On How a Sworn Enemy Becomes a Lover

Seeing that the point of the knife was about to fall on Xi Xian, Mo Er couldn't help exclaiming: "Be careful."

However, it was of little use, and the blood dripped to the ground along the back of the knife.

Mo Er's eyes were red, he broke away from Xisheng, picked up the knife on the ground, but with a brute force, he managed to kill a way out.

Xisheng was only surprised for a second, and then followed. He is a Lianjiazi, and his skills are naturally first-class. Mo Er broke up the besieging Daliang officers and soldiers.

Mo Er picked up Xixian and dragged him back, Xisheng saw the opportunity and stepped forward with a horizontal knife, blocking the Daliang soldiers who surrounded him.

"Let go of me." Xi Xian was as usual, full of anger, struggling to stand up, if he wasn't covered in blood, Mo Er almost thought he was fine.

"To shut up."

Mo Er carried him on his back, supported him with one hand, and held the broad knife across his chest with the other. God blocked and killed gods, and demons blocked and killed demons. He forced the oncoming girder soldiers back five steps, causing him to fall on the ground.

These five steps basically exhausted all of Mo Er's strength, his arms were sore that he could hardly lift them up, and he could hardly hold the long knife in his hand.

"Mo Er, you can't get down the tower with me." Xixian lowered his head and leaned close to Mo Er's ear, his voice was still smiling, soft and soft, making Mo Er's ear red.

Mo Er subconsciously wanted to rub his ears, but he couldn't free his hand.

"You can shut up. If you have this skill, take your time." Mo Er's tone was bad, and he seemed angry.

Xi Xian chuckled, he saw Mo Er running with his back on his back, Mo Er is not a trainer, so he has a stronger physique and strength than ordinary people, but Xi Xian is different, he himself Young martial arts practitioners, although they look thin and well-proportioned, they are all solid muscles, so the weight is naturally not light.

Mo Erquan carried it with one breath, and almost fell to his knees several times on the way.

Finally staggered, the whole person slid out earlier, even Xixian was thrown out.

Mo Er crawled on the ground and didn't come back to his senses for a long time. The main reason was that his body couldn't react, and he struggled to stand up, but his limbs lost their sense of existence, and he couldn't feel them all the time.

"What's the matter, this is?" Mo Er saw a pair of hands in front of his eyes.

This is a pair of beautiful hands, with slender fingers and round nails. The only fly in the ointment is that it is too thin, so thin that the phalanges are already protruding.

Mo Er subconsciously wanted to reach out, but held back.

He looked up, it was none other than Weiss, Mo Er suppressed the doubts in his heart, put his hand on Weiss's, and supported him to stand up, his first reaction was to look at Xixian, Xixian was thrown to the front left not far from him, lying on his back with his eyes closed, and he couldn't see life or death, but fresh blood was slowly flowing out from his wound.

Mo Er made two steps at a time, almost scrambling and rushing up, tentatively put his finger between his nose, and took a weak breath, Mo Er's heart was lifted by the vague breath. fell down.

Trembling, he withdrew his hand, tightly covering Xixian's wound, trying to stop the bleeding for Xixian.

"He's going to die." Weiss was noncommittal, and condescendingly glanced at Xi Xian, with a hint of sarcasm slightly hanging from the corner of his mouth, making his face so thin that it was too thin to look a little hideous.

Mo Er raised his head and squinted at Wes: "You have a plan, don't you?"

"Why should I help you?"

Weiss' voice was indifferent, and there was no trace of emotion in his tone, but Mo Er still caught a trace of something.

"There is nothing to show courteousness to, rape or steal, you care so much about me, I always have your plans in me, why don't you tell me and use it as a weight!"

Weiss obviously didn't expect Mo Er to be so straightforward, he said these words bluntly, and took a step back without any trace, but there was only room for his left foot to retreat half an inch, and then he stabilized.

"What do you think I'm asking for?" Weiss's tone has not changed, and it is still clear and cold, but there are more or less inexplicable meanings in it, so that the end sound is elongated. Naturally, nothing could be seen in ordinary people, but Mo Er was keenly aware of his intentions.

"What are you asking for? If you don't tell me, how will I know." Perhaps in Weiss' eyes, there was something more in Mo Er's expression.

"You can also spare yourself."

Weiss tightly gripped Mo Er's next door, even though Wei Si was thin, but the strength in his hands was extremely strong, his hands were like iron hoops, half of Mo Er's arms were numb from the grip.

However, Mo Er didn't struggle: "It's okay, why did I promise to wash the Patriarch and save his life."

Weiss laughed dumbfounded, his emotions were rarely revealed, but at this moment his eyes were full of inquiry, almost nailing Mo Er in place.

"Are you doing it to wash the oath with the Patriarch or to fulfill your own loyalty?"

He seldom ridiculed a person like this, but this happened to fall into Mo Er's trap. Mo Er always felt that Weiss was a little weird. Now that he saw it clearly, Panyu City is very big, and there is no such thing as dirty, Mo Er Although Er has never eaten it, he has seen it, but he can't figure it out, he has caught this person's eyes, and he and him are afraid that he has only seen this side.

But some use it for nothing!

"Why is it my fault, but Mr. Wei, Mo Er is here to get rid of you." Mo Er cupped his hands while speaking, and bowed solemnly from a distance. Although Weiss didn't see Mo Er's eyes, he could still I can imagine that the water in those slender eyes is far away.

After all, he couldn't bear it. When he was young, his heart was useless.

From Weiss' angle, it is not difficult to see the top of Mo Er's hair. The ink hair that was originally held by the sapphire hairpin has been glued into strands of blood, and a few strands stick to his face, blocking his eyes. When Mo Er raised his eyebrows He glanced up with his slanted eyes, and the calculation in those eyes was nothing.

Weiss stooped to pick up the washed clothes, and carried him forward in strides, while Mo Er followed behind, trotting all the way to catch up with Weiss's pace.

This place is not far from the Ouyue Palace, it stands to reason that Mo Yi should be more calm when Daliang soldiers approach the city, but the reality is not always the case.

After entering the royal city, seeing Mo Yi was a matter of course.

There was no light in the Chongde Hall, and a few rays of moonlight came in through the window lattice, and it seemed that a piece of snow had fallen on the ground.

Mo Yi sat in the most frequent seat in front of King Ouyue, facing the gate of the palace.

Mo Er didn't ask anyone to report, and pushed open the door on his own. The two brothers looked at each other and turned their heads away.

"Second brother, what's the matter?" Mo Yi knocked on the armrest of the seat. The chair in Chongde Hall is made of the best huanghuali wood, and it's carved out of a whole piece. Put it over, and King Ouyue knocked it off. For a corner, he couldn't help but feel distressed for a long time. At this time, half of the armrest has been cut off. It seems that the cut was cut off with a sharp sword.

Obviously before Mo Er came, Mo Yi lost his temper.

The shadows on the floor tiles were still glowing red. They must have seen blood here just now. Although the blood stains had been wiped clean, Mo Er always felt the smell of blood lingered on the tip of his nose.

"You said that this huge Ouyue was destroyed in Gu's hands, and he went to the ground alone, how will he explain to his father." Seeing that Mo Er was speechless, he talked to himself, quite a bit of self-pity smell.