Then Lu Zhen, Smith Li, and his three brothers and seven people died one by one, and none of Tang Yuan’s hands walked past him, and his blood was scattered everywhere.
"God wants to treat me like this. Xiao Cheng asks himself that he has never done anything immoral in his life. I sincerely practice martial arts …………….. I hate me! I will kill you all if I don’t die today! Even if I die and do ghosts, I will not let you go! " Mo Xiaocheng vomited blood and shouted
Leaving the last Zou Feifei, one of her half-kneeling arms was removed, and her mouth was dripping with blood. Moreover, her face was bruised and swollen, and she was never as beautiful as before, but there was a strange ugliness.
"ShiShu Xiao city Feifei loves you … ahem, it’s a pity that I can’t walk with you. Often, what do I think about not letting me meet you earlier … don’t …"
"Don’t …!"
It’s already late.
Zou Feifei finally gave him a deep look, suddenly grabbed a residual knife and wiped it to his neck …
Looking at the blood pool, there is no breath. Zou Feifei Mo Xiaocheng hates to beat his cheeks with blood and tears. His hair is half white!
He struggled to get up and dangle. Where is the same as just now?
Burst!
A mafia man kicked MoXiao City, who was trying to straighten up, to his knees.
"Tut tut, who is this? Hey, it’s not Mo Xiaocheng, the first master in the sea. How did it become such a mixed sample?"
Fang Yifeng came over and was very gloating. He squatted down and patted Mo Xiaocheng’s face until it turned red.
Suddenly, he kicked out Mo Xiaocheng and kicked him out. His mouth laughed wildly and cried with a smile. "Father, open your eyes and see that Xiao Junliang’s lackey Mo Xiaocheng is now a dead dog. Kneel in front of me and wait for me to kill him yourself. You take revenge!"
"Go to hell in Moxiao City. Remember to report to me when you get to Yan Luowang that Fang Yi Feng’s name has been reborn for a long time. You can’t offend some people!"
Say that finish Fang Yifeng is a palm to MoXiaoCheng day spirit …
It’s a close call. Mo Xiaocheng can avoid it. He appears, the meridians are completely broken, the five internal organs are displaced, and it’s difficult to even lift his fingers. Facing Fang Yifeng’s slap, Mo Xiaocheng closes his eyes.
Goodbye to the world, goodbye to my dearest brother, goodbye to my sister-in-law, goodbye to Yunyao, goodbye to everyone I know …
At this time, Fang Yifeng was still two inches away from filming the end of Mo Xiao’s life, and a sound appeared, accompanied by a scream from Fang Yifeng.
"Ghost hand, you are an old monster who is a master of Dan Dao, and you are actually bullying a martial artist. I am ashamed of you if you are not ashamed!"
"It’s you all my life!"
Before he fainted, he saw a man in white with an iron sword in his hand …
"Dead dead dead …"
A month passed.
Mo Xiaocheng doesn’t know who he is, and he doesn’t know what’s going on outside now. In a word, he’s been living an isolation day for the past month.
"Huaner, did your master come back once in a long time?"
Walking slowly on the grass, breathing clearly and basking in the warm sun, Mo Xiaocheng was lazy. He turned to ask a beautiful girl of about fifteen or sixteen years old.
If Fang Yifeng saw Moxiao City intact and damaged here, he would probably be mad with anger. A month ago, he saw Moxiao City being shot by Tang Yuan, whose meridians were completely broken and his five internal organs were seriously injured. Even if the medical skill is no matter how high today, it is impossible to sit up and walk like an innocent person in just one month.
No one in the Tang and Yuan Dynasties knows his skill more clearly than Mo Xiaocheng, and he also doubts that it is a miracle that he is not dead, and he can walk like a normal person now.
This little girl named Huan-erh, with two pigtails of croissants, is very cute. She wrinkled her nose and said, "I don’t know when Master will come back. I remember once that Master didn’t come back until he went out for more than three months."
"By the way, Brother Xiaocheng, did you offend anyone outside? When the master sent you here, you were covered in bruises and tendons, and all the five internal organs were displaced. If it weren’t for the master’s superb medical skills and good martial arts, your life would be lost. It was really scary that day. I haven’t seen anyone hurt as badly as you. Fortunately, your martial arts are high enough and your body is good enough. If you were someone else, you would have been killed on the spot."
Mo Xiaocheng moved in his heart. "So your master cured all my injuries?"
Huan-erh looked at Mo Xiao-cheng strangely as if he had heard a funny joke. "Of course, I’m telling you, Brother Xiao-cheng, if it weren’t for my teacher’s words, you would have died this time, and the immortals couldn’t save you."
Mo Xiaocheng smiled lightly and nodded exaggeratedly. "Well, I’ll thank your master when he comes back."
Time Ran Ran is like sand flowing in your hand, which quickly slips out of your hand, and two months have passed quickly.
In these two months, Mo Xiaocheng didn’t see Master Huan-erh come back. For this great benefactor, Mo Xiaocheng guessed several times that his first name was life. The second is a master who is not good at Dan Dao; Third, the medical skill is extremely high. Fourth, he is an extraordinary person.
But he knows how high Tang Yuan’s martial arts are. Even if he and his brother Mo Weicheng are two masters of assimilation strength, they are definitely not an opponent of Tang Yuan.
And this man, who had known Tang Yuan for a lifetime, saved himself from Tang Yuan’s hand, which means that his martial arts must be higher than Tang Yuan’s, and at that time, there were more than one Tang Yuan, Fang Yifeng and two half-step gods blackening people. Hundreds of mafia gangsters Mo Xiaocheng couldn’t imagine how much martial arts it would take to break out with a dying man in this situation.
In the past two months, Mo Xiaocheng has been in good health for many times. It is unimaginable for ordinary people to connect the broken meridians of Mo Xiaocheng and warm up his five internal organs again. However, Mo Xiaocheng can’t do too much exercise, and he also knows that haste makes waste and slowly recuperate.
Every morning when he gets up, he breathes purple gas from the east, and then the fetal interest method is used to nourish Dantian and keep healthy.