Chapter Thirteen: The Distance Between a Madman and a Genius
"Hmph! Let's go!"
With a cold snort, the axeman looked at Mo Wentian with more and more contempt. Then he waved his hand and strode towards the direction Mo Wentian pointed. Then the army of warriors behind him also hurriedly
Followed.
However, before Mo Wentian could take a breath, the axeman suddenly stood still and looked at Mo Wentian again, his big copper eyes narrowed slightly.
"You come with us too!"
Mo Wentian raised his head and looked into Axeman's eyes, his blood boiling. He knew in his heart that the other party did not completely believe what he said, and might even suspect that he was an accomplice of the so-called remnants of the Demon Sect. Don't look at this Axeman.
Although he was very rough, he was careful enough and did not leave Mo Wentian a chance to escape.
"good!"
Gritting his teeth hard, Mo Wentian finally lowered his head, and then silently walked into the crowd. Seeing that Mo Wentian was so aware of current affairs, the axeman showed a trace of satisfaction on his face, then turned around and started again
took steps.
No one was worried that Mo Wentian would take the opportunity to escape. After all, there were dozens of pairs of eyes staring at him. Mo Wentian stopped talking and just followed the team closely with a sullen face.
"No! With the opponent's strength, I'm afraid the problem will be discovered soon. I must get out as soon as possible!"
Mo Wentian knew in his heart that before long, the axeman would find that there were no traces of "prey" escaping on this road, and he would immediately suspect Mo Wentian.
And Mo Wentian didn't expect that the decision he made to gain momentum would actually put him in a dangerous situation.
Silently following the footsteps of everyone, Mo Wentian began to look at the warriors around him. Under the illumination of many torches, Mo Wentian saw clearly. Not only was he looking at others, but other warriors were also looking at them.
Looking at him with curiosity, after all, Mo Wentian's appearance was indeed too much of a coincidence.
"Um?"
After observing for a while, Mo Wentian saw some problems. He found that among this group of warriors, everyone had different attitudes towards him. Some were contemptuous, some were disdainful, some were regretful, and even more kind.
of.
When distinguishing each person based on their different attitudes, Mo Wentian suddenly discovered that the other person's attitude seemed to be closely related to his body type!
For example, those warriors who have a disdainful and disdainful attitude are basically those who are in the whip, hook and arch ways, while those who have a better attitude toward him are mostly those in the claw, ring and fan ways.
"What's going on? Could it be that there is a difference between hostility and friendliness among different systems?"
In addition, Mo Wentian also noticed something. The axeman at the front was surrounded by several powerful hookers and whippers. Judging from the aura of these people, they were not weak at all.
The eight-level tempered axe, but those few people held their torches high and diligently illuminated the path for the axe, seemingly only following the opponent's lead.
"Shouldn't warriors respect the strong? Or is this axeman quite powerful?"
With doubts in his heart, Mo Wentian suddenly felt a hand gently put on his shoulder. When he turned around in surprise, a huge feather fan appeared in front of Mo Wentian's eyes!
"Lozzi!"
Mo Wentian subconsciously exclaimed, and with this cry, the girl in sackcloth sank her hands and tightly grasped Mo Wentian's shoulders.
"How do you know my name!"
With a thought in his heart, Mo Wentian had a flash of thought in the flash of lightning, and an escape plan immediately took shape in his mind.
"This is a long story. Please invite Brother Friday to come out as well. I have something to tell you."
Looking at Mo Wentian's pretending to be mysterious, Luo Qi hesitated for a moment, but still suppressed the doubts in his heart. He took Mo Wentian's arm and pulled Mo Wentian to the second half of the team.
The boy with a handsome face immediately came up to him, it was Friday, the stick master.
But this time, Mo Wentian discovered that behind Friday's back, the long green-ink stick disappeared without a trace, replaced by a short pestle in Friday's hand.
"Why have you turned into a pest again?"
A flash of surprise flashed in Wu Wu's eyes, and then he raised a finger in front of his mouth, as if to hint to Mo Wentian not to say anything. However, this made Mo Wentian even more confused.
"Junior Sister Luo Qi, is this...?"
"You just said you had something to say to us?"
Luo Qi ignored Friday's question and did not give Mo Wentian a chance to continue asking. Instead, he gently held the giant feather fan in front of him, as if if Mo Wentian's answer did not satisfy her, he would blow it away.
Don't ask the fan to fly to the sky.
"Ahem, it's like this. Wentian has heard about these two young talents for a long time, and after I heard that you were going to form a new sect, I have always been interested, but I have never had the chance to meet them.
We are acquaintances, and when we meet today, I am naturally very happy."
