Our leader has a special technique for chasing his wife

"……child?"

Zuo Hufa was bewildered, but he quickly reacted and looked at Mo Jiao as if asking for help, but his leader was beating Qin Yu and had no time to talk to him.

Zuo Hufa coughed uncomfortably, rolled his eyeballs, and suddenly said: "The child is behind you, you should let me go!"

Hearing this, Zhong Yixiao looked back distractedly, except for the leader of the Demon Cult and Qin Yu, only Xie Lingyu hid silently behind a tree and poked his head out to watch the show, where are there any children?But when he realized that the left protector was lying to him, the left protector had already pressed his elbow hard against his abdomen.

Sudden severe pain crushed the top, Zhong Yixiao lost strength in his hands, hunched over and was struggled away by the left guardian, and slapped his chest on the way, caught off guard by the internal force, Zhong Yixiao's face instantly turned pale, The corners of his mouth were bloodshot, and he was so painful that he couldn't even speak for a moment.

Zuo Hufa blushed from the suffocation, and he was able to breathe smoothly. He pulled out the long whip around his waist, grabbed it in his hand, and sneered while panting.

"Good boy, you dare to plot against this guardian. If I don't deal with you today, I will write my name upside down!"

Zhong Yixiao recovered his breath and frowned subconsciously to draw out the soft sword, but suddenly there was a pain in the back of his neck, before he could see clearly what was plotting against him, he had already collapsed limply, even Zuo Hufa was quite shocked.

Then the person behind him was revealed, it was Mo Jiao in black clothes and a mask.

Guardian Zuo froze for a moment, then put away the whip with a dry smile.

"Master, are you done?"

Mo Jiao said indifferently: "Does a little Qin Yu need to waste a lot of energy?"

Of course Qin Yu is not weak, Zuo Hufa has no ability to win steadily under his hands, Zuo Hufa suffers a lot, dare not talk nonsense, looks around Qin Yu, but finds no one.

"Hey, what about Qin Yu and others?"

Mo Jiao's eyes fell on the fainted Zhong Yixiao, his expression was quite complicated, and he replied impatiently, "Run away, you are the leader and I am the leader? I need to report to you? Guardian Zuo, you even Zhongyi You can't clean up even Xiao, I don't think you should be a Dharma protector anymore, the toilet cleaners in the sect are better than you!"

In fact, when he saw Zuo Hufa and Zhong Yixiao fighting, he had already slapped Qin Yu away, and Xie Lingyu, who had been standing aside for a long time, ignored Qin Yu's scolding and hurriedly dragged him away.

Mo Jiao had time to chase after him, but when he turned his head, he saw Guardian Zuo pulling out his whip...

After thinking about it, Mo Jiao turned his gaze away and looked at the Zuo Guardian who had been scolded so badly. The inexplicable anger in his heart gradually faded away. After thinking about it, he found him an errand.

"You go after Qin Yu."

Before Zuo Hufa could speak, Mo Jiao added: "This leader still has something to do."

Zuo Hufa had an epiphany, looked at Mo Jiao, then looked at Zhong Yixiao, thought he had understood something, and clasped his hands together to show his loyalty, "This subordinate understands! The leader's magical skills are the best in the world, and it will be a matter of time before he wins the Martial Arts League." , my subordinates are willing to go through fire and water for the leader and my holy religion, and I will not hesitate!"

Mo Jiao was stunned by his posture, twitched the corner of his mouth and swung him back.

"As long as you have the heart, go."

"Yes!"

Zuo Hufa deserved that he was a man of great pride. He seemed to have seen the scene where Shengjiao took down the Wulin League. He was very excited in his heart and left the back mountain with a look of excitement.

After the person left, Mo Jiao looked down at the person on the ground. He didn't know what he was thinking, bent down to pick up the person, and took him back to the inn. He looked a little disdainful and indifferent, but the movement of hugging the person But it is extremely gentle.

The black figure gradually disappeared in the back mountain. Xie Lingyu, who had been hiding in the grass for a long time, let go of Qin Yu's mouth. The whole back was covered with sweat. She was so frightened that she patted her chest and let out a light breath.

