[Basic three] Help, wait for me

A few days after Jian Ge left, Nanjiu caught a cold and developed a fever, and was confinement in the house by Mo Zhichen for several days to recuperate. .

Nan Jiu was depressed again, and it was fine if he didn't see it as a lantern, but Mo Zhichen forced him to drink a lot of porridge, and he was about to cry.

In the future, if there is a chance, he must teach Young Master Mo to cook. At least it would be good to know how to fry shredded potatoes. He never wants to see porridge again in his life!

But depression is depression, life still has to live, and food still needs to be eaten, so Nan Jiu should go out to buy vegetables again, before leaving, he dragged Mo Zhichen who looked very idle.

The two of them were in front of each other, as if they were a young couple living their lives.

Walking to a fork in the road by Yingxiu Lake, Nan Jiu suddenly stopped, took a step up and slowly took it back, looked back at Mo Zhichen, and also grasped the light sword and became vigilant.

There was a trace of rust in the air, and at the next step, a scarlet blood line crossed the intersection, winding straight to the back of the big tree not far away.

Who would it be, noble or villainous, people in the rivers and lakes or ordinary people?

This road goes west to Qutang Gorge, and goes east to Baling Town. There are very few reports of tigers and beasts hurting people and killing people. It seems that it is not an ordinary person to be able to move such a long distance while dragging a blood line.

Nan Jiu took a few steps closer to the tree with a gun, but there was still no movement behind the thick trunk.

After taking another two steps, Mo Zhichen stopped him, shook his head and said, "Jiu, don't mind your own business."

He was right, the identities of the two of them are very embarrassing now, Nanjiu almost betrayed Haoqi League, Mo Zhichen is still at the top of the bounty, this trip is safe and sound only by hiding his whereabouts.Therefore, no matter who the person was or why he was injured, there was no need for them to take the risk of being discovered to find out.

However, if he left right now, judging by the amount of bleeding, that person would probably really die.

Nan Jiu couldn't bear it, and looked behind him in earnest, "Mo Zhichen, whether he is really good? If he is just an ordinary person..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a sudden noise.

Mo Zhichen immediately pulled Nan Jiu back, unsheathed the light sword, and said solemnly, "If you are still alive, come out by yourself."

There was a rustling sound behind the tree, and for a moment a man in dark tight clothes with bloodstains on his face leaned out, glanced at the speaker, his eyes lit up instantly, as if seeing a savior, he staggered a few steps and fell down on the deserted ground. In front of Zhichen, he shouted weakly, "Master Mo, save me!"

Mo Zhichen's light sword stopped in front of him and did not move.

The man hastily wiped the blood from his face twice, "I am He Mu, He Mu from the Valley of the Wicked."

He Mu, Mo Zhichen recalled this name, it seems that there is such a person in the Valley of the Wicked, who makes a living by selling information from various places. Although he does the same job as Lu Qianyun, he walks among various forces. Careful planning, licking blood for a piece of silver.

As far as Mo Zhichen's friendship with him is concerned, he also bought information about the Red Clothes Sect from other places in previous years.He deserved to be an intelligence officer, but he remembered Mo Zhichen for real.

"Master Mo must save me!" He Mu cried again, "There is a powerful man who keeps chasing and killing me, and I really can't escape..."

It will be a matter of time before He Mu does this kind of business, and the last thing Mo Zhichen wants to encounter now is a noble person, so it is natural to distinguish which is more important.So he took two steps back, and without taking off the sword, he said, "I am no longer Mo Gangzhu, I cannot save you."

He Mu stood up trembling, only holding a half-broken dagger in his hand.

Mo Zhichen saw a long and narrow sword wound on his chest from shoulder to waist. The flesh and blood turned outwards. It was a depth that only an epee could draw. Moreover, the sword wound was extremely ingenious. Although it was deep and dripping with blood, it would not be broken. Injury to the internal organs, it is clear that the person using the sword does not want to kill him with a single blow, but plays the person to despair like a cat slipping a mouse.

Mo Zhichen has only seen such a delicate and perverted epee technique on one person.

