Tread thousands of dust

Mo Fengyi was still sitting, and the noise outside finally quieted down. Pei Zhixu entered the door and said, "Leader, General Yang He and others have already left, and the elders are also preparing for the election of the next leader."

Mo Fengyi nodded, "Should it start tomorrow?"

"Yes."

"Is Ah Qian here? Why is it so quiet outside?" Mo Fengyi was weak all over, and sweat was breaking out on his forehead.

Pei Zhixu said in a deep voice: "It's Yanzhuo...he was the first to propose running for the leader, so he stopped the noise outside."

Mo Fengyi was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "This kid is really good, I know he will, and Zi Ming also believes in him."

"Yanzhuo's martial arts has not fully recovered...I'm afraid..."

Mo Fengyi waved his hand, "That's not important, my father lost all his martial arts back then, let Songli try."

"Your subordinate understands." Pei Zhixu hesitated, "If you want to resign as leader, will you still participate in the general election?"

Mo Feng smiled and shook his head, "Of course not, let them enjoy it."

Just as Pei Zhixu promised to go out, Mo Fengyi suddenly stopped him.

"What did you say?" Pei Zhixu turned around.

Mo Fengyi's voice was too low, Pei Zhixu frowned slightly.

Mo Fengyi repeated: "I may not be able to watch this general election...Old Pei, take a good look for me."

"The lord..."

Mo Fengyi interrupted him eagerly: "Since you still call me the leader, then I will give you one last thing."

Pei Zhixu felt uneasy, but could only nod his head.

"...I will not walk out of this door from today... If I do, you must kill me before I go mad."

Pei Zhixu exclaimed: "Leader!"

I saw Mo Fengyi smiling palely, trying to stand up but couldn't stand up: "I may not be able to do like Zi Ming... so if I don't recognize you, you must remember to kill me. "

Pei Zhixu hurried over to help Mo Fengyi, who was already having difficulty walking.

"I can only ask you for this matter...don't tell Xiaoke and them, Songli is going to participate in the general election."

Pei Zhixu looked at him so weak that he was about to collapse at any moment, and said seriously: "Your subordinate obeys."

Mo Fengyi's chest hurt more and more, it was a stabbing pain from the inside out, like a pair of hands growing out of his heart, trying to break through the shackles of his lungs and chest.

Mo Fengyi knelt on the ground slowly, and he could barely hold onto Pei Zhixu. Pei Zhixu had never seen Mo Fengyi with pale lips, and worried: "Why are you doing this?"

Mo Fengyi shook his head, and only ordered: "Leave me alone from now on...no one is allowed to approach this place...as long as I don't rush out, don't come in... "

"Alliance!"

Mo Fengyi pushed him away and rolled himself to the ground: "...Get out!"

Pei Zhixu had no choice but to listen to him, he only helped Mo Fengyi up again and went out to close the door.

Of course, Mo Fengyi could only roll off the chair again.

Mo Fengyi tore his clothes, gasping for breath, this feeling of expelling Gu was like the hands had grown to his throat, choking him tightly, Mo Fengyi was almost suffocating.

Until his eyes were red to the point of oozing blood, the pain of being strangled by the neck and heart was not relieved at all.

Mo Fengyi rolled from one side to the other, smashing into a pile of tables, chairs and utensils. Pei Zhixu and Hou Ke heard the rustling outside the door, but they dared not enter.

finally......

Mo Fengyi lay on the carpet and looked at the roof. He was so exhausted that he couldn't even move his fingers. The outer layer of his clothes had been torn to pieces. Mo Fengyi just looked at the roof with red eyes. His fingers Blood oozes from tearing and scratching, and the only evidence that he is still alive is the rising and falling of his chest.

This is the first attack of exorcism symptoms.

Mo Fengyi wished he could just hit the wall and forget about it, but he was a man who cherished his life and wanted to live another day no matter what.

Mo Fengyi closed his eyes and opened them again. He was waiting for the second attack. Mo Fengyi had killed countless people. He knew that he must be faster than Ling Ziming in exorcising Gu, and he would naturally go crazy faster. So after last night, Mo Fengyi began to wait for this moment.

He had long since stopped counting on sage grass. Mo Fengyi knew that this herb was somewhat useful to Ling Ziming because she hadn't killed many people. How could it be useful to an executioner like Mo Fengyi whose hands were full of blood?

So Mo Fengyi just waited.