"Fortunately, they didn't find us... Boss, let's get out of here quickly. It doesn't matter if the holy relic is gone, but we can't lose our lives here."

There was blood on the corner of Qin Yu's mouth, and his complexion was even paler. He stared fixedly at Xie Lingyu with his eyes. He knew that Mo Jiao intentionally let him go because of that Zhong Yixiao just now. It is very important in his eyes.

But when Xie Lingyu saw Qin Yu's motionless appearance, he felt even more horrified, "Boss, what's wrong with you? Let's go quickly, or the left protector will be back soon."

Qin Yu half-closed his eyes, still locked on Xie Lingyu tightly, and his voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, with a bit of gnashing of teeth, "Bastard, then you got up from me!"

Xie Lingyu was dazed for a moment, looking down, and belatedly realized that he was just pressing Qin Yu under him. He couldn't get up, and Qin Yu couldn't move either. Xie Lingyu blinked his eyes in a panic, and then squeezed out a dry laugh.

"I'm sorry...uuuh!"

When the voice fell, the whole person had been kicked away. Xie Lingyu got up on the ground and touched the wet corner of his mouth. It was because he knocked his teeth and his mouth was full of blood. voice comes.

After a while, he finally recovered from the pain, and he hurriedly climbed back to help Qin Yu up again, still with a playful smile on his face.

"Boss, boss! This is too dangerous, let's retreat first..."

Qin Yu was unwilling, but firstly he couldn't beat Mo Jiao, and secondly, he was already a street mouse in the rivers and lakes, everyone shouted and beat him, so he could only let Xie Lingyu help him away, but the sinisterness in his lowered eyes continued to grow. reduce.

He felt as if he had touched Mo Jiao's weakness.

……

Mo Jiao brought him back to the inn. He wasn't worried that Qin Yu would come again. He had to clean him up today. It would take him some time to heal his injuries. He probably won't come out again for a while.

In other words, he got all the holy things anyway, Mo Jiao was not that stubborn to kill or not.

He also couldn't explain why he wanted to save Zhong Yixiao, carried him from the back mountain to the bed in the inn room, and subconsciously used his internal force to unblock his meridians and heal his wounds, Mo Jiao was also taken aback for a moment, but he did everything, he By the way, healed the opponent before stopping.

Then he sat on the side of the bed and looked at the person who had passed out, his pale face was extremely ugly, even if he had a good background, Mo Jiao didn't think there was anything good about him now, it was just that there were some things he couldn't figure out.

"Little bastard, I will settle accounts with you next time we meet."

Mo Jiao made a muffled sound. When Zuo Hufa told him that Zhong Yixiao was arrested by Qin Yu because he was looking for him, he was also very shocked. For a moment, he wanted to know more about Zhong Yi, or to get closer to Zhong Yi. Xiao this person.

But if he knew that he would not live long, maybe Mo Jiao, the demon leader who has no medicine, would not think of other aspects. He just wanted to take the Shenmu back to the Demon Cult, and find the medicine to cure the disease as soon as possible. He has seen people like Zhong Yixiao Too much, and there is really no time to spend on him.

Mo Jiao sat for a while and wrote a letter in front of the bed. The person who left the letter was his uncle. Because it was inconvenient to show up, he took the child away in the middle of the night. I hope Zhong Yixiao will not blame him. He is safe now.

It was not the first time that Mo Jiao lied to someone, and he was a little regretful that he couldn't continue to settle the score with Zhong Yixiao. He just pressed the letter under the teacup on the table and was about to leave when suddenly his whole body trembled, and his limbs began to lose strength again. Without any strength left, he half-kneeled while holding onto the table.

Once the so-called painful flood breaks its embankment, it will be irreparable. Before it collapsed, Mo Jiao looked back at Zhong Yixiao who was sleeping peacefully on the couch...

Zuo Hufa searched for a day and a night, and found the inn room in the early morning, and knocked lightly on the door of Zhong Yixiao's room, but he was sure that his leader was inside, so he opened the door secretly and went in while there were few people. Once inside, he should regret it again.

