Beyond the woods is a hillside covered with grass.
When walking through the dense forest, the trees growing everywhere slightly hindered the iron-masked man's huge body. As soon as he left the forest, his speed became faster by three points. He was like a ferocious giant cheetah. Mo Yu ran with all his strength for two seconds. Bai Yuzhang was finally caught up
When Ximen Tong rushed out of the woods, he happened to see the iron-faced man on the hillside in the distance and caught up with Mo Yu. He punched her with a "bang" sound and hit her on the back. Mo Yu grunted like a Like a kite with its string broken, it flew three feet diagonally and then fell on the grass.
The iron-faced man took a step forward and bullied Mo Yu, who was already lying on the ground. He raised his right fist in front of him and was about to strike down.
"Stop!" Ximen Tong yelled and ran straight over using his zuqinggong [
"Aren't you going to kill someone? Come on, kill me first." Ximen Tong knew that although the martial arts of this iron-faced giant was extremely high, what was even more terrifying was the emotion and lack of hesitation in killing people. It was as if human life depended on this giant man. There is no value in his eyes. This was the case when he killed Li Shaoyou.
He screamed as hard as he could for fear that the iron-masked man would punch Mo Yu to death. Now he had made up his mind that even if he died, he would die before Mo Yu.
The iron-faced man's raised fist stopped in the air, and he turned back to glance at Ximen Tong, who was running towards him. Suddenly, he stretched out his left hand and grabbed Mo Yu's throat, lifting her whole body into the air. At this time, Mo Yu's eyes were tightly closed. His body was limp and blood was dripping from the corners of his mouth. He had lost consciousness and did not know whether he was alive or dead.
"Put her down." Ximen Tong rushed forward in an instant. He roared, his eyes almost bursting with fire, and he swung his fists towards the iron-faced giant.
Ximen Tong's fist was extremely fast and fierce, but it was still not as powerful as this iron-faced giant. Before his fist could reach the opponent, he was already hit on the shoulder, causing him to fly backwards and fall heavily to the ground.
The "Yan Qing Fist" practiced by Ximen Tong is a martial art that relies on skill to win. If it were a normal fight, he might be able to dismantle and resist the opponent's moves. However, in such a fierce fight, his speed and strength are inferior to this iron face. The giant man Laoyuan was knocked down in less than one move
The iron-faced man looked down at the beautiful boy who fell to the ground and walked over step by step. He was still holding Mo Yu in his left hand, as if he was effortlessly doing so.
The little bit of vitality that Ximen Tong had just shot was still forcibly brought up. At this time, he was lying on the ground and had lost the power to resist. Seeing the iron-faced man lift his giant palm, he opened his eyes and stared at the other man's face with "color" in his heart. I just thought that it was finally too late to die with her.
At this moment, the iron-masked man suddenly stopped and tilted his head as if listening to something.
Ximen Tong's ears were also very sensitive, but because he was at the critical moment of life and death, he didn't pay attention at this moment. However, he immediately heard a faint flute sound coming from the distance. In the wilderness of this dark night, the flute sound was extremely soft and subtle. It is quite similar to the sound of wind and it obviously comes from a very far away place.
After listening for a few breaths, the iron-faced giant suddenly let out a strange low roar, stepped back two steps, and dropped the Mo Yu he was holding in his hand. Then he jumped out five or six feet away, and then flew forward again. He jumped a few feet, leaving behind Ximen Tong and Mo Yu, and ran towards the direction of the sound of the flute.
Ximen Tong watched the iron-faced giant fly away and instantly disappeared into the mountains and forests without a trace. This devil-like master actually didn't kill them and inexplicably retreated at the last moment. He just felt unbelievable.
But at this time, Ximen Tong couldn't think about anything more, so he crawled to Mo Yu's side to check her life and death.
Mo Yu was still breathing but suffered severe internal injuries. Moreover, the iron-faced man grabbed her by the neck and lifted her up. The side of her neck was pierced by the opponent's nails, leaving several black and purple blood marks, which were actually as bright as Ximen Tong's.
Usually poisoned
Ximen Tong immediately took out a "poison-delaying pill" from his arms, put it in his mouth, bit it into pieces, faced Mo Yu's soft lips, and put it into her mouth.
Mo Yu is now unconscious. This is the only way to make her swallow the "Yan Du Pill", which can also make the medicine take effect faster. Using this kind of mouth-to-mouth delivery on a girl
The method of medicine is inappropriate at ordinary times, but at this critical moment of life and death, Ximen Tong can no longer care about it.
After taking the "pill", Mo Yu's breathing was intermittent. Ximen Tong checked her pulse and felt that her heartbeat was very weak. For a moment, he only felt worried that this little girl would die and opened his mouth to shout in her ear.
: "Mo'er, Mo'er, can you hear me? Please wake up."
