the flesh.An epee is no better than a light sword, even if it is only a little bit at the tip, it is enough to be half the length of an ordinary dagger.

Mo Wanfeng was not surprised, he raised his hand to grab the blade on his shoulder, and said with a smile, "Junior brother, your skill has improved a lot. Why, after killing the master, you are finally going to attack the senior brother?"

Mo Zhichen froze, and the epee pressed in a little bit more, and said ruthlessly, "Mo Wanfeng, don't involve others in your grievances."

Mo Wanfeng suffered from the pain, but laughed even worse, "He is your man. In order to win the favor of the master, the male pet insists on being hurt and suffering for you. How can he be considered someone else?"

When the anger came up, he was about to give up, but he had accumulated strength in his hand, but he couldn't do it for a long time.He, after all, is his biological eldest brother, his senior brother for many years, and he cannot be ruthless about things that make the teacher's heart cold.

"Why don't you do it?" Mo Wanfeng sneered, "Now you're starting to think about the love of your teacher? Mo Zhichen, stop being hypocritical!"

The person in his arms suddenly moved, whimpered a few times like a cat, wrapped his neck with his only movable right hand, turned his head buried in his hair, and opened his mouth, no matter how many strands he got into his mouth. The hair rubbed against his neck and started biting and licking ambiguously.He called out Mo Zhichen's name in a voice.

Mo Wanfeng laughed suddenly, "I forgot to tell you, he took the tact."

The hand holding the blade slid gently, and added with interest, "Tsk tsk, he was so ecstatic after seeing him before, I almost couldn't hold back."

Deliberately angering him, Mo Wanfeng could deeply feel the trembling of the sword tip in his body, and the sullen murderous aura surrounding the person in front of him.

Nan Jiu still rubbed back and forth non-stop, and even inserted her right hand into his hair to caress. As soon as she lifted her body, her lips climbed up to his earlobe, and she held it in her mouth and slowly caressed between her teeth.

Mo Zhichen didn't waver, but he also knew that it couldn't go on like this.

Suppressing the anger in his heart, he pulled out the epee and placed it on Mo Wanfeng's neck, "I can't do anything that would chill the teacher's heart. Today's knife is for you to return to Ah Jiu."

Withdraw the sword and leave.

Mo Wanfeng's shoulder hurt to the bone, and he couldn't stop it at all.

But he laughed loudly from behind, "Mo Zhichen, if you don't kill me today, you will regret it tomorrow..."

Mo Zhichen flew away and disappeared with the people.