[Basic three] Help, wait for me

Nan Jiu woke up naturally after falling asleep, and the first thing she looked for when she opened her eyes was Mo Zhichen.

There was no sign of him beside him, on the bed, or at the table. The whole room was empty, and even the epee that had always stood by the door disappeared.

Mo, of, dust!

He did drop him.He should have expected it a long time ago. Looking back, Mo Zhichen was obviously so abnormal yesterday.How could he be so stupid to really believe that he would take him away.

If people run away, of course they have to chase them.But after getting up together, Nan Jiu realized that even a bastard could hardly describe Mo Zhichen's viciousness.

Nan Jiu is still lying on the floor where he worked last night, his whole body is still naked, his body is only covered with the clothes that Mo Zhichen put on him, every movement of his body feels sore like falling apart, worse than on New Year's Eve The first night is even more uncomfortable.

Wanting to cheer up and forcefully get up, but found that his internal energy was empty, and he couldn't make a move, and then he suddenly realized that Mo Zhichen not only ran away, but also drugged him to run away, no wonder he had a whim last night what wine to drink.

There was a rattling sound on his body after this movement, Nan Jiu looked down, he was covered with all kinds of strings of gold and silver coins, all of which Mo Zhichen pretended to give him yesterday, and there was an empty jug beside him. Holding a stack of bank notes, on top of it is a voucher in black and white.As expected, Mo Zhichen did not break his promise, and really left all his family property to him.

Nan Jiu sneered a few times, then lay down on the ground again, staring at the roof above in a daze.

In such a scene, it was as if he, Nanjiu, was a young lady who could have fun all night, and Mo Zhichen was his rare and wealthy benefactor.

Mo Zhichen, you are really kind, you have lost your martial arts but you still have the leisure and strength to make people immobile.

It's a pity that even a young man can still enjoy himself on the golden silk jade bed, but he is good at Nanjiu, his old waist will be broken and thrown on the ground, and he will be insulted with gold and silver.

Mo Zhichen, you scoundrel, bastard, bastard.

How could you have the heart to do this, how could you have the heart to leave me behind, how could you have the heart to say that you would take me away but then drugged me to stun me, how could you have the heart to let me chase after you to find the dead body that you don't know where you will die!

He opened his mouth and yelled "Mo Zhichen" and tried his voice, but it was low and hoarse, extremely unpleasant, and even the ending was choppy.

Can't get up, can't move.Nan Jiu had no choice but to lie on the floor with her eyes open for a long time without changing her posture. Words only.

Lie in vain for a whole day without feeling hungry, at first he could scold Mo Zhichen a few words, and when he lay in the afternoon, he didn't even bother to scold him anymore.

When the sun was setting towards the west, Nan Jiu was finally able to get up from the ground with his waist supported.

He was alone, and he didn't care about any shame. He walked around the room naked, and the marks on his body were still there. Mo Zhichen didn't even help him clean up the aftermath. When he got angry, he didn't feel angry .

Mo Zhichen or something, just die, why does he have to like such a bastard.

Nan Jiu took a bath silently, put on his clothes, cleaned himself up, and ate two bites of hard pancakes left over from the previous few days, then squatted on the ground where he had been lying all day, looking at the things left by Mo Zhichen one by one , tearing them off again and again.

He tore it very neatly, and in the last few sheets, he could still tear out flowers, snowflakes, happy characters, and butterflies. It's a pity that he didn't have scissors, otherwise he could still tear out a picture of birds and phoenixes.He didn't seem to care at all about the white silver bills that were shattered into pieces, and he didn't care how many houses Mo Zhichen threw for this "night" of joy.

He just felt stuffy and painful in his chest, and he had to find an outlet to release it, otherwise, he was afraid that he would burst into tears uncontrollably.

After tearing up the banknotes, he gave up the idea of ​​continuing to tear the gold, silver and jewels. He stood up numbly, starting with the things he could touch in front of him, and smashing them one by one. all over the place.

