accomplice

Then, naturally, it will be ugly.

The old man didn't listen to any explanation, and took Lu Yunting away angrily.

However, this is what Li Xi wanted.

He went to kneel in front of Mrs. Li's room.

Zuo Ji was placed in a room, and he was very worried when he waited and waited until he came back.

Thinking back to before, Zuo Ji actually found it strange.

The old man Lu asked about his father, it seems that he may have met him before.

Li Xi asked him to make trouble at this time, is it a coincidence?Or is it because of this?

Unable to figure it out, he put the matter behind him.

Anyway, those old friends are all old friends of his predecessor, not his.

He hesitated whether he should go and see Li Xi.

But he didn't dare to add obstacles casually.

The old lady is in a fit of rage.

What if you see him throwing his bow left and right and give him two "pa, pa"?

He only dared to wait in the room until Li Xi came to find him.

I thought this would be a quick solution, but I didn't expect that it would take one night to wait.

From the time when the moon was bright and the stars were thinning until the first dawn of the next day, he sat in front of the stage with his hands on his cheeks and yawned again and again, his head was a mess of waiting.

The upper and lower eyelids are almost inseparable.

With a "boom", his chin hit the counter heavily.

He got up in pain, and found that there was still no one else in the room, and immediately closed his eyes again.

Why haven't you come back...

When can I go back to Qinnanxuan to sleep...

Forget it, go to sleep, just sleep like this...

Unable to bear it any longer, his consciousness gradually sank into dreamland, and the scene of Li Xi being slapped suddenly appeared in his mind. He sat upright in shock, looked around in panic, and lost half of his sleepiness.

"...can't sleep! can't sleep!"

It seemed that he was too dishonest.

He wiped his face, patted his cheeks, and cheered himself up: "Persistence, persistence is victory!"

The words say so.

but……

So wait, how long will we have to wait?

Doesn't the old lady feel distressed by such a kneeling method?

He kept asking himself in his heart, and as he asked, he pressed his head against the table and fell asleep.

After this sleep, the sky was dark and the sky was dark, and when he woke up again, the sun was already shining outside.

It's noon? !

He touched his face, then looked around, it seemed that Li Xi had never been here.

"No way……"

Kneel until now?

He sat up straight, stretched his waist and yawned big, thinking that he really should go see how Li Xi was doing now, but when he didn't want to, someone came to him first.

"Let me go back first?" He wondered, "What about Li Xi?"

"The third master is still kneeling in front of the old lady's room. He ordered the little one to prepare the carriage and send you back first."

This arrangement is quite understandable for Zuo Ji.

It's useless for him to stay here, it's not helpful, and it's annoying.

If you don't leave, maybe the old lady will ask someone to do something to him when she thinks of him.

"OK then."

He followed the other party all the way out of the house, and got into the carriage under the other party's arrangement.

The coachman whipped the horse's buttocks, and the horse walked slowly and left Li's mansion.

Sitting in the car, he always smelled a very sweet smell in the car along the way.

He didn't notice it at first, but after smelling it for a long time, it became uncomfortable and gradually attracted his attention.

What is this smell?

He wanted to find out what it was coming from, when the carriage suddenly bumped, he was startled, he felt that the carriage was moving faster and faster, he lifted the curtains to look, only to find that the road was wrong.

He got up anxiously to ask, but he found that his whole leg was so weak that he couldn't lift his energy at all.

He was shocked.

Realizing that he was caught in a trap, he struggled, tried his best to climb to the front, rushed out and fell into the carriage, the coachman reined in urgently, Zuo Ji rolled and fell to the ground, he couldn't help being surprised when he saw clearly where he was.

They are no longer in town.

But to a woods.

The trees here are lush and lush, the trunks are twisted, and the sky is blocked out above the head. It looks like a good place to kill people and abandon corpses.

coachman? !

Panicked and vigilant, he hurriedly searched for the figure of the coachman, only to find that the guy had already fled in a hurry.

