Wear the villain and act coquettish again

Chapter 157 My idol is the leader of the Demon Cult 31
Meng Xian clenched his fists tightly, praying in his heart that Fang Qimo would win.

After about half an hour, the scene in front of me finally stopped.

Fang Qimo's knife has already fallen off the edge.

He dug the point of the knife into the dirt and knelt down on one knee, gasping for breath.

Beads of sweat slid down his forehead, and the black clothes on his body were already full of killing blood.

It's just because of the color that I can't see clearly.

Looking around, there were corpses all over the ground, and there were also people who were seriously injured and could no longer move.

Fang Qimo's men also suffered heavy losses, but fortunately they won with difficulty.

Meng Xian quickly got off the horse and trotted to Fang Qimo's side.

As soon as he reached out and touched Fang Qimo's sleeve, he felt sticky.

He raised his hand to see that there was blood in the palm of his hand.

"Are you alright, Fang Qimo?" Meng Xian's tone suddenly became tense.

Fang Qimo raised his head, his handsome and indifferent face became a little more angry, and he smiled lightly: "It's okay, it's not my blood."

Only then did Meng Xian feel relieved, "Then let's leave quickly, this place is still very unsafe."

Meng Xian glanced at the others, their expressions were also very tired.

Some people were wounded, and they were bandaging the wounds with random cloth strips.

Fang Qimo also knew that it was not suitable to stay here for a long time, so he nodded, and was helped up by Meng Xian, and walked towards the horse.

At this moment, a sharp sound pierced the air.

Fang Qimo's ears moved, his eyes sharpened suddenly, and he threw Meng Xian aside——

After a shrill horse neighed, the horse that had accompanied Fang Qimo for many years was shot by an arrow and fell to the ground.

Meng Xian looked up and found a group of people holding bows and arrows and sitting on horseback around him.

Look at their clothes, they are—

Guards!
A man riding a tall horse came out, his face full of arrogance and disdain.

"Fang Qimo, I advise you to surrender as soon as possible, so that you will not suffer from the pain of thousands of arrows piercing your heart!"

Fang Qimo sneered when he saw that person.

He said to Meng Xian, "It's him who makes me think there is still hope."

Meng Xian understood, the guard who spoke was the one Fang Qimo met in the capital.

That is to say, he wanted to cooperate with Fang Qimo to kill the elder Mo Chang, but he was the one who dug a hole for Fang Qimo to jump.

Fang Qimo stood up and shielded Meng Xian behind him, his indifferent face was still unparalleled.

"Since you wanted to put me to death, why bother to talk?"

The other party is high above, "You are so stubborn, so I can only send you on the road. The archers are ready, let the arrows go!"

All of a sudden, arrows rained down, and everyone swung their knives to cut the arrows.

Fang Qimo stood in front of Meng Xian, blocking the arrows with the unbladed knife.

However, there were too many arrows, accidentally, an arrow shot into his arm.

Fang Qimo just let out a muffled snort, and continued to block the arrows like a normal person.

Meng Xian watched Fang Qimo get shot with an arrow in front of her.

The moment the arrow pierced his arm, something seemed to shatter in Meng Xian's heart.

The pupils of her eyes narrowed slightly, and a dense, almost black spot appeared inexplicably in her eyes.

This point gradually diffused, clouding the eyes, and permeated into a mysterious and noble purple.

The demon cultists who came out with Fang Qimo felt that they were about to lose their hold.

They may soon be buried in this rain of arrows.

(End of this chapter)