My lord, you crushed me

After Mo Jue went downstairs, he found a seat near the door and sat down. The little boy came over and brought out the cakes and tea that had been prepared.

After less than a cup of tea, Han Shaoyan also went downstairs, raised his chin proudly, and pointed his nostrils at people.

"You should watch your way, don't fall!" Mo Jue couldn't help teasing, the bickering between the two of them had become a daily routine.

Han Shaoyan frowned when he heard this, and moved even faster on his feet.He walked to the seat opposite Mo Jue and sat down, squeezed a pastry and handed it to his mouth.

Mo Jue shook his head helplessly. He brought Han Shaoyan out like a father with his son, and all that was left was a handful of bitter tears.

The two of them were sitting here, and a group of people in strange costumes entered the teahouse, they were still muttering, and pointing to Mo Jue's direction from time to time.

Han Shaoyan immediately became alert, and Mo Jue was no exception.A few who were not afraid of death sat directly between Mo Jue and Han Shaoyan, and a few reached out and picked up their pastries and started eating.

Mo Jue clenched his fists tightly, his eyes were sharp, and his teeth were clenched. He endured it all the time, just for the next explosion.

A few people standing there saw the rich and varied expressions on Mo Jue's face, couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing.Immediately met Mo Jue's knife-like eyes, "Who are you guys? Why are you robbing me of so many positions?"

Han Shaoyan also secretly touched the soft sword on his waist. This group of people came with bad intentions, and it seemed that this fight was inevitable.

"Shh!" The man beside Mo Jue gestured for silence, took a cup from the teacup, and poured himself a glass of water.His movements were calm and calm, and he was not affected by Mo Jue at all.

"Why are you so anxious? We'll give you a reason after we've eaten and drank enough."

Han Shaoyan gripped the teacup tightly, the water in the cup was already cold.He looked at those people and said, "Are you subordinates of the Southern Dynasty?"

Nan Chao is a person Lang Jing never wants to mention, and also Lang Jing's enemy.Although the Southern Dynasty has been completely wiped out, it is difficult to guarantee that his wings are still lurking in the corner of Langjing.

"You still have insight." The leader nodded in satisfaction, and passed the pastry into his mouth calmly.

Mo Jue's body trembled suddenly, he clenched his knuckles, bit his lower lip, and finally said, "If you leave now, I'll pretend nothing happened. If not, you will be at your own risk!"

The man just smiled contemptuously, wiped his hands on the robes of the person behind him after eating the pastry, and then turned his head to look directly at Mo Jue, "We came here this time, so we didn't think about going back!"

The moment the man spoke, the others had already dispersed, and they didn't know that no one came empty-handed with the weapons they fumbled for.

Mo Jue's eyes were like falcons, and he watched the group of people closely, especially the person who talked to him just now. There seemed to be a cluster of flames in his eyes, wishing to burn that person into powder.

A crisp sound of broken porcelain successfully ignited the emotions of everyone in the room, and Han Shaoyan had already pulled out the soft sword from his waist, staring at him with hatred.

And only Mo Jue didn't bring a weapon, not even a short dagger for self-defense. He closed his eyes quietly and luckily took the chopsticks on the table as his own weapon.

The scene was about to explode, and several people surrounded Han Shaoyan and Mo Jue, waiting for the leader to give an order.The so-called capturing the thief first captures the king, and Mo Jue was unambiguous, leaping up, bypassing a group of people and heading straight for the leader.

The man was forced back again and again by Mo Jue. Mo Jue's attack was very fierce. Although he had no weapon, his moves were narrow and cold.Seeing that Mo Jue had already made a move, Han Shaoyan also joined in the fight. He kicked the table case just now into the corner, holding a soft sword and staring at the other party.

"He who understands the current affairs is a hero. Today is Langjing's prosperous age, the country is peaceful and the people are safe. If you can submit to the court, if you don't keep it, I can get you a half-time official. It's better than you trying to get by."

During the fight with the man, the hem of Mo Jue's clothes made a slight noise, forcing the man to the corner and shouting at him.

"Huh? A half-job? I don't care about it!" As he spoke, the man spat at Mo Jue, and took out a pair of steel claws from his back and put them on his hands.

"Today's sages and sages have issued recruitment orders several times. It is rare in the world to embrace the green pine, so why do you insist?"

Mo Jue still didn't give up. Although he could beat this group of people down, he couldn't recruit them properly.

"You don't have to be so fucking talkative there, it's impossible to get us to submit to the imperial court, if the Master Nanchao's enmity is not avenged for a day, we will always be enemies of Langjing, including you! Mo Jue!"

The man called Mo Jue's name directly, and his emotions became agitated. After speaking, he looked up to the sky and smiled, staring at Mo Jue.Then he clenched the steel claws tightly, his eyes stern.

Not to be outdone, Mo Jue gave up when he saw that he couldn't persuade him, and slowly got up and out of the teahouse.The man followed closely behind.

As soon as he left the teahouse, Mo Jue turned his head sharply, bent down and directly attacked the man's legs, but the man's lower body was very stable, and the steel claws on his hands shone with silver light under the sun, obviously tainted with poison .

That person's moves were swift and swift, and he was extremely agile. He often attacked Mo Jue's difficult places to defend by surprise, and his stabs were often extremely tricky and often fatal.It can be seen that this person is narrow-minded and does not want to save his life.

Mo Jue avoided the key points everywhere, relying on his lightness kung fu, he moved forward and retreated extremely swiftly, and the blade hissed when it hit the steel claw.

In the teahouse, Han Shaoyan dealt with a group of people, and the situation was not much better than that of Mo Jue, but he didn't have the upper hand either.

Inside and outside the house, there was only a flash of swords, lights and swords, and one black and one white figure quickly intertwined.

I saw Han Shaoyan holding a soft sword, his swordsmanship was elegant, and the tip of the sword was flickering, making people unpredictable. He circled his fingers and stabbed out.The figure swayed and took advantage.The group of people obviously struggled after taking a few moves from him.Han Shaoyan made a jump and broke away from the melee.The group of people became dizzy and started fighting among themselves.

Outside the house, Mo Jue was superior, the man was exhausted, he was losing ground, and his footwork became a little vain and messy.Mo Jue found the right moment, grabbed the man's hand, and scratched his body with his own steel claws, stabbing the man in black's thigh.

Seeing the bleeding, the man no longer wanted to fight, and suddenly took out a few stones the size of bird eggs from his cuffs and threw them in front of Mo Jue. Mo Jue thought it was poisonous gas, lowered his head and pinched his nose.

When he raised his head again, the man just now had disappeared without a trace.

Mo Jue looked into the air, slightly dazed. Although the smoke bomb is a must-have at home, how could he have fooled him just now.

The group of people in the teahouse saw that their boss had already retreated, so they immediately packed up their things and fled.

Han Shaoyan frowned looking at the direction in which the group of people were fleeing, and turned to look at Mo Jue, "We should hurry up." Mo Jue nodded.