Mo Nanjue took out a rope from his waist and pulled it down lightly, "This is much more useful than vines."

The men in black walked out one after another, and one of them took a root and handed it to Mo Beiyan.

After the people ahead walked away, a few people came out from behind the woods. Mo Nanjue looked up and said, "You guys come first, I will deal with it."

Mo Beiyan pulled the rope in his hand, "I'll do it first!"

He said as he unbuttoned the buckle chain at the top, raised his hand and threw the rope out, hung it on the tree trunk opposite with a soothing sound. Mo Beiyan reached out and pulled it down, "I'm leaving!"

He wrapped the rope around his arm, kicked the tree trunk on the side with his long legs, and his body swung over instantly...

Mo Nanjue was looking down at the tracker, and the man in black next to him suddenly exclaimed, "Oh no, I took the wrong rope. The old master's rope was still the one developed by Young Master An..."

At this moment, Mo Beiyan felt that the rope on his arm was loose. He narrowed his eyes and found that the rope hanging on the trunk opposite the tree began to break!

"Damn! What the hell is this *******?!"

Others were still in the air, and if there was a slight mistake, they would fall into the swamp. Mo Nanjue quickly threw away the tracker, threw the rope in his hand, wrapped it around his arm, and swayed it on the branches!

Tear-

The rope on Mo Beiyan's arm was completely broken, and he fell into the swamp, "Damn, this will be broken too?"

Is he that fat?!

Mo Beiyan had no time to react, and suddenly someone was hugged on his waist. Mo Nanjue used both hands to push hard on his back!

"careful!"

After Mo Beiyan was pushed out, he rolled onto the lawn on the other side. Mo Nanjue then swung over. The rope in his hand was stretched into his arms because he used too much force. The man pursed his thin lips tightly, and he fell down with a loss of force.

The rising wind scattered the birds hovering on the branches...

Mo Beiyan supported himself and walked over. Mo Nanjue lay on his side without moving. The man squatted down and found that he was tightly covering his right arm, "What's wrong?"

Mo Nanjue frowned, and the muscles on his right arm jumped and hurt. He gritted his teeth, and each word was squeezed out with difficulty, "Don't touch me, let me lie down."

"Don't touch you, is your hand hurt? Let me take a look," Mo Beiyan said as he wanted to pull his shoulder. Mo Nanjue suddenly turned his head with a gloomy look, "Don't touch me!"

“…”

So angry.

Mo Beiyan squatted beside him and did not move anymore. Several men in black also swung over one after another, "Master, I'm sorry, I took it wrong..."

Mo Beiyan waved his hand, and the man in black walked over to see this, "Young Master..."

"Don't talk, let him lie down."

Mo Nanjue turned his head, his delicate face next to the grass, and his right arm hurt so much that it seemed to be twisted off by someone. He was very familiar with this feeling...

He has experienced countless times in four years, and he is already very tolerant, but every time he adapts, it still hurts so much that he can't stand up.

It was because he was too familiar with him that he didn't dare to move.

An action may affect the nerves in the whole body...

As time passed by minute by minute, Mo Beiyan took the tracker from the man in black, and the little red dot became farther and farther away, gradually exceeding the tracking range.

He took the initiative and didn't intend to say anything, but Mo Nanjue suddenly raised his head slightly, "How far is it?"

Mo Beiyan reached out and held his shoulder, "How are you?"
Chapter completed!