Mr. Fu ran away again today

When Yang Lang heard the news and rushed to the courtyard, Mo Chen had already knocked down a dozen government soldiers and came to the inner courtyard.

His sword was still unsheathed.

Seeing Yang Lang coming out, Mo Chen stopped in his tracks.

He thought that when he saw Yang Lang, he would draw his sword in anger and cut off the grandson, but when he really saw Yang Lang, Mo Chen found himself so calm that he was confused.

Yang Lang was not surprised to see Mo Chen, he raised his voice and said: "Close the gate of the palace, no one can enter."

Holding the sword, Mo Chen walked towards Yang Lang step by step, surrounded by a circle of government soldiers. At this moment, the swords in the hands of the government soldiers were all aimed at him, but no one stepped forward without Yang Lang's order.

Yang Lang said: "You all stand back, no matter what happens for a while, you are not allowed to intervene."

The government soldiers dispersed back and retreated to the gate of the courtyard. A man wearing a dark blue wide-sleeved robe walked in quickly, and stopped as soon as he entered the courtyard.

Fu Chuxi frowned slightly, tilted his head and confessed to the leading soldier, telling him to close the door, and nothing about today's affairs should be disclosed.

Yang Lang passed Mo Chen and looked at Fu Chuxi. Fu Chuxi just stood among the soldiers and didn't make a sound.

Mo Chen looked at Yang Lang: "You killed Ah Lang?"

His voice was cold, and it sounded like the indifference after he had just finished adjusting his breath.

Yang Lang said, "It's me."

The sword in Mo Chen's hand just came out of its sheath, pointed the tip of the sword at Yang Lang, and said, "Draw the sword."

Yang Lang has also been in the rivers and lakes and knows the rules of the rivers and lakes. At this time, the opponent gives him a chance to fight, which is already a decent way to die.

Yang Lang slowly pulled out the sword in his hand and walked towards Mo Chen.

Yang Lang flew to stab Mo Chen. Although Mo Chen had not slept for four days, his reaction did not become dull. In the blink of an eye, the two of them passed dozens of moves. Mo Chen pressed on step by step, and Yang Lang They greeted each other in embarrassment, and Mo Chen spit out a mouthful of blood after being shocked by Mo Chen.

Looking at Yang Lang's bloodshot mouth, Mo Chen suddenly thought of A Lang. Was A Lang on the mass grave also bleeding like this?

The anger that seemed to be sealed away seemed to have a hole, pain, anger, sadness... all kinds of emotions rushed out at the same time.Mo Chen thought of the scene where A Lang was drinking with him, the scene where they competed by the lake and A Lang replaced his body with his hair, and the last boy smiled and said to him: "A Mo, I believe in you."

Such a brother died because of trusting him... Mo Chen's eyes were full of murderous intent, he no longer held back, he raised his sword and stabbed Yang Lang, Yang Lang raised his sword to block his attack, but he couldn't keep his feet, and was caught by him Roll out a foot away.

Mo Chen kicked Yang Lang with his body, and Yang Lang was kicked until his back hit the pillar under the porch, he fell on the ground and vomited several mouthfuls of blood.

"When you killed him, did you think that today would happen?" Mo Chen asked sharply, holding the sword in his hand, he approached Yang Lang.

"I know... I will die in your hands, but if you give me another chance..." Yang Lang supported the pillar and stood up. He no longer had a sword in his hand. He leaned on the pillar and gasped for breath, "I I'll kill him anyway, and I won't regret it."

As soon as he finished speaking, a sword pierced his chest, the sharp blade pierced his heart, but a miserable smile appeared on Yang Lang's face.

"From now on, my subordinates... can't serve the left and right... Your Highness... take care..."

After saying this, Yang Lang's head drooped.

Mo Chen also heard this sentence, his body froze, he naturally understood who this sentence was addressed to, without turning his head, he could imagine who was standing behind him at this moment.

Mo Chen pulled out the sword from Yang Lang's corpse. He heard footsteps approaching. It was Fu Chuxi's footsteps. He had been familiar with everything about him for more than three years.

Fu Chuxi stopped behind Mo Chen, and whispered: "Mo Chen..."