In the end, the only thing in the house that was still intact was the wine glass that the two of them drank together last night, which seemed particularly abrupt in the chaos.

Nan Jiu rested for a while, then stepped on the fragments and walked slowly over, picked up the wine glass and stared at it for a while, then gently kissed the rim of the glass, piously, as if kissing a beloved lover.

What he said was: Mo Zhichen, if I find you, I will tear you down too, just like this house.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then let go of his hand, and the wine glass shattered and fell to his feet.

When he opened his eyes suddenly again, Nan Jiu acted resolutely, grabbed the silver-handled spear in an instant, and broke through the door wrapped in a red cloak.There is no target to look for, just relying on feeling, choose a direction at random and go away.

Mo Zhichen, don't tell me to find you.

If you still dare to live, I will beat you half to death; if you die, I will stew you in soup!

*****

The sky is getting darker and gloomy, and the refreshing air in Baling seems to be from another world. Mo Zhichen looked up at the dark sky, the dark redness that spread to the boundless, only oppressed people extremely depressed.

No wonder Nan Jiu didn't like Luo Dao, how could such a lifeless land be lovable.

It's been two days.

He doesn't have a horse, and he can't use lightness kung fu, so he only plans in his mind to go a little farther, a little further.He was afraid that the cartilage powder would hurt Nanjiu, so the dose of the medicine was very light. In less than two days, Nanjiu must have recovered.

I just hope that he will not come, never come.

A few black shadows flickered across the corners of his eyes, moving so fast that even Mo Zhichen didn't see their movements clearly.

Unconsciously, he climbed onto the epee, and the cold touch stretched the sluggish meridians. Mo Zhichen smiled softly. It seems that this habit will be changed. In the future, he will use the light sword alone. If he has a chance, he can follow Chunyang disciples ask for advice on two tricks.

Mo Zhichen looked around, Luodao was flat, it was difficult for him to have any hiding places, but there were low hills on both sides, which was very unfavorable.

Although he knew that with the current situation, it would be very dangerous to encounter an opponent, but he didn't want to be caught without a fight and die in vain.

Every time he took a step, the hidden figure behind him followed closely, and he could even hear the sound of the bow being drawn and wound.He was the only target on the long and narrow road. If he didn't move, they didn't dare to move. He pulled out the light sword half a point, and they retreated three feet.

Mo Zhichen smiled, it seemed that he was really cruel before, but standing here was a kind of threat, which made them dare not act rashly.

It seems that the Haoqi League did not get the information that he could no longer use the epee, this is vitality.

The light sword was unsheathed with a clang, and a murderous aura permeated the whole body. Mo Zhichen stood alone in the prying sight behind the hillside, his eyes were cold, like a blood-devouring evil god.

Since he can't escape, then let's fight, as long as he has an inch of iron in his hand, he is Mo Zhichen, the cold-faced Wuxin in the world's population, and the wanted person of the righteous way of the world, and he can shed a bloody way, heartily!

In the silence, all the sounds would be amplified out of thin air, the bowstring would be pulled apart tightly and slowly, and the feathered arrows would be mounted on them. The fine steel arrows would point directly at the ink-gold figure in the center of the field without any deviation.

The hiding place waved slightly.

In an instant, the strings and saws sounded, the bow returned and the arrow left, and the rain of arrows poured away.

A golden light flashed in Mo Zhichen's eyes, the light sword suddenly rose, and the sword energy suddenly dispersed. The first long arrow broke into four pieces before it was even close to his side, and fell to the ground slumped.Then saw overlapping sword energy, sword light like a rainbow, Mo Zhichen jumped up lightly, a light sword broke through the momentum fluently, as if bouncing off the barrier around his body, no arrow was lucky enough to break through his defense.

When the rain of arrows subsided, Mo Zhichen Hengjian stood in the middle of the road piled up with broken arrows. There was not a single scar on his body, and even the corners of his clothes were intact. The indifferent smile on his face seemed to mock their incompetence.

