"Pretending to be stupid?"
Moye clenched his teeth.
The nine-knot whip turned around and swung, its broad shoulders undulating like mountains, flying away from the string, roaring tigers and roaring dragons rolled up dust and residual leaves, and whipped Zheng Quchi fiercely.
Zheng Quchi turned his ear and heard a crackling sound. His body turned faster than his brain. He slipped under Yu Wensheng's arm and hid firmly behind him.
Yu Wensheng's slender fingers were loose enough to hold the hilt of the sword. He raised his lips. The Shura mask split between two extreme black and red colors cut through the murderous intent as cold as glass in his eyes, making him tremble slightly.
"Have you forgotten? Your opponent is me~"
As soon as the voice fell, the figure suddenly moved, and the dead leaves were rotated by the autumn wind, and the silver light suddenly appeared, leaving Zheng Quchi alone standing there blankly.
...Start, start the fight?
Can she run away secretly?
Moye's eyes narrowed slightly, and the whip he pulled out was like being rolled up in a whirlpool in the deep sea. It took all his strength to pull it out.
Due to the reaction force, he quickly stepped back, his long whip dancing like water ripples, protecting his whole body.
But he saw the sword light blooming like snow lotus, and it was so bright that he couldn't even see clearly Yu Wensheng's figure or the speed of the sword. He only relied on his body's instinct to resist and fight.
Damn it, is this guy a monster?
After narrowly avoiding a move, his body was sliced with a clanking sound. The vital parts of his body were covered with iron sheets. The hard iron on his elbows was blocked upwards, but with a "click", the iron pieces and bones let out a fragile groan.
I finally saw his complete figure clearly.
The floating clothes are like clouds, like burning fireworks. Under the mask, the ends of his eyes are curved and the corners of his mouth are curved. The upward arc exceeds the ordinary, but there is no kindness or gentleness, but an inexplicable madness.
His long sword crushed the iron block, and with a touch of force, bright red blood immediately appeared on Moye's bronze arms.
He gasped and glared at Yu Wensheng fiercely.
Every attack he made was aimed at his own hand. This evil thief clearly wanted to cripple him and end his career as a craftsman.
Mo Ye suddenly lowered his neck and shot a poisonous needle from the back of his neck.
Ding--
Yu Wensheng swung his sword and blocked it casually.
But in the next moment, his sinister and bloodthirsty eyes faintly moved away from Mo Ye.
As soon as her figure passed by, she appeared silently behind Zheng Quchi. She was touching a tree, tiptoeing about to escape, when Leng Buling's cold fingers gently touched the back of her neck.
"Didn't you say that you have always admired me? Why did you run away?"
Like the ravings of a devil, it sounded suddenly, startling Zheng Quchi, who was half-blind, to freeze.
Was, was discovered and escaped? !
She was about to reply to him, "You only heard the first sentence. What about the second sentence, the one where I just want to protect you silently from behind and eat you?", but he obviously didn't intend to give her a chance to speak.
A force struck the back of her neck, and the black man in front of her fell softly.
... It was a miscalculation. She thought that since the two were fighting, she would have no time to pay attention to her actions, but she didn't know that Yu Wensheng was so sinister.
Now, "Sang Xuanqing" may not be able to keep his vest.
Mo Ye watched him knock the little dwarf unconscious with a knife, and said in a cold voice with a hiss of pain: "Haha, what's the matter? I'm worried that this little dwarf who admires and protects you will completely see your true face, so he killed you first. If you faint, you will get sick again, right?"
Yu Wensheng turned a deaf ear to his ridicule and instead reported a number.
"The seventh day of November."
"November fourteenth."
"End of November."
"The first day of December."
Whenever Yuwen Sheng reported an exact date, Moye's heart tightened.
He was stunned.
The dates above correspond to the time when he lurked at the border of Ye State.
The time he came to Fu County.
It was time for him to prepare to hunt and kill Yu Wensheng.
And today...the time for the plan to be implemented.
He raised his eyes suddenly, and his voice sounded like a ferocious beast: "Yu Wensheng, have you already figured out my whereabouts?"
Yu Wensheng murmured happily, raising his elegant Confucian shirt: "As long as the Jiulong Machine Box is still in my hand, you will definitely take the initiative to come to me."
Speaking of the Jiulong Machine Box, Mo Ye sneered and said, "So what if you, Yu Wensheng, took away the Jiulong Machine Box? With the craftsmen of your Ye Kingdom, who has the ability to open it?"
He covered his injured arm, his handsome face was full of ridicule and contempt, but this arrogance did not last long on his face.
Just because Yu Wensheng took out the Jiulong Machine Box in front of him, then casually lifted the lid, and... opened it? !
Mo Ye's expression was frozen on his face.
"Ah, what should I do? I seem to be favored by God recently. This Jiulong Machine Box opened without any effort."
Mo Ye was greatly stimulated and shouted without even thinking: "Impossible!"
Yu Wensheng raised his head and laughed, his deep and indulgent pupils dilated: "Hahahaha... the things you worked so hard to snatch from the Mo family finally became mine. In order to thank you for your generous gift, I will definitely give it to you properly. On your way."
A scream flashed like the sound of wind, and the slender and tall figure quickly gave Mo Ye a fatal blow.
When Yu Wensheng laughed, Mo Ye had already raised his vigilance to the highest level, so the sword only pulled his cheek to the auricle and cut it. He touched the blood on his face.
Cursing, the sharp seven-section whip was thrown out like lightning.
Yu Wensheng wrapped his sword around him and removed its strength. He flicked the tip of the sword and the long whip was inserted into a tree trunk like a silver spear.
He bent down and picked up the unconscious Zheng Quchi. His hands seemed messy, but in fact he hit him with unstoppable force, which made Moye tired of dealing with it.
Mo Ye knew that he would not be Yu Wensheng's opponent with just force, so he took out three black pills from his pocket and threw them in Yu Wensheng's direction.
Pfft——
Immediately thick yellow and white smoke billowed, Yu Wensheng immediately closed his eyes and closed his breathing, but his expression was like a glutton enjoying a feast, singing about delicacies, peeling skin and bones.
In such a scene of life and death, in such a tense atmosphere, his bloodthirsty and joyful killing state, no one can say that he is abnormal after seeing it.
Mo Ye held Zhu Cang in his mouth and was not afraid of the poisonous smoke, but the smoke was lingering and he could not see the situation clearly.
While he was groping and listening, a sword light came towards his head.
hiss!
Mo Ye walked around behind a big tree. Although he had just escaped with his life, half of his body was stained red with blood.
Yu Wensheng closed his eyes and carried the person, but it was as if he was taking a leisurely stroll: "You specially lured me here, and I rushed here as you wished, cooperating with all your actions from beginning to end. I wanted to see what you can do. To what extent, but now it seems like a huge disappointment.”
The curvature of the corners of his mouth became wider and wider, like a sharp sickle.
Mo Ye pressed his head against the thorny tree trunk, trying hard to calm down his breathing, clenching his fists tightly, his face gloomy and dripping.
Unable to bear it anymore, he cursed in Cantonese in his heart.
Yu Wensheng, you idiot!