A child with a displeased face was dressed in plain white, with a blue peacock tail feather embroidered on the hem, which was extremely gorgeous. The child was sitting on the ground folding clothes, with a delicately carved gold mask beside him.

Guardian Zuo moved back with difficulty, only to feel that the scene in front of him was very familiar, with an embarrassing smile on his lips, trying to get away with it.

"Sorry, I entered the wrong room..."

"return."

The child's slow and indifferent tone made Zuo Hufa back away in fright, and knelt down as soon as his knees gave way.

Mo Jiao looked at him gloomyly, threw the golden mask over, and said with a suffocated breath, "I won't beat you today, you spread a message in Islam to let the elders keep the holy religion, and what I ordered the right protector to do must also be done." Step up."

"Master," Zuo Hufa was startled, "What about you?"

Mo Jiao also seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then said with a cold face: "Guardian Zuo, you have surpassed."

Guardian Zuo hurriedly said: "Your subordinates dare not, leader, are you really not going back with your subordinates?"

"I still have something to do. I won't be going back during this time. You asked Guardian Right to prepare the sacrifice in mid-July. How you dealt with it in previous years will be how you will deal with it this year. Do you understand?"

Guardian Zuo thought so too. Every July, the Demon Church holds a sacrifice, but it is not a sacrifice to the ancestors, but the holy tree of Kunlun. The Japanese religious people will gather back to offer sacrifices to the sacred tree.

This is the rule of their Seven Profound Sect for hundreds of years, and it will not be changed by anyone.

But in fact, the Kunlun sacred tree that is taught every year when worshiping ancestors is fake, and even the leader is fake.

The Shenmu had been stolen by Qin Yu long ago, and the leader would not stay in the church from mid-July to mid-August every year because of a strange illness, but went out to recuperate with the ghost doctor Elder Mo.

The Demon Cult seems to be peaceful, but in fact there are many people who want to usurp the throne, and there are also many people with ambitions. In such a chaotic day, there will definitely be many disputes. Therefore, the Right Guardian will disguise himself as Mo Jiao every year to preside over the sacrifices , While suppressing those signs of restlessness, while muddling through.

The left protector's kung fu qualifications are not as good as the right protector's, and he didn't know the depth of the other party when he joined the class late, but every year the right protector can treat those people submissively, and he has to admire him.

Now at the end of May, the priests in the sect are also starting to prepare, Mo Jiao doesn't plan to go back, so as not to let others see the clues, Guardian Zuo understood what he meant, and took Mo Jiao's secret letter to prepare to leave.

Sometimes he also finds it strange that the leader clearly knows that he wants to usurp himself as the leader, so why does he still trust him so much?

Mo Jiao asked him to take away his previous clothes so that Zhong Yixiao would not notice anything, and said with a sneer: "If you were not recommended by the right protector, I would have killed a subordinate like you a long time ago." .”

Zuo Hufa was stunned for a moment, and immediately covered his mouth, showing a ghost-like expression, he thought about it, why did he just say it?

Fortunately, Mo Jiao was not in the mood to argue with him, nor was he in the mood to beat him up. After Zuo Hufa left, Mo Jiao returned to the bed again, staring at Zhong Yixiao's face that was still attractive.

He can't go back to the Devil's Cult for a while, otherwise when July comes, the congregants who are going to sacrifice will return to the Cult one after another. There will be many people, and outsiders must not discover his strange disease. There will always be some people staring at him. He, secretly ready to move.

There is still more than a month until July, and the congregants from far away have begun to return to Islam one after another, and the ghost doctor Mo Elder who treated him has been missing for a long time. Mo Jiao doesn't know what to think, but he wants to borrow Zhong Yixiao first. Hide away.

It has already become smaller twice in a year, and Mo Jiao obviously feels something is wrong.

I don't know what I thought of, lying on the bed and watching Zhong Yixiao's face became ugly, I stretched out my hand to poke the soft flesh on Zhong Yixiao's face as if to vent my anger, and muttered in a low voice: "Little bastard, it's really true. Forget about me, see if I don't kill you..."