Ximen Tong yelled more than a dozen times, Mo Yu still closed his eyes and responded. His heart became even more anxious. He felt that his throat was sweet and a mouthful of blood surged into his throat. The poisonous wounds on his body were already serious. He had been hit by a giant man again just now. He saw it before his eyes.
Seeing Mo Yu's current situation, he was so angry and injured that he just thought that if Mo Yu died, he would die with her.
He covered his chest with his hands and managed to force down the mouthful of blood. He fell to the grass and panted, but suddenly he heard Mo Yu say: "Master... you... are you okay?" [
Ximen Tong looked up and saw that Mo Yu had woken up and turned around at some point. He couldn't help but rushed forward and put his arms around her shoulders and said, "I'm so good and you can wake up, so how can I be bad?"
Mo Yu said: "Just now...it seemed like someone kissed Mo'er...but the young master..."
Hearing this, Ximen Tong couldn't help but feel embarrassed. Although Mo Yu was unconscious just now, he still had some vague consciousness, and the act of feeding medicine with his mouth was actually no different from kissing. When she asked Ximen Tong, she really didn't know how to answer.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Mo Yu guessed the answer in her heart. Her face was originally pale, but now there was a trace of blush.
Ximen Tong said: "You were seriously injured and you were poisoned. Although I have fed you the 'Poison-Delaying Pill', you'd better not talk too much and take a rest first."
Mo Yu shook his head slightly and said: "Mo'er was hurt too badly... Ying... probably won't recover, but there are still... there are many things in my heart. If I don't say them now, I'm afraid... I'm afraid it's an opportunity...
Young Master said..."
Ximen Tong said anxiously: "What are you talking about? You were just punched and poisoned. Now that you have taken the medicine, the poison will not attack for a while. As long as you rest, you will be fine."
Although he said this, he also knew in his heart that this was not the case. Such poisonous injuries on his own body might not be fatal, but the situation on Mo Yu's body was different.
Her Qinggong may not be as weak as Ximen Tong's, but her foundation of internal strength is far inferior to that of being punched hard by the iron-faced man. Her internal injuries are already serious, and "Yandu Pill" cannot detoxify, and its effect can only delay the onset of the poison.
After a brief delay, Mo Yu was so seriously injured that she could no longer use her internal strength to force out the poison. If she continued like this, she would definitely die when the poison took effect.
Mo Yu's eyes showed a look of begging and he said: "Mo'er's injury... I know it myself. I just ask the young master to be willing... to listen to what I have to say. Even if Mo'er dies... he can die with peace of mind."
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Ximen Tong was anxious and only thinking about how to save Mo Yu's life. He wanted to tell her to stop talking and try to adjust her breathing, but at this moment, seeing the pleading look on her face, she suddenly felt unbearable. He said, "Okay, if you have anything to say, I will listen carefully."
The corner of Mo Yu's mouth curved slightly to show a smile. She took a few breaths and then continued: "Mo'er always...always goes against you when we go out this time. I'm not allowed to drink alcohol and...take away your banknotes. Young Master!" ...Aren't you angry?"
If it were said that a day ago, Ximen Tong was really angry with this little girl who was better than him in everything. However, after what happened overnight, how could he still be angry? Then he said softly: "I'm not angry, I don't care about you. I won’t be angry no matter what I do.”
Mo Yu said: "Is it true? In fact, I did this... I did this on purpose... Do you know the reason?"
Ximen Tong said: "I don't know."
Mo Yu stared at Ximen Tong's face infatuatedly and said: "Actually, I did this... because I wanted... to attract Young Master's attention... I felt in my heart when I saw Young Master Mo'er for the first time at Bukou Bridge... I just like you. But Young Master Ximen is so young and handsome...and has good martial arts skills. There must be many...many women who like Mo'er. If it weren't for...if I didn't deliberately make the Young Master angry...I'm afraid the Young Master wouldn't remember me... "
Ximen Tong is young, handsome and comes from a wealthy family. He is the proud son of heaven and is indeed very popular with women. There are many suitors in Wuyang City and Changsha City. There have been many bold women who have expressed their feelings to him, but he has rejected them all. However, Mo Yu's confession at this moment moved him like never before.
For a moment, Ximen Tong's heart was filled with excitement, grief and indignation. He stretched out his hands to hold Mo Yu tightly in his arms and said loudly: "I will definitely remember that Mo'er will never forget me in this life. I owe you many lives anyway." I still have no choice but to compensate myself to you. When we return to Biluo Mountain, I will go to Mrs. Yiyi to propose marriage. You must be willing to marry me, right?"
A happy smile appeared on the corner of Mo Yu's mouth: "Of course Mo'er is willing... Master said that I would die immediately... I would be willing to die..."
She reached into her arms and took out a folded silk handkerchief and said: "The defense plan of Huaiqing City's army...Mo'er has...all been drawn on this silk handkerchief...Master, take it and hurry up." Return to Biluo Mountain and hand it over to Young Master Hua. I’m afraid Mo’er won’t be able to…can’t follow the young master anymore…”