Mo Wentian was flattering secretly, his face was not red, his heart was not beating, and he looked directly at Luo Qi with a pair of sincere and clear eyes, without any hesitation, and it seemed that he was really sincere.
Just kidding, when Mo Wentian was begging in his previous life, if he didn't have certain acting skills, how could he win people's sympathy and survive for more than ten years?
Therefore, Mo Wentian is a natural actor.
"So, you heard our conversation last time in the thorn forest?"
Mo Wentian looked calm and nodded subconsciously. The next moment, Mo Wentian opened his eyes wide and looked at Luo Qi as if he had seen a ghost. The other person's thinking was too jumping and he guessed right.
Completely ignoring the acting skills that Mo Wentian is proud of.
"Don't these two have mental problems? Do you think all the madmen in this world have the ability to read minds?"
He screamed in his heart. He originally thought that his lie was a sure thing, but it could not even be deceived by two people with absolutely flawed IQs. Suddenly, Mo Wentian's face was filled with shock.
"Who are you……"
"It's very simple, you are the first target we win over, and so far, you are also the only target, so I'm sorry, no one else knows about our plan yet.
"At that time, I had doubts about why you suddenly lost your aura. Now that I think about it, I'm afraid you used some special means. Only in this way can I explain why you know so much."
"And the most important thing, you may not know that except for that time when he was tracking you, Friday has always appeared as a pestle master, not a stick master. Now, do you understand?"
Mo Wentian opened his mouth wide and stared at this heroic girl in stunned silence. Mo Wentian was indeed caught off guard by the many flaws in the sentence just now, but the fact that the other party could judge it in such a short time was enough for him to
Mo Wentian was extremely shocked.
"No wonder I heard people say that there is often only a thin line between madness and genius..."
Mo Wentian muttered secretly in his heart, but Luo Qi didn't seem to have finished his speculation yet. He spoke as fast as his footsteps without slowing down at all, and his eyes were fixed on Mo Wentian.
"That is to say, in fact, you don't really want to join our sect. You must have an ulterior motive. Judging from the current situation, you should be trying to escape with the help of the two of us!"
"Judging from the look on your face, I must have guessed it right, so why did you want to get away? Well, let me think about it..."
At this moment, Mo Wentian felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. He had never thought that this fan master named Luo Qi could be such a terrifying figure. Now it seems that his intention to target these two people is tantamount to
Throw yourself into a trap!
"Forget it, pretend I didn't say that..."
Mo Wentian knew something was wrong and wanted to leave the two of them, but at this moment, Luo Qi reached out and pulled his arm. His eyes were shining with an unknown light, and the corner of his mouth had already curled up into a smile that was not a smile.
"You're scared! The reason why you're scared is because you're going to be in trouble. You're so hasty to seek help from two strangers like us. It's obvious that you're pressed for time. It seems that you lied about Han Xing's escape direction!"
Han Xing? It seems that this is the name of the tall and thin man who was hunted by everyone, the remnant of the ancient demon sect. But now Mo Wentian has no time to think about it, because Luo Qi just based on one of his lies.
If the truth is surmised, once it is known to dozens of other warriors, especially the powerful axe, Mo Wentian's ten lives may not be enough to compensate him!
Almost in the blink of an eye, Mo Wentian quickly raised his right hand that was holding the broken knife. However, the trajectory of the broken knife had just reached Mo Wentian's waist when a pair of steady hands gently pressed on the broken knife.
above the handle.
"Junior sister Luo Qi is really talented and smart, Bingxue is smart..."
Friday's deep voice sounded immediately, and Luo Zi rolled his eyes without any concealment.
"How many times have I told you to call me Sect Leader!"
"Okay junior sister, it looks like this little brother is going to fight for his life."
Whether intentionally or unintentionally, it was his right hand holding the pestle that was pressed against the handle of the broken knife on Friday. In the interplay of firelight, six clearly visible traces of blood fell heavily on Mo Wentian's eyes, which made Mo Wen
Tian Yi's heart suddenly sank to the bottom.
"Looking at your appearance, it seems that you have just entered the world. Let me ask you, do you know the meaning of these four words, Ancient Demon Sect?"
"have no idea."
Mo Wentian shook his head gently. Judging from the other party's attitude, it seemed that he was not prepared to make his lies public. In an instant, he thought of the arrogance of these two people in establishing a sect. Perhaps, the so-called ancient
The Demon Sect is simply ignored by others!
"It seems that you finally told the truth this time. It seems that you have nothing to do with Han Xing, so why did you deliberately point in the wrong direction?"
This time, Mo Wentian no longer answered, but slowly cast his eyes at the front of the team, looking at the tall figure with a cold light in his eyes.