Seeing such a wound, Mo Zhichen didn't even think about it, he just pulled Nan Jiu up and left.

Before he could take a step, the hidden sword Yuquan Yuyue swished three times behind him, and a low voice with a hoarse smile sounded, "Can you let me go? I have been chasing that head for a day and a night."

The moment Nan Jiu heard this voice, her whole body trembled unconsciously. The three days and three nights in the dark room flooded into her memory. The hand holding the silver-handled spear slightly loosened and then suddenly tightened. She turned around slowly, trembling. Said, "...Mo Wanfeng"

Seeing his wavering, Mo Zhichen held Nan Jiu's hand tightly, giving Nan Jiu a dose of reassurance with just the right amount of strength.

Holding the epee in his hand, Mo Wanfeng glanced at the overlapping hands of the two of them, without saying a word, turned the light sword in his hand around his palm, and threw out the broken blade in an instant, heading straight towards Nanjiu.

Mo Zhichen instantly raised his light sword, pointing directly at Mo Wanfeng's neck.

The sword brushed against Nan Jiu's ear and cut off several strands of his hair, but did not hurt Nan Jiu at all.There was a blunt sound behind him, and a small dagger with a broken blade on the side of his neck clanged to the ground.

"Uh...uh..." I saw He Mu being pierced by a light sword through his neck and nailed to the tree trunk. His eyes almost popped out of their sockets, and blood gushed out from the hole in his neck. There was a meaningless roar like a beast, and his hands and feet writhed in pain.

He struggled for a long time without dying, and even blood gushed from his mouth and nose. The more he struggled, the more the sword wound tore apart, and finally almost tore his mandible, and the neck flesh was cut open vertically. Among them are pale ring bones.The solid blade of the sword pressed against the opening and closing gap, making him unable to utter a single word, but blood gushed out from between his teeth, blackening his entire front.

He stared at them with wide eyes in horror, turned around awkwardly, from Mo Zhichen to Nanjiu, and even stretched out his hand, as if asking for help.

He Mu struggled violently, his eyes seemed to gouge out their flesh, and his hand seemed to gouge out their internal organs.

Nan Jiu covered her mouth, trembling and took two steps back,

Mo Zhichen stood up and blocked Nan Jiu's line of sight, and a piece of dark gold was reflected, and Nan Jiu's trembling body slowly stopped.

"Your taste is still so bad." Mo Zhichen said.

Mo Wanfeng paced up to He Mu, and gave him a very regretful look, "I gave him time to escape, but it's a pity he's not good enough for me to catch up, it's too boring."

After saying that, he hooked his lips into a smile, grasped the hilt of his sword and twisted his neck. He Mu's screaming stopped instantly, and a round bloody head rolled to Nan Jiu's feet. .

Mo Zhichen buried Nan Jiulan on his shoulders, preventing him from seeing the bloody scene.But Nan Jiu heard the sound of flesh and blood twisting, and heard the sound of hard objects rolling. He knew what happened, but he didn't dare to open his eyes to look, and snuggled into Mo Zhichen's arms.

Mo Wanfeng cut through the clothes on the corpse with a few swords, covered the death-defying head, rolled it under his feet, and landed firmly in his hand.

Glancing at Nan Jiu, he said mockingly, "Oh, chop suey is chop suey, so I'm afraid."

"Brother!" Mo Zhichen roared.

"Mo Zhichen, I buried your severed hair next to my father's grave, you have nothing to do with my Mo family." Mo Wanfeng walked a few steps with the head in his hand, "I just didn't expect you to be alive, I thought you would find a place where no one was around and commit suicide, it seems that your male pet is quite attractive."

Mo Zhichen stared coldly at Mo Wanfeng, motioning him to stop talking.

"What do you mean?" The person in his arms suddenly struggled, "What did he mean just now?" Nan Jiu stared at Mo Zhichen and asked urgently.

Mo Zhichen met his gaze, but remained silent.

Mo Wanfeng sneered, "So he doesn't know yet, so I'm really guilty."