Mo Chen turned his head, he held a blood-dripping sword in his hand, his white robe was already stained by Yang Lang's blood, he had not closed his eyes for four days and four nights, his eyes were blood red at this moment, he looked like a A ghost crawling out of hell.

The soldiers in the courtyard had already been driven out by Fu Chuxi. At this moment, there was only one corpse and two living people left in the courtyard.

Mo Chen stared at Fu Chu hoping for a moment, and seemed to have returned to the indifference when he stepped into the palace: "How long have you been here?"

Seeing that he was so haggard, Fu Chuxi could guess that he must have rushed here without sleep.He tightened his fingers in his sleeves and said, "I have been here since you drew your sword."

"You didn't make a sound to stop...you know I'm coming?"

"I know."

"So..." Mo Chen's chest heaved a few times, he moved his lips, and after a long while, he made a hoarse voice, "You already knew about him killing Ah Lang?"

"I know."

"So... At that time, you were kind to me because you felt guilty?"

"Yes."

Mo Chen looked at Fu Chuxi, his eyes seemed to be bleeding, and the sword in his hand was slowly raised, and it touched Fu Chuxi's chest.

"Why did you do this?" Mo Chen's chapped lips were bleeding from his bite, he looked at Fu Chuxi with despair in his eyes, and he asked hoarsely, "You promised me...I trust you so much...you Why kill him?"

His desperate eyes, his hoarse voice, and every question he asked made Fu Chuxi feel as if a blunt knife was cutting his heart. For a moment, he thought that Mo Chen had already stabbed the sword in.

He opened his mouth to explain, wanted to tell him that this matter was not ordered by him, but by Yang Lang's own initiative, but seeing Mo Chen's pain and despair, he couldn't say anything.

Fu Chuxi was silent for a long time, and said: "I never thought of killing him, but Molang wouldn't have died if it wasn't for me. If you want to kill me to avenge him, then do it."

Mo Chen's hand holding the hilt of the sword trembled slightly, but he never pushed the sword forward.

"No, it's my fault..." Mo Chen lowered his hands, and he smiled miserably, "I don't blame you. I made a bet with him, and I handed him over to you... If there is a second murderer, he should die. That's me..."

"Mo Chen..." Fu Chuxi felt that Mo Chen was about to fall down at any time, so he couldn't help but take a step forward, wanting to support him.

However, at this moment, Mo Chen's pupils suddenly constricted, and he suddenly raised his sword to stab Fu Chuxi.

Fu Chuxi was startled, and the next moment he was pushed under the eaves. Mo Chen fought with a man in gray who broke into the courtyard.

Between swords and swords, the two swords clashed, and Mo Chen saw the face of the person clearly. He couldn't help but startled, and said excitedly: "Ah Lang! Are you alive?"

Holding his broken sword in his hand, Ah Lang looked at Mo Chen coldly and said, "You want me to die?"

"Of course not!" Mo Chen grinned with chapped lips, and withdrew his sword, "Ah Lang, it's great that you didn't die! I'm so happy, I thought you—"

Mo Chen suddenly stopped talking, because A Lang tore open the front of his clothes, and a scar that hadn't fully healed on his chest and heart looked particularly hideous.

A Lang sneered: "If I hadn't been born with a heart that is closer to the right than others, I would have died with this sword."

Mo Chen was stunned, still digesting A Lang's words.

"I came here today to take revenge. I originally wanted to wait for you to kill him and reappear, but I didn't expect you to dare to kill him!" A Lang said disgustedly, "Amo, do you really treat him as your master?" ?"

"I--"

"It's okay, you dare not kill, I dare!"

After Ah Lang finished speaking, he swung his sword and stabbed Fu Chuxi.Fu Chuxi kicked up Yang Lang's sword, grabbed it in his hand and caught A Lang's three moves, but there was too much difference in martial arts between him and A Lang, the sword in his hand was picked up by A Lang after only three or five moves. Lang pierced Fu Chuxi's heart with a sword, and at this moment, a strong wind came from behind him.

A Lang was forced to turn around to fight, and was entangled by Mo Chen. In order to get rid of Mo Chen's entanglement, A Lang was merciless, and Mo Chen hadn't rested for several days. Just now he learned that A Lang was not dead, and he relaxed a little. In a short period of time, he was suppressed by A Lang and was powerless to fight back.

