Chapter 188 I am the Virgin Mary When Jing Yirong returned to the room, Mo Feiyu had already finished the meal and returned to bed.
Jing Yirong looked at Mo Feiyu, "Now because of you, all of us have become wanted prisoners, and we have become your accomplices whether we want to or not."
"It's Mo's fault that I've dragged everyone down." Mo Feiyu frowned with a hint of guilt.
Jing Yirong ignored Mo Feiyu's shame, "Originally I didn't need to care about you, but Scholar Tang owes you a favor and now he wants me to repay it for him."
Mo Feiyu remembered how he met Scholar Tang when he met the officers and soldiers in the restaurant, "Master Tang's favor was repaid when he rescued me from prison last time. No matter what happens in the future, it has nothing to do with him. I thank you all for your rescue, but
I hope your help ends here.”
"Just because you want to kill Xing Lie and Xing Feng?" Jing Yirong said bluntly, "I'm afraid they'll be quartered before they even get in front of them."
Mo Feiyu looked at Jing Yirong in shock, "How did you know?"
"Scholar Tang told me everything he knew. Now I just want to know the reason. Why do you want Xing Lie and Xing Feng to give me a reason and I will help you."
"I don't need anyone's help!" Mo Feiyu refused angrily, "I will take care of my own affairs."
Jing Yirong said disdainfully, "Your bravery will not lead to revenge. It will only make you die faster."
Mo Feiyu looked at Jing Yirong angrily, "I thank you for saving me, but my self-esteem will not allow you to step on me. I will avenge myself. Xing Lie and Xing Feng can only die in my hands."
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"Go out from here and see if you can still live." Jing Yirong pointed to the door, "I'm waiting to see you chop off the heads of Xing Lie and Xing Feng."
Mo Feiyu's resolute eyes burst out with a hardness that could not be ignored, which was a dignity that could not be touched. Mo Feiyu got out of bed with all the pain, gritting his teeth and dragging
He walked out of the room step by step with his injured body.
He moved two steps forward as if he had used all his strength. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead and he accidentally bumped into a table and chair. His whole body fell to the ground. He gritted his teeth and did not scream.
Seeing this, Nalan Qingyi couldn't help but stepped forward to help Mo Feiyu stand up and looked at Jing Yirong for help. Jing Yirong gently shook his head at Nalan Qingyi, and Nalan Qingyi sighed helplessly and relaxed.
Open Mo Feiyu.
Mo Feiyu just walked down the small attic step by step. Scholar Tang stood in front of the window and looked at Mo Feiyu's slumping back in silence, seeming to be thinking about something and not caring about anything.
Nalan Zhijin leaned against the door, "Master, he will definitely be killed if he goes out like this."
"I know when it's time to take action. His self-esteem is very strong but he has too much arrogance." Jing Yirong said thoughtfully, "Zhijin people can be arrogant but not excessive. Self-esteem is when facing the enemy.
Sometimes you have to protect yourself even if you die, and when facing someone who wants to help you, too much self-esteem will become arrogance and block other people's help, and you will also lose the best opportunity."
"I understand." Nalan Zhijin nodded repeatedly.
Jing Yirong suddenly thought of another person, "Zhijin wrote a letter to your seventh brother."
"Huh?" Nalan Zhijin raised his head in confusion and didn't understand why the master suddenly mentioned Seventh Brother.
"He is my apprentice just like you, but I can only teach you now. From now on, I will write a letter to your seventh brother every day. Don't say that I taught you these things, just say that it was taught by your sister Xiao Yan."
"I got it." Nalan Zhijin looked up at the master. The master had not forgotten Brother Qi. She also regarded Brother Qi as his apprentice. If Brother Qi wants you to know that Master will think of you in everything he does, you
Will you forgive the master?
When Mo Feiyu left the inn, he realized that the streets were full of officers and soldiers. He had no way to go. He changed into clean clothes and covered his face with a bamboo hat, hoping that this would block the eyes of the officers and soldiers. He endured the pain all the way.