Just as he was puzzled, he staggered to his feet, and suddenly heard the leaves brushing behind him, turned his head warily, and a cold arrow shot straight at him.

Backing away in panic, the soles of his feet slipped, he fell backwards, and the arrow sank into the wheel of the car less than an inch away from his face.

His heart was hanging high, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

Before he could recover from the shock, four arrows appeared. Seeing that his life was about to be confessed here, a silver light suddenly appeared, and the arrows fell to the ground one after another. Mo Jia appeared from nowhere and blocked him with his sword , nervously asked: "Are you okay?"

"No...it's fine."

Zuo Ji touched himself and found that he was not injured, so he hurriedly climbed on the wheel of the car and struggled to get up.

The medicinal power of the incense was working in his body, and his strong legs were so weak.

Four masked men descended from the sky, dropped the crossbows in their hands one after another, and drew out long swords from their waists to surround them.

Zuo Ji couldn't figure out where to provoke these people, the only explanation was Mrs. Li.

"...She wants to kill me?"

Not so much, right?

Just for such a silly thing?

But he was invited out from the Li residence.

It was Li's carriage again.

Is the black hand behind this scene still running away?

Surprised and angry, Zuo Ji punched the wheel of the car.

Seeing that he was barely standing, Mo Jia frowned and said, "Persist a little longer."

He also wants to persevere, but is persistence useful?

He gritted his teeth and pinched his inner thigh hard.

The pain made him regain a little consciousness. He stared at the masked men in front of him bitterly, and happened to catch one of the masked men winking and giving an order.

The other masked people nodded, and he retreated in surprise.

Sure enough, those people acted together, three attacked Mo Jia, and the other directly attacked him.

The plan of these people is to hold Mo Jia back and deal with him directly.

Panicked, he dodged the sword, turned around and climbed over the wheel, gritted his teeth, and ran away.

Even running and crawling, only a few meters, the masked man jumped in front of him two or three times and blocked his way.

Seeing that the other party was so powerful, he was terrified.

He bluffed and said loudly: "Don't come here, I am also very good!"

Ignoring his weak warning, the masked man approached him step by step with a long sword swing.

He sweated for himself.

He staggered back, unable to wait for Mo Jia, when his heel hit the stick on the ground, he suddenly had an idea.

"oops."

When he flopped, the masked man was taken aback, and immediately seized the opportunity to slash at him with his sword.

After turning around beautifully, he hit the back of the opponent's head with a stick and hit him hard.

The other party fell down with a muffled grunt.

Unexpectedly, one of them was done in this way. He was very pleasantly surprised, a little unbelievable, and complacent, when someone tapped him on the shoulder, he was startled, and immediately swung the stick, and the person who patted him blocked his stick with a sword. , annoyed: "It's me."

Seeing that it was Mo Jia, he relaxed.

Looking around, they all fell down. After the catastrophe, he breathed a sigh of relief and smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"It's nothing, it's necessary to stay vigilant. You are really lucky today. I saw a carriage on the street..." Mo Jia said, his face changed suddenly, and his hand suddenly grabbed him, causing him to stagger. He turned around abruptly, shocked.

The masked man who pretended to be knocked out by him just now swung his sword and attacked him. Mo Jia exerted strength with both fingers and flicked on the edge of the sword, and the tip of the sword was deflected away. Spitting blood, he knelt down and fell down.

Bright red blood dripped from the tip of Mo Jia's sword, staining the dead leaves on the ground red.

Seeing someone being killed with his own eyes, Zuo Ji, who was frightened, staggered back and lost his mind in panic. Seeing the blood, he was stunned.

Seeing him like this, Mo Jia put away the sword and comforted him, "Don't be afraid."

"...not afraid."

There are ghosts if you are not afraid.

He just thought that those few were knocked out by Mo Jia.

Now it seems that they are all dead.

Finding so many people to kill him for such a small matter...

He was shocked for a long time and couldn't calm down. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and he raised his eyes: "Take me...back to Li's residence."

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