He lay extremely uncomfortable, his whole body was in pain and broke out in cold sweat again and again, his clothes were wet and dry, his eyes were wet from the tears from the pain, and his surroundings were all blurred. .

It's been a day or two.

Mo Fengyi had already lost the strength to do anything. He had a dry and sore throat, but unfortunately he didn't have the energy to get up to drink some water, so he just lay there, fortunately he didn't feel hungry.

Suddenly, Mo Fengyi heard a commotion in a daze again, probably the general election for a new leader had started, I don't know what happened to Song Li, he would win.

So he just lay here and listened. When the poison did not attack, apart from his ragged clothes and dry mouth, Mo Fengyi was barely considered a human being, even though his consciousness had become so blurred that he could not hear or see clearly.

Mo Fengyi reluctantly let himself tilt his head, his eyes could just see Mo Xian's tablet, although he couldn't see it clearly, but it was too familiar, and Mo Fengyi could confirm it with a single location and outline.

Mo Fengyi had a sore nose, he shouldn't be here to expel Gu, his father never saw him suffer, even if he was beaten when he was young, his father could only beat him himself.

Mo Fengyi loathed himself for a while and then felt indifferent. Anyway, his father should know what he looks like.

Mo Fengyi was suddenly curious, did his father hurt as much as he did now when he abolished martial arts?

What about Zi Ming?Mo Feng imagined that he had seen Ling Ziming's Gu poison a few times, but that girl always said it didn't matter. Mo Feng knew she was in pain and she couldn't control it, but this was the first time he felt the same.

How did Ling Ziming survive these years?How could she pretend to be indifferent?

Mo Fengyi began to rejoice again, but luckily that girl didn't see her like this, otherwise she would have to talk about herself again.Mo Fengyi was annoyed by her nagging, she would definitely not go out and wait obediently like Pei Zhixu, that girl would definitely kick in the door on the first day and drag him out to eat, just like many years in the past many times.

Ah... and Xun Can.

Mo Fengyi's chest felt faintly tight, but fortunately he left too... It turned out that even Xun Can had left, so he didn't want himself anymore.

Before Mo Fengyi could feel sad, he started rolling around on the ground again. It hurt so much, it hurt so much that he was about to cry. Mo Fengyi tightened the broken cloth on his chest, desperately suppressing his breath, because Every time he took a breath, it hurt a little more. Mo Fengyi had always been afraid of pain, and he really couldn't bear this kind of torture.

Infinite hell, reincarnation and reincarnation.

Unknowingly, the pain caused me to pass out, and then I was awakened by the pain.

Mo Fengyi almost drenched the carpet under his body with sweat. He stood up in a trance, walked towards the memorial tablet in a daze, and suddenly sat down on the ground:

"I'm really in pain...why Zi Ming is leaving too...Father...Xun Can is also gone..."

Mo Fengyi suddenly found himself sitting on the ground, with tears half hanging from the corners of his eyes, his whole body froze, and cold sweat broke out.

How could he still have the strength to stand up after so many days?

There is only one possibility to recover physical strength.

Gu poison invades the body, and the power doubles.

Mo Fengyi suddenly felt a kind of utter fear. What he was afraid of was not that the poison had spread to his whole body, but that he actually liked this feeling very much.

It's such a good feeling to be full of strength...

Mo Fengyi was crying and laughing, sitting on the ground like crazy.

Finally, he wiped his face vigorously, thinking that he could not let his father see his distressed appearance, and before he knew it, Mo Fengyi had already walked in front of a wall.

Those were the swords of the leaders of all dynasties. Except for Mo Xian's, which was placed in the Zangshu Pavilion by Mo Fengyi and his not, almost every leader's sword was placed here.

The leaders of the Wenyu League are naturally different from other people in the rivers and lakes. Their status is respected and their spirits are immortal, so their swords will not be broken and buried with them after they die. This also symbolizes another kind of eternal life for the leaders of the Wenyu League.

Mo Fengyi picked up the Dragon Ghost, this sword never belonged to him, he knew it in his heart, so since he knew it was the sword of Tianhui Zongshi, Mo Fengyi put it here too.

Zongheng had long been broken, even if Ling Ziming handed him the sword, it would not belong to him after all.

Mo Fengyi pulled out the still sharp sword, and saw his own shadow from the blade.

Startled.

Is this man with a haggard complexion and bloodshot eyes?