After a moment of silence, the dark red sky suddenly shone brightly, and a thunderclap sounded through the sky. The gloomy and low-hanging clouds could no longer hold back the heavy rain, and the torrential rain fell in an instant.

The rain curtain was like a curtain, covering people's sight.

From the dense rain, with an order, the hidden figures no longer need to hide, and they took advantage of the rain to cover themselves and attack.

Mo Zhichen laughed, and the sword energy was shaken. He only let it go, but he didn't get it. He only had a set of Xiushui swordsmanship, but he seemed to be wielding a magnificent momentum that gathered thousands of rivers and mountains. A sword, and a curtain of cold rain.

Since he can't use the heavy sword, let's pour out all the accumulation of the heavy sword.

The novices rushing forward didn't know how powerful Mo Zhichen was, and when they fell into the aura of the cold sword intent, they couldn't escape any longer. When the sword energy twisted, the blood mist instantly dispersed and melted into the air. The rain pouring down from the sky sprinkled the whole body.

There were severed limbs and arms at his feet, his clothes were stained by the rain of red blood, and his white silk boots were already extremely red.Mo Zhichen pulled out the light sword embedded in the flesh and blood of the corpse, and swung it back against the rain, causing the stain to fade away.

The oncoming enemy stopped in shock. They saw that everything in the boundary made of flesh and blood was horrifying. Even the people in the center were like Shura, who was haunted by the death energy of hell, but only the sword in his hand was green. The front is sharp, and the sword's light is like electricity without any taint.

The man covered in blood was smiling and waiting for them to die, and the cold sword was waiting to sink into their chests.

That man is not the sword hidden by the West Lake, he is a ghost, a killer, the carpet of twisted flesh is woven under his feet, but he doesn't even blink an eye, he hasn't even pulled out the heavy sword !

The scary thing about this man is not the means he used when he was the leader of Wuxin, but himself, definitely not relying on the momentum created by the mob, he can suppress them from the sword skills, and suppress them from the momentum.

They hesitated, even if Mo Zhichen had nothing to do with the Wuxin Sect, he was not at all weak.

But they can't retreat. If they retreat, it will be the retreat of the Haoqi League, and the defeat of justice.They must move forward, towards the man who is like a god of death, unless they die, they will surely win.

Mo Zhichen's vision was a bit blurred, the rain and blood mixed together, making his eyes sticky.Those who died at the foot were just the forward soldiers dispatched by Haoqi, and it was not worth mentioning in terms of force. He had no idea how many people were behind and how many moves were left. All he could do was kill, kill, kill. all slaughtered.

The battle lasted for half an hour, with blood and mud all around.

Mo Zhichen was already mechanically raising his sword to stab, although the wounds on his body were all over the place, he never used the heavy sword from the beginning to the end.He slowly pulled out the hidden weapon poison dart embedded in his body, thick black blood flowed out from the wound hole, the next moment he threw backhand, and the sharp hidden weapon returned to him, hitting the man's heart.

He looked down at the color stained on his fingers, and said with a dark smile, this is all right, even if he can break out of the encirclement, he may never see his little general again.

Mo Zhichen looked up at the sky, let the heavy rain wash away the smudges on his face, and gradually revealed a handsome face, his eyes were slightly narrowed by the rain, and when the blood was washed away from his eyes, he looked extremely sad.

The internal energy was consumed too much, and if the battle continued, he might not even be able to lift a light sword, but so what, he was still a villain in their eyes, and there would still be layers of corpses piled up under his feet.

Since they don't want him to live, then he should have more back cushions. The sky is a thick coffin and the ground is the coffin. Mo Zhichen is going to die. How can he be stingy with those layers of cushions? If there is no brocade, silk and feathers to accompany him, then it's okay How many more blood coats!

He lowered his head again, but he condensed his evil spirit again.

The heroic actions always erupt with great power in silence, never roaring, and never getting anxious. They analyze a battle with reason and evidence, observe the enemy calmly and carefully, and find out the flaws that are enough to put them to death. Then it crashes.