I walked forward and saw a column of officers and soldiers approaching. I had no idea what to do, so I turned around and turned into an alley to escape the officers and soldiers' search. I relaxed my nervousness.
"Who is there?" When Mo Feiyu thought he was safe, several officers and soldiers appeared from nowhere on the right side. Mo Feiyu couldn't think about it and could only run away. He knew that if he was caught this time, he would
I really can't take revenge.
Because Mo Feiyu was injured all over his body, he could not match the speed of the officers and soldiers. In desperation, he fell to the ground again. The officers and soldiers caught up with Mo Feiyu without any effort and lifted the cover on Mo Feiyu.
With the bamboo hats on their heads, the officers and soldiers laughed, "Haha, we caught him and we don't know how much reward we will get."
"Yes, yes. If you pay more money, you can go to the cellar to see the girl."
Mo Feiyu looked at the disgusting faces of the officers and soldiers angrily, but no matter how hard he struggled, it was of no use. Jing Yirong stood on the roof. It was time for Saint Maliya to appear. Jing Yirong moved to the ground while the officers and soldiers were still there.
She rescued Mo Feiyu without knowing the situation. She felt dirty even touching those officers and soldiers who pretended to be men.
In the inn, Nalan Zhijin, Nalan Qingyi and Xiao Yan looked around Mo Feiyu on the bed. Finally, he woke up after looking at him for nearly half an hour. As soon as Mo Feiyu opened his eyes, he saw
Several enlarged faces couldn't help but shudder.
"You're awake." Nalan Qingyi said with a gentle smile.
Mo Feiyu raised his eyes and saw Jing Yirong standing in the house with the door open. Jing Yirong pointed to the door, "If you need my help, just ask. If you don't, you can get out now."
"No need." Mo Feiyu left the inn again.
Nalan Zhijin held up his chin with a frustrated look, "Why did you leave again? Master finally rescued me."
Scholar Tang appeared at the door without a trace, "Why didn't I think of this way to dampen his spirit before?" "Because you are stupid." Jing Yirong ignored Scholar Tang and followed Mo Feiyu out of the inn. Scholar Tang
Staring at Jing Yirong's back, "What's so great about you being smart?" "You are not allowed to speak ill of my master." Nalanzhi Jin stared at Scholar Tang with a keen eye, and Scholar Tang looked at Nalanzhi standing there again.
Behind Jin, Nalan Qingyi and Xiao Yan had the same eyes and the same expression, so they couldn't afford to offend him and they could hide. Little did he know that these people were all Jing Yi Rongdang.
Of course, Mo Feiyu was still discovered by the officers and soldiers, but he was still rescued by Jing Yirong. With Mo Feiyu now, let alone avoiding the heavy guards in this distant city, even Nalan Zhijin couldn't defeat him, and he still wanted to go
In Jing Yirong's eyes, the situation of the brothers Xing Lie and Xing Feng could only be regarded as a fantasy.
Nalan Zhijin watched Mo Feiyu walk out of the inn for the fifth time, rubbed his eyes and looked at Nalan Qingyi, "Brother, doesn't he feel tired?"
Nalan Zhijin touched Nalan Zhijin's head and said, "Perhaps only in this way can he recognize the fact. Sometimes needing someone's help is not considered a weak person. Instead, he is forced to do things that he cannot do.
A real weakling."
"I want to write this sentence to Brother Qi as well." Nalan Zhijin stood up, took out his pen and ink and started writing.
Jing Yirong glanced at the letter from Nalan Zhijin's men and then followed Mo Feiyu out of the inn. The stronger a man like Mo Feiyu is, the more stubborn he is. Sometimes being stubborn is not a bad thing. Jing Yirong
I followed Mo Feiyu and thought about it all the way. Now that I think about it, I am really becoming more and more like the Virgin Mary. Helping someone so without regrets may be a bit of a compliment, but for Jing Yirong, such a change is really too great.
Great. I wonder how Nalan Zhenqi will feel when he sees himself like this one day. Will he find it ridiculous or will he admit it helplessly?
When Jing Yirong rescued Mo Feiyu back to the inn again, Mo Feiyu did