Mo Zhichen's indifferent expression showed that he didn't want to say anything. Nan Jiu turned to look at Mo Wanfeng, "Tell me, what does that mean? Why shouldn't he be alive?"

"He..."

"Mo Wanfeng!" Mo Zhichen sternly stopped him, even the light sword in his hand screamed slightly in response.

"Oh, if I insist on talking, why don't you fight me once?" Mo Wanfeng chuckled.

Mo Zhichen was serious, and the raised light sword showed his attitude.

"Then you should also sacrifice your long wind first!" The word Feng exited, and Mo Zhichen's epee rose from the ground, the golden sound of the flat ground, and the rolling waves, the bright yellow flashed straight to Mo Zhichen's face door away.

Mo Zhichen pushed Nan Jiu away sideways, swept out the Changfeng epee with his backhand, and greeted him with two steps.

In an instant, there was a sound of turbulent waves.

For a moment, the sound of the rainbow fell.

——The epee fell to the ground with a bang.

"—Mo Zhichen!" Nan Jiu shouted in shock.

The long wind epee was sent flying a few feet, and the point of the sword touched Mo Zhichen's neck, the cold light reflected the scorching light from the blade, his eyes were dimmed, and the hand holding the sword could be seen trembling just now.

Nan Jiu's spear pointed horizontally, and he almost wanted to fight, but was forced to hold back because of the approaching blade on Mo Zhichen's neck.

With a slight press on the hilt of the epee, Mo Wanfeng lifted Mo Zhichen's chin, and said in a deep voice, "Mo Zhichen, you can't even use the Lingfeng Sword Style now."

The Lingfeng sword style is the epee sword style, and the raised voice just now without a question at the end is an affirmative sentence.

Mo Zhichen's face was pale, but he didn't want Nan Jiu to notice anything, so he said slowly, "I just missed."

Mo Wanfeng took a step back, threw the epee in front of him, looked sideways and said, "Okay, come again."

Looking at the epee standing in front of him, Mo Zhichen hesitated for a long time, and finally gritted his teeth and pulled it out forcefully, the clanging sound shook and spread.Mo Wanfeng didn't move his feet, nor did he draw his light sword out of its sheath, but just watched Mo Zhichen indifferently, sweeping forward with momentum.

When the epee is swung, the moment when it is approaching the enemy is also the moment when it consumes the most power.

The blade of the sword came across, but before it touched Mo Wanfeng's clothes, Mo Zhichen's arm suddenly froze, and he could no longer hold the sword hilt, and there was another sound of heavy slamming on the ground.

Mo Wanfeng picked up the epee safely, and looked at Nan Jiu with a sneer, "Did you see it?"

Nan Jiu shook his head again and again, this is impossible, why, why he can't even hold the epee...

Mo Zhichen clenched his fists, and Shen Ran stared at him angrily.

"Don't blame me, I just think he should know the price of all this." Mo Wanfeng smiled, carrying the epee on his back, swinging the head, "This is the result of your choice."

With a whistle, a vigorous Wang Yunxiao rushed towards the sound, Mo Wanfeng turned on the horse, and suddenly said, "By the way, do you know that He Mu is a very sinister and vengeful person?"

This question is very strange, people don't know why.

He went on to say, "He Mu has raised many birds that are used to convey messages, and they will follow wherever they go. He has also trained many people who can understand bird songs. He uses this kind of inconspicuous little bird. I have spied a lot of powerful secrets, which is why I came to kill him."

"What do you mean?" Mo Zhichen said coldly.

Mo Wanfeng smiled, "It means that you rejected his call for help just now, but now, at this moment, your location has probably been leaked to the Haoqi camp. He Mu is really smart, and he will give you a hand before he dies."

Mo Zhichen immediately turned his head to look at He Mu, and there were indeed a few little sparrows docked on the headless corpse.

There was the sound of horseshoes kicking behind him, and Mo Wanfeng gradually disappeared at the end of the post road.

Mo Zhichen frowned and looked at the little birds, and had another plan in his mind.