During the continuous fighting, someone yelled that he could not use the epee.

Mo Zhichen didn't stop his sword, just thought to himself, and was finally discovered.

This heavy news exploded immediately, and Mo Zhichen actually lied to them. He was just a hidden sword that couldn't use the heavy sword, not disdain to use it.The situation took a turn for the worse, and there was no taboo about successive attacks.

Mo Zhichen was forced up to the nearby hills step by step, his inner strength was on the verge of exhaustion, he couldn't kill him anymore, and his hands began to tremble.The current Mo Eren is just an ordinary man without martial arts, his body is covered with wounds, his legs and feet are shaking, any boy can kill him with a single sword.

But he stood there, standing there straight, making them afraid to go forward.

What was finally put into action was a crossbow arrow, which came through the wind and rain, and sank into Mo Zhichen's chest with a puff.There was silence for a moment, and the rain was getting lighter, so everyone was staring at his next move.

Unable to hold on, Mo Zhichen stood with his sword, and looked down at the short arrow on his chest. The arrow happened to miss the vital part, and he felt his heart was still beating.He laughed hoarsely, holding the arrow body in his hand, and the next moment, he pulled it out suddenly, bringing out a little flesh and blood from the arrow, and even had the strength to break it.

Everyone gasped, the arrow on Mo Zhichen's chest gushed blood, but he kept smiling, as if there was no pain or suffering.

Mo Zhichen covered the wound on his chest, which was very close to the heart, and the blood flowed continuously.He laughed and said, let's bleed, let's bleed, after the blood is gone, this heart will be full, and only Ah Jiu will be left inside.

Those who were close heard his whispers like whispers, but couldn't understand them.

Once the crossbow was ready again, the masked Tang Men half knelt on the ground, and the crossbow aimed at Mo Zhichen again.

Pursue life without returning to the poor nine springs.

Mo Zhichen's vision was blurred, he could see the black crossbow, but he didn't move, just a little dazed.

Someone ordered, shoot.

Mo Zhichen heard the sound of Zhengming, and wanted to try to hide for the last time, but he staggered and fell over uncontrollably.

A large expanse of pale sky flashed across the eyes, and the sight was extremely chaotic. It rolled down from the other side of the hillside, covered with withered weeds and mud washed by the heavy rain, and rolled to the bottom.

The pain all over his body didn't make him let go of the sword in his hand, he held it tightly, and even wanted to turn over and stand up after his body stopped.But he only stretched his body, and fell powerlessly into the muddy water, and the rain hit his eyes.

Someone chased him down the hillside, stopped a foot away from him, looked down at his life and death, and kicked him twice carefully.

Mo Zhichen had no strength left to resist, all his strength could only be used to breathe slowly.

Seeing that he was still alive, the man didn't respond, so he stooped boldly and took away his sword, held it in his hand and looked at it repeatedly, and said, "You said that you are a dignified disciple who hides the sword, why do you insist on doing evil for evil? Now You can't blame others for your fate.

The light sword was raised slowly, Mo Zhichen saw only a flash of light from the sword, and it immediately sank into his body, it was still not the heart, and did not kill him with one blow.

Mo Zhichen let out a muffled snort, gushing out blood, his chin, neck, chest, and chest were completely covered with blood, once the rain washed it, all the wounds on his body would be dyed again, until the entire ground he was on was filled with red.

The man finally saw enough and confirmed that Mo Zhichen couldn't survive, so he said to him, in the next life, let's find a good family.

Hao Qi finally stopped and left, and dragged him to throw a few hidden weapons before leaving. The hidden weapons went in like a pile of cotton, which failed to arouse the slightest reaction from him. His dead brother vented his hatred.

Mo Zhichen breathed intermittently with his mouth open, his head was in chaos, he couldn't remember anything, and he would call Ah Jiu tremblingly from his few memories for a long time.