Interstellar journey to another world

Mo Ci walked around quietly, pretending to attack, but actually took the opportunity to "kill" more than a dozen people. At the same time, he was also thinking hard about how to rescue Zhou Qingyu.

It is obviously an impossible task for one person to fight against eight or nine hundred people. No matter how strong her physique is, there will be a time when her strength is used up.

Besides, our goal is not to kill them all! When the snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman benefits, isn't it good?

But he came forward and disrupted all plans.

While he frowned and thought about countermeasures, Zhou Qingyu gradually showed her weakness in the face of the siege of the three leaders.

Qiao Mu and Gu Xin are both S-level physical experts, and Gu Miao is also an S-level mental powerhouse. Together, these three people are not much weaker than Zhou Qingyu.

Zhou Qingyu had just punched Qiao Mu back when Gu Xin's palm brushed against her ears, and she quickly kicked out to force him back.

The wooden stick in Gu Miao's hand had been smashed down. Zhou Qingyu couldn't dodge, and the end of the stick hit her shoulder. Immediately, a burning pain came, making her frown in pain.

Not to be outdone, the students around her saw the opportunity and stabbed her with sticks. It didn't matter how much damage they caused, just slowing down her movements by a minute.

Seeing that the injuries she received were getting worse, she couldn't help but frown, and took the opportunity to grab a student's stick and hit Qi Mu and Gu Xin hard, trying to kill each of them in the shortest possible time.

Seeing that she was in danger, Mo Ci did not hesitate, took off the hat on his head, revealing his handsome face, and hit Qi Mu with the stick in his hand without hesitation.

Qi Mu reacted quickly. When he heard the wind, he quickly dodged and the stick missed.

"Is it you?" Qi Mu saw the attacker clearly, grinned, and sneered: "Now that you're here, don't leave!"

After saying that, he immediately entangled Mo Ci and started to attack. Mo Ci pursed his lips tightly and fought with him seriously.

Although Mo Ci is physically inferior to him, his mental power is one level higher than Qiao Mu's, and with the blessing of spiritual power, the two are equally matched.

People around him also noticed Mo Ci and spontaneously made room for the two of them. Of course, there were also many people who were watching eagerly, waiting to pick up the slack.

The sky was dark, and a ray of sunset left its last trace in the sky.

Yan Luo saw the familiar back reflected in the afterglow at a glance, and his heart seemed to skip a beat, beating wildly involuntarily. Apart from that figure, there was no room for anyone else in his eyes.

The Mo Ci stick turns according to the heart, using the skills taught by the master to the extreme, and the rules are measured.

Qiao Mu was hit with several sticks without noticing, and he became even more angry. He fought hard to get hurt and grabbed the stick that Mo Ci was attacking.

Mo Ci saw that the stick was grabbed by him, and they were wrestling at the same time. Veins burst out in his hands, and the joints made a crackling sound. No one wanted to let go easily.

"Ouch!" A miserable cry sounded.

Mo Ci felt a chill in his heart as the voice sounded behind him, very close at hand.

Could someone be planning a sneak attack?

But this was the critical moment and he couldn't let go. Suddenly, an idea flashed in Mo Ci's mind and he suddenly let go.

Qiao Mu was fighting with all his strength when Mo Ci suddenly let go. Without warning, he suddenly fell back and sat on the ground. The stick in his hand also rolled far away because of his fall.

"Damn it!" He glared at Mo Ci with ferocious eyes, but found that there was someone beside Mo Ci at some point.

The two of them were back to back, turning to look at each other and smiling. Their bright smiles dazzled everyone, making them feel inexplicably stunning!

"Yan Luo!"

"Mo Ci!"

The two of them spoke together, their voices full of surprise.

The two looked at each other and approached Zhou Qingyu's position in unison.

For a moment, the three of them gathered together, blocked everyone's attacks, and fought towards the outside together.

"Mo Ci, cover your mouth and nose." Yan Luo reminded in a low voice.

Mo Ci did as he was told without hesitation. The next second, Yan Luo threw out a round brown stone. With a soft "bang" sound, the stone exploded and misty white smoke rose up and spread quickly. In the blink of an eye, , enveloping everyone.

"Cough cough, cough cough..."

One after another!

Everyone's tears and noses were flowing freely, and they were coughing wildly. There was no room for Mo Ci and the others.

Yan Luo held Mo Ci's hand and quickly rushed out of the white smoke. As the two hands clasped together, each other's warm body temperature spread throughout the body with the palms. As the temperature increased, his cheeks gradually turned pink.

Yan Luo's spiritual threads were particularly active in intertwining with each other, secretly wrapping around Mo Ci's shoulders, like a hug, like a crowd.

The two ran more than ten meters and looked back at Zhou Qingyu, who was following closely behind them.

"Let me tell you, you two are... too boring, aren't you? You just ran away without saying a word, ahem..."

Mo Ci stuck out his tongue guiltily. He was just happy, and completely forgot to remind Zhou Qingyu about it. Of course, Luo Luo is not a talkative person. He only cares about the people he cares about. As for other people, with me Nothing to do.

Mo Ci let go of the hands holding each other, took out a bottle of water from his backpack and handed it over, "I'm sorry, the time is too tight, I didn't have time to remind you, use this to rinse your mouth."

Yan Luo's eyes followed Mo Ci, and his palms unconsciously tightened slowly, as if he wanted to retain the warmth just now, but the heat would eventually dissipate, leaving no trace of warmth left!

He looked at the culprit with a look of displeasure on his face, with a trace of disgust in his cold eyes. There was another person who shared Mo Ci's concern, so annoying!

Zhou Qingyu was unconscious and drank most of the bottle of water before she stopped coughing. She raised her eyes and looked at the silent figure beside her: "Mo Ci, who is he?"

"My friend Yanluo, are you feeling better?"

"It's okay, it's a small problem. Let's go back quickly! Lin Xi is probably impatient."

Mo Ci agreed and pulled Yan Luo to follow Zhou Qingyu towards the original path.

Yan Luo looked at Mo Ci's right hand holding his arm, and felt inexplicably better.

Along the way, Mo Ci told Yan Luo everything that happened after the two separated, and also learned that Yan Luo and Yan Fei had reunited, and there was a team of more than 600 people.

Lin Xi paced back and forth uneasily around the camp, looking up into the distance from time to time. When he saw three figures appearing, he immediately hid in the grass and became alert.

"Huh? Where is the little weakling? Why is it missing?" Zhou Qingyu looked at the grass nest where he was lying strangely. At this time, the nest was empty.

She used the dim starlight to look around, but the sky was dim and it was pitch black everywhere, so she couldn't see anything.

"Little weakling? Little weakling?"

"Lin Xi, are you there?"

"You won't be in danger and will be eliminated, right?" Zhou Qingyu guessed.

"Maybe not?" Mo Ci was also a little unsure.

"I'm here." Lin Xi's weak voice came, with a sense of weakness from recovery.

"You, if you are not feeling well, just take a good rest. Why are you traveling so far? What if..."

"I'm...worried about you two!"

Zhou Qingyu's words of complaint disappeared instantly from her lips.

Hum! You still have a conscience!