Ah Lang hit Mo Chen's right shoulder with his palm, and Mo Chen felt like his bones were broken. The hand holding the sword couldn't exert any strength. With a sound of "dang", the sword fell to the ground, and Mo Chen covered it in pain. right shoulder.

"Molang, the person you want to kill is me!" Fu Chuxi raised her voice.

A Lang sneered, and immediately turned around and raised his sword to stab Fu Chuxi. However, when the talent jumped up, Mo Chen hugged him by the waist and threw him back. A Lang turned around and fell to the ground.

"I can't kill him!" Mo Chen stepped forward to stop him again, but the furious Ah Lang kicked him in the chest, his whole body flew out and hit the closed door, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Mo Chen!" Fu Chuxi leaned over to help Mo Chen, but A Lang's sword had already arrived, Fu Chuxi barely avoided it, A Lang raised his sword and stabbed again, Mo Chen struggled to get up, Fu Chuxi caught a glimpse of Mo Chen struggling Standing up, at that moment, a thought suddenly appeared in his heart - no matter what, Mo Chen can't let Mo Chen work hard for him anymore.

Fu Chuxi knew that he couldn't dodge A Lang's sword, so he didn't dodge at all. He took a few steps back, away from Mo Chen, then stood still, closing his eyes and waiting for A Lang's sword.

The blade of the sword pierced into the flesh, accompanied by a muffled groan... The expected pain did not appear, Fu Chuxi realized something, he trembled all over, and opened his eyes.

Mo Chen stood in front of him, a sword pierced his chest, and the other end of the sword was held in Ah Lang's hand.

At that moment, Fu Chuxi felt as if his heart had been pierced through. An unprecedented fear climbed up from the bottom of his heart, enveloping his whole body, making him unable to think or breathe. The sword piercing through Mo Chen's chest and the blood dripping from the blade.

"Amo, you..." Ah Lang was so angry that he roared angrily, "Do you really want me to kill you with my own hands?!"

Mo Chen covered his chest, his body shook twice, he felt pain all over his body, and he almost couldn't stand up anymore, suddenly he supported his left arm with both hands, it was Fu Chuxi.

Fu Chuxi held up his arm with one hand and held his hand with the other.

"You want to kill me, so why did you move those three points just now..." Mo Chen stood with Fu Chuxi's support.

Just at the last moment, a figure flashed in front of A Lang's eyes. Seeing that it was the sword in Mo Chen's hand, he subconsciously moved up three points to avoid his heart.

"I said that day, I guarantee with my life that no one will hurt you... I broke my promise," Mo Chen looked at A Lang and begged, "Take my life, don't kill him..."

"Mo Chen!" Fu Chuxi said in a deep voice, "This matter has nothing to do with you!"

A Lang didn't understand: "Amo, he is just a prince, is it worth your desperate protection?"

Mo Chen took a breath: "Remember what I said about Mr. Fu..."

A Lang was startled, thinking of Mo Chen's selflessness, he seemed to understand something: "He is?"

Mo Chen nodded: "If you kill him, how is it different from killing me? Why not lower your sword by three points now and kill me first..."

After Mo Chen finished speaking, he grabbed the blade of the sword with his right hand and was about to press down.

"Mo Chen!" Fu Chuxi's voice changed, he grabbed the sword on Mo Chen's chest, and held the sword there to prevent Mo Chen from really pressing the sword down.

"Your Highness, let go." Mo Chen frowned as he watched the blood flow from Fu Chuxi's fingers.

"Let the fuck go, both of you!" A Lang was furious.

Mo Chen let go first, and then Fu Chuxi let go.

"Amo, you..." A Lang scolded angrily, "You are a fucking blind man! Who are you looking for!"

Mo Chen smiled wryly: "I've been blind for more than three years...what can I do?"

"Okay! I won't kill him today! You also live well for me. If you die, I will be the first to kill him!" After A Lang finished speaking, he pulled out his sword suddenly, jumped up the courtyard wall, and disappeared into the night middle.

Island Master Mo snorted in pain: "Damn it... At least wait for the doctor to come and pull it out..."

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This chapter has a bit too many words, because I can't bear to go to the next chapter~ ouch!This is the plot I am most looking forward to ← dragging away the stepmother