Mo Fengyi has always known that he is good-looking, but now I am afraid that no one thinks he is good-looking. This person is no different from the madman who tore his clothes and scratched his face on the street.

Mo Fengyi was holding onto the sword, and he didn't know what was surging in his body. Mo Fengyi trembled violently a few times, and then threw the sword on the ground avoiding it like a snake.

Can not take any weapons.

Mo Fengyi warned himself like this, but it's a pity that the Shangfang swords all over the wall are simply a fatal temptation.

Mo Feng took a few steps back in panic, but the hand on his chest struggled ferociously and made him grab a sword.

Mo Fengyi hugged his head, shaking his head tremblingly.

In the end, he had a dagger in his hand. Mo Fengyi was forced to suppress himself with a dagger. He couldn't help but look towards the door.

He wanted to get out.

He knew that Pei Zhixu was guarding outside, and would raise his sword before he went out to bloodthirsty.

But he wants to go out.

Mo Fengyi staggered a few steps and walked towards the door, but suddenly, the door was opened just like that.

It was Xun Can who came.

Mo Fengyi paused, and Xun Can just opened the door and smiled at him: "Do you want to go out?"

Mo Fengyi nodded in confusion, Xun Can stepped forward to wipe away his tears and said softly, "I'm here to pick you up."

Mo Fengyi was sour again for a moment, "Why did you come... My parents don't want me anymore, and Zi Ming A Qian doesn't want me anymore... Why did you come... "

"I'll open this door for you." Xun Can's gentle voice penetrated into Mo Feng's mouth, forcing those hands out.

Mo Feng smiled intoxicatedly: "Am I ugly..."

Xun Can's warm and strong arms wrapped around his icy cold body, and Mo Feng felt a sense of relief.

"My lord." Xun Can hugged him and comforted him, "You are beautiful."

Mo Fengyi just wanted to laugh at him, isn't beauty used to describe women?But suddenly, that embrace was empty.

Mo Fengyi looked at his empty arms, only a dagger in his hand.

Mo Fengyi tilted his head in confusion, did Xun Can go out again and close the door?

Mo Feng was puzzled to open the door to see if he was there, but Xun Can opened the door again.

"You're so annoying." Mo Fengyi curled his lips, "Didn't you leave?"

"I haven't." Xun Can smiled apologetically, "Are you going out?"

"Otherwise." Mo Fengyi pouted and said dissatisfiedly, "Are you going to stop me?"

Xun Can shook his head, "How could I, but if you want to go out, you must kill me, because I won't let you out."

Xun Can's voice was very gentle and warm, but what he said felt like a knife would be stabbed in Mo Fengyi's heart.

"You... why don't you let me out?"

Xun Can caressed his face, "Because you will die if you go out, instead of watching you die, you might as well kill me first."

Mo Feng smiled wryly and said: "I will die if I stay inside... Do you want to watch me die?"

Xun Can laughed and said, "Then kill me and let me accompany you."

Mo Fengyi didn't know why he could say such a thing with a smile.

Mo Fengyi pursed his lips and said aggrievedly: "Why are you here to stop me?"

Xun Can continued to curl the corners of his lips: "Because only I can stop you."

"Then why did you leave before?" Mo Fengyi asked crying, "You clearly know that I'm just trying to be brave, why did you leave? Didn't you say to take me back to the imperial city?"

Xun Can brushed away the sweat-drenched hair on his forehead and kissed, "As long as you open your mouth, I will definitely promise you."

Mo Fengyi was satisfied in his arms, "Then I want to go out."

Xun Can still shook his head, Mo Fengyi was a little angry, and reached out to shake the dagger.

"Why don't you let me out!"

Xun Can suddenly moved away from him, but still smiled, "Unless you kill me."

Mo Feng heard his own voice in a daze.

kill him.

kill him.

Or kill yourself.

That way he'll let you out too.

Mo Fengyi suddenly smiled, he really wanted to go out, but he couldn't kill Xun Can.

Mo Fengyi looked down at the dagger, as if he was obedient, it floated slowly in front of Mo Fengyi, and finally pierced into his chest.

But this time Mo Fengyi didn't feel any pain at all.

He called to Xun Can who was far away from him: "Can I go out now?"

Xun Can walked towards him, took his hand, and said with a warm smile, "I obey, Your Royal Highness."

The hands holding Mo Fengyi were really warm, he didn't want to close his eyes at all.