Slag Gong accuses Bai Yueguang of being chaotic and abandoned

Everyone frantically wrapped Mo Xiaofeng with the curtain cloth around him, and the sight was as tightly wrapped as a concubine sent to the emperor's bed.They carried Mo Xiaofeng to a van and hurriedly called someone to throw him further away.

Maybe it's because he doesn't know when the explosion will happen. The guy assigned to drive is obviously just a younger brother. He is alone, and he doesn't know where to drive at this time.On the way, he saw a blind spot where no one was monitoring him, so he stepped on the brakes and opened the rear door, pushed Mo Xiaofeng out of the car, and then slammed on the accelerator and ran away.

Only a few people in the room knew about this matter, and Hong Jintang issued a special gag order afterwards, and those who knew either kept their mouths tightly shut, or were dealt with directly along with the corpses.Even Liang Ji didn't receive the news until a few days later.He vaguely heard that something happened in his place at the Soochow Guild Hall, and the window glass was broken, but he didn't know the specific details.

He only thought that Hong Jintang was playing tricks in the Soochow Guild Hall again, after all, the two of them had been having a lot of trouble recently because of some disputes.At first, he thought that guy was arresting someone there, trying to get some useful information.

But then the conversation changed. I heard that it was the mistress who was taken away, and the scene was quite fierce. A group of people even mutilated people and killed people.

When the specific information was received, it was still from Master Duan.He brought someone over, saying that among the people Young Master Hong was going to deal with at that time, one of Hong's own people pretended to be dead and ran away.This person had been hiding outside for nearly half a month, and when there was no wind, he sneaked over to the Xiaoyi Society, wanting to seek asylum.

Liang Ji listened to the gossip with a smile, but the more he listened, the more fucking wrong he became.It's not that the news inside is wrong, but that Hong Jintang's diametrically opposite actions are wrong.

Based on his understanding of Hong Jintang, there must be a big problem. Liang Ji immediately smelled something unusual. He searched the entire Soochow Guild Hall and all the surveillance cameras, and even secretly searched the people around Hong Jintang Caught a few.Only then did he pry out a familiar name from the other party's mouth - Mo Xiaofeng.

This is like eating melons and eating melons while my house collapsed. Liang Ji went crazy at that time.Hong Jintang kept everything a secret, even the tail was handled very cleanly, Liang Ji didn't even find much clues.But does Liang Ji need evidence?He does not need it!

The only thing on his mind was to avenge Mo Xiaofeng, he wanted to find Mo Xiaofeng, he wanted Hong Jintang to fucking kill him!But it was already more than half a month after the incident, and Mo Xiaofeng disappeared.

Mo Xiaofeng rolled down from the car. He was dizzy from the fall and woke up from the pain in his stomach.

He didn't know where the surrounding area was, the north wind with snowflakes poured in, fell on his skin like a knife scrape, and then poured into his lungs along his mouth and nose, Mo Xiaofeng took a breath and began to violently Coughing, lying on the ground, another mouthful of blood was vomited out.

Maybe because he left that ghostly place, Mo Xiaofeng didn't know where he was, but even on Huangquan Road, he felt that this place was much cleaner than the corner before!

All he had on was a wet curtain with ice cubes rolled inside.Mo Xiaofeng was so thirsty, he grabbed the ice cube and took a few in his mouth, only to get a little cold liquid into his throat.

He had a fishy smell all over his body, even on his hair, and he felt that the breath out of his mouth also smelled like that, as if his skin had been pickled, it was so sticky that it made people feel sick!

It's a blessing not to be played to death by those people, but it's a pity that I didn't bring them to die together.Mo Xiaofeng crawled a few steps on the ground, leaning on the side of the street to support himself to sit up.He lowered his head slightly, he thought that a lot of time had passed, but it seemed that after being soaked in those ice cubes, the whole person calmed down from the excitement, and his heartbeat gradually slowed down, as if he was in an ice cellar.

When he fell just now, part of the sutures on the energy shaft on his stomach had been torn, and there was a part inside that was pressing against his stomach, as if being stabbed by a knife. The pain made him almost faint.The position of the heart was as if it was held by breath, Mo Xiaofeng clutched his chest, there was a burst of throbbing pain there, his eyes were so dark that he wished he could faint to death.

Mo Xiaofeng raised his hand and pressed it lightly, only to find that the ribs in his chest were broken, which was pressing on the heart at this moment, maybe the broken bones had pierced into the heart and lungs, but he was too cold at this time to feel it. It just hurts.

No wonder his heartbeat slowed down, so he was going to die?

There are still less than 1000 hits. According to his current state, there may be ten minutes left.

He suddenly didn't want to leave, no matter how hard he rushed, he couldn't save his life.It's the same wherever you die. It's best if you have a phone at hand. He just wants to call Hong Tingyun now and let him talk to him, even if he doesn't speak and just listen to his voice. .

Mo Xiaofeng was wrapped in curtains, barely covered with clothes, and had iron chains on his feet, just like those condemned prisoners in ancient prisons.But before he was beheaded, he still had a full meal to eat, let alone a mouthful of steamed buns, Mo Xiaofeng really wanted to drink at this time, and he really wanted to taste the "Ice Soul" made by his uncle just now.He promised to sleep well after drinking this time, weaving a dream for himself that he would never wake up from.

Mo Xiaofeng's feet were so full of scars that he couldn't see the original color of his skin. The snow was falling, and he sat on the side of the street with his feet in the freshly covered snow.I couldn't see a single star when I looked up, but the dim street lights shone in the falling snow, just like countless stars sprinkled all over the sky, it was really beautiful.

Mo Xiaofeng raised his head, not a single tear fell from the corner of his eyes.In fact, such a death may not be a good thing for him. He has no chance to die on the battlefield. He may walk in the smoke and break his bones, which is also his best destination.

I'm just a little sorry for my uncle, I don't know how he will cry when he collects his body.He hadn't had time to say goodbye to that son of a bitch, that guy had a bunch of misunderstandings, he hadn't explained it properly, and he beat him, I don't know how sad he should be.

Forget it, don't tell him the news of your death, just think that you are sorry for him, hate him, blame him, go on with such thoughts, and don't pity him, he is not worth it.

Mo Xiaofeng raised his head and looked into the distance, suddenly he found that at the end of the street, there was a light hidden between the stacked buildings.Under the light and shadow of falling snow and neon lights, the green light is just like looking at the golden roof and silver tiles on Mount Emei, it is so breathtaking that people can't take their eyes off it!

That's...Uncle's...

Qingping Building! ?

With just one glance, Mo Xiaofeng's whole body seemed to be filled with blood again, and his whole body seemed to have some strength again!

Martial uncle... Martial uncle... Martial uncle is waiting for him to come home!

Mo Xiaofeng didn't want to sit here and wait to die, he was like a person in the desert seeing a mirage, whether it was fake or not, it gave people the only belief to live on!

Mo Xiaofeng supported his body, and suddenly got up from the ground!If he was such a distance on weekdays, he would run at full speed without panting, but right now he would definitely not be able to reach it in 10 minutes.

But...what if?

What if he could walk there, what if he died in front of Qingping Tower?Can the master save a few steps by collecting the body for him?Could it be that when he stepped on Huangquan Road, he could still take a look at the roof and get closer?

enough!

That's enough!

Mo Xiaofeng moved, rolled up the tattered curtains and tried hard to wrap himself around his body, step by step on the icy snow.Every step left a bloody footprint, and step by step, he staggered towards the little light.Even if he is the dying dog by the side of the road, he still wants to go back to his master, he wants to go home and die in the den!

What color is the night at five o'clock in the morning?

The color of the sun jumping out of the horizon at dawn is called Xuantian, but the darkness before dawn is as silent as death, not even a night cat will cry, there is nothing.

Before he stepped in the dark Qingping Building, he felt that he was deep in hell, full of coldness and suffocation, but the faint light in the attic gave him hope.But at this time, the surrounding street lamps flickered, and he was still in the dark. Only a little bit of faith made him forget the pain on his body, forget those encounters, and only the two words that his uncle told him, live!

There was a sudden sound of a car engine motor behind him, and Mo Xiaofeng was slightly taken aback. This street is actually located in a remote place, and it doesn't seem like a place where there will be traffic, especially at this time, it can be called a miracle!

Mo Xiaofeng quickly turned his head to look, and he saw a light, the bright red roof light was like all the luck piled up, he gritted his teeth and raised his hand to beckon to the taxi.The car had already slowed down and was heading towards Mo Xiaofeng, but then it seemed to have discovered something, the car suddenly accelerated, and drove past Mo Xiaofeng directly!

ah!don't go...don't go...

Mo Xiaofeng wanted to shout, but his voice was so hoarse that he couldn't make any sound.He wanted to catch up, but his feet were filled with lead, and every step he took was as difficult as stepping on the tip of a knife. He dared to say that if he fell, he might never get up again.

No matter how great the expectations are, there will be great disappointments. The same is true for the second car. Looking at the taillights of the car leaving in the dust, Mo Xiaofeng gently put down his hands.

That's right, with his appearance, his feet are still shackled, like a fugitive, who would stop and who would dare to help him?This world is always full of malice, even good-intentioned help may result in retaliation. I am a heinous guy, so how can I ask others to be kind?

Mo Xiaofeng didn't want to worry about how much time was left, but walked forward instinctively, step by step.

He always has to pay back when he comes out to mess around. This is his evil result, and he deserves everything.

A flying black shadow flew over quickly, and even Feixue seemed to be broken by it, leaving behind a long red tail light.Mo Xiaofeng saw it, but he didn't wave or shout, as if he didn't see it.

He didn't want to bless any hope anymore.Because hope is what eats away at the heart the most.

He didn't want to suffer like this before he died.

But there was a loud brake sound on the empty long street, and after that, the figure actually wobbled back.An ethereal female voice, like a nightingale, resounded beside Mo Xiaofeng.

"Well... what's wrong with you? Do you want me to call 110 for you or something?"