Self-cultivation of loyal dogs

Luo Qiuyi didn't want to die, he saw Mo Nanchen vomited blood, and thought he had suffered an internal injury in the Central Plains, which made Luo Qiuyi think of a plan.

The moment Mo Nanchen slapped him, he suddenly took out the small porcelain bottle in his arms and threw it out.

The Qi and blood in Mo Nanchen's body surged, he resisted the pain in his body, and seeing Luo Qiuyi throwing something, he had no time to think about knocking it into the air.

Mo Nanchen specializes in palm techniques, and now he is determined to kill Luo Qiuyi.Ordinary porcelain bottles couldn't withstand his casual swipe at all, and there was a crisp sound, and the porcelain bottle shattered in response, and the purple powder enveloped them in an instant.

Luo Qiuyi swallowed the antidote quickly, the poisonous powder was so powerful that anyone who didn't have the antidote would be poisoned and died within a few breaths.

The poisonous fog covered his sight, Luo Qiuyi looked around vigilantly and counted the time in his heart.

Just when he thought Mo Nanchen had been killed by the poisonous gas, a sharp palm suddenly came from behind him.

Luo Qiuyi looked back suddenly, but saw Mo Nanchen's face was pale, and his eyes were looking at him coldly.

Luo Qiuyi still wanted to escape, but that white hand was already attached to his head.The slender fingers inserted into his forehead instantly, Luo Qiuyi only felt a sharp pain on his forehead.

With a scream, he clenched the dagger in his hand and stabbed Mo Nanchen's arm with all his strength.

Mo Nanchen's fingers continued to exert force, and the fingertips pierced deeply into Luo Qiuyi's head.Like a few nails, nailed firmly to his head.

Luo Qiuyi's face was covered with blood, and the pain stimulated his nerves.He cursed and shouted in horror and despair, and those shrill cries for help went straight into Mo Nanchen's heart.The internal force that was already running around in his body became more serious. Mo Nanchen even felt that the moment he killed Luo Qiuyi, he would explode and die.

At this moment, a strong wind brushed his cheek, and Mo Nanchen turned his head suddenly, only to see a sword with a cold light cut off his hair and pierced Luo Qiuyi's throat.

Luo Qiuyi's head was controlled by Mo Nanchen, and there was no way to avoid it. The point of the sword pierced Luo Qiuyi's fragile neck instantly.

Luo Qiuyi stared blankly at the person who appeared behind Mo Nanchen.His consciousness gradually blurred, and the darkness rushed towards him like a tide.

The sword inserted into his neck and the dagger in his hand fell to the ground with a few soft noises. Luo Qiuyi saw Mo Nanchen turn around anxiously, hugging the limp man tightly.

Luo Qiuyi felt that his life was passing by, he was lying on the ground, and suddenly thought of his sweetheart.

He hooked the corners of his mouth, thinking that luckily that person didn't know what ridiculous things he had done for revenge, even if he died, there would be someone who would miss him for the rest of his life.

The fat rudder master looked at the room shrouded in poisonous fog, wanting to enter but not daring to enter.He waited and waited, but no one came out.Thinking that the leader and Guardian Zuo were inside, he gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, called a few people to swallow the antidote pills, covered their mouths and noses and started to rush in.

"The rudder master! You can't enter!" A minion staggered out with his companions on his shoulders. He knelt down on the ground and cried, "The detoxification pill is useless. Several brothers passed out after entering. Rudder master, can't you enter?" go!"

The fat rudder was sweating anxiously, but this happened just to get a ledger.He originally wanted to discuss countermeasures with Zuo Hufa who came later, but Zuo Hufa, who didn't talk too much, directly went in with Jian Mang.

"What can't get in, how can the Dharma protector get in! It's because you guys are not good at kung fu, and everyone with good internal strength will stand up for me!" The fat rudder master took the detoxification pill, stuffed his waist card to his confidant, and ordered a few people , ran in first.

The moment Song Yanqing killed Luo Qiuyi, he only felt a splitting headache. This feeling didn't last long, and the system quickly helped him solve the problem.

But Mo Nanchen, who wanted to help him out before, couldn't hold on anymore. He touched his nose and felt blood on his hand, and then blood dripped from his eyes and ears.Song Yanqing could still hold her breath, but Mo Nanchen's consciousness was already blurred.

Song Yanqing frantically poked the system to make it spit out something, and the system still replied in its same voice: [Mr. Song can exchange the things on his body from the store, and the system suggests using your Xiaohuandan to exchange for the antidote. ]

Song Yanqing only had one Xiao Huan Dan, which was given to him by Mo Nanchen, and he was not willing to eat it.

One small redemption can only be exchanged for one antidote, Song Yanqing was shielded from pain, and felt that she would not die for a while.

He stuffed the medicine into Mo Nanchen's mouth, Mo Nanchen's lips were bruised, and he obediently took the antidote.Leaning on Song Yanqing's body and looking at him with a smile, the corner of his mouth was still bleeding.

Mo Nanchen became sober after taking the medicine. He seemed to want to say something, but he couldn't speak because of the heavy poisonous gas.In the end, he just slowly stretched out his hand, gently stroked the corner of Song Yanqing's eyes, and wiped away the blood beads there little by little.

Under the instructions of the fat rudder master, the people outside started to ventilate and let the poisonous gas out.Those who ran in with the fat rudder master were all masters of the rudder division. They resisted and sent them outside one by one.

When they got to the well-ventilated space outside, the fat rudder master and a few team leaders were still thinking about going inside to rescue Luo Qiuyi.

Mo Nanchen raised his hand and said softly, "Don't save me, he is the one who put the poison."

Fat Duozhu's face changed, but he was an old man of Xuanming Sect, no matter how much he admired Luo Qiuyi, his heart was always towards Xuanming Sect and his leader.

Several team leaders at the side had different expressions. A young team leader who couldn't hold his breath faltered about what to say, but was pulled back by the people beside him.

Song Yanqing saw all this in his eyes, he stood up slowly, drew out the long sword from the waist of the fat helmsman with his backhand, and pointed the tip of the sword at the young leader.

"Guardian!" the fat helmmaster shouted.

Song Yanqing ignored him, he held on to his strength, stared at the man and said in a deep voice: "Why do you want to betray the religion?"

Although his face was frighteningly pale, the fierce murderous aura on his body still temporarily frightened those people.

Mo Nanchen took the antidote, which temporarily relieved the pain in his body.He wiped the blood on his face with his sleeve, looked up slightly at the congregation around him, and smiled with his hands behind his back, as if he wasn't the one who was half dead just now.

Seeing him get up, Song Yanqing immediately saluted him, "Welcome, Master."

Seeing this, the fat rudder master bowed down, and the congregation behind him, regardless of whether they had ambivalent intentions or not, saluted in unison now, shouting in their mouths, to welcome the lord.

For a moment, the Western Region sub-helm, which was so powerful and scattered, seemed to have restored its former glory.

Mo Nanchen hummed, with no expression on his face.It's just that there is sarcasm in the eyes of those people.

At this moment, according to Song Yanqing's order, the dancing girl who stayed at the front pass hurried over, saluted Mo Nanchen and said, "Master, the army of Kucha Kingdom has passed the first pass."

After hearing this, the fat helm master immediately figured out the reason. He had foreseen this day since he took over the Western Region sub-helm.

Even if the Xuanming Sect is the number one Demon Sect in the world, no matter how powerful it is, it will never be able to compare with a big country in the Western Regions.The monarch of the Kucha Kingdom is ambitious, and no one knows better than the fat rudder master who is in charge of money and food, how high is the profit of Xuan Mingjiao in the Western Regions.

In the past, the Kucha Kingdom had to rely on the caravans of the Xuanming Sect, but now that the trade routes opened by the old leader have matured, the position of the Xuanming Sect as an intermediate hub has become embarrassing.

It's just that things happened much sooner than the fat rudder master expected, and he leaned into Mo Nanchen's ear and whispered the key points.

After hearing this, Mo Nanchen laughed and said: "Why can't you hold your breath? It's clear that you have benefited from the Wuchang Gate, and the two parties agreed on a business route in private."

His eyes fell on Song Yanqing from time to time, and he suppressed the worries in his heart and continued: "Give me an order, everyone, withdraw from the sub-rudder."

The fat rudder master sighed silently, Xuan Mingjiao has been in control of the trade route for a long time, so he should be content.

He took the order and began to organize the retreat.

The courtyard that was a bit crowded just now was vacated quickly, leaving only Mo Nanchen and Song Yanqing who knelt in front of him and saluted.

Mo Nanchen chuckled and said, "Everyone is gone, why don't the guardians get up?"

Song Yanqing's legs were a little weak, he raised his head to meet Mo Nanchen's gentle gaze, and the real-time data in his mind kept rising.

He said to the system a little excitedly: "Look, we killed the protagonist Shou." '

The real-time data that had been broadcasting paused for a moment. The system seemed to say something, but the sound was very low.

Song Yanqing vaguely heard it seemed to say something interesting.

Seeing that Protector Zuo was in a daze, Mo Nanchen didn't move, but ordered: "Get up."

The man really struggled to stand up, Mo Nanchen raised his hand to clasp his chin, rubbed Song Yanqing's lips with his fingertips, and whispered softly: "Yanqing, after returning to the helm, it would be nice to marry me."

The author has something to say: This story is coming to an end, and the next story is about ghosts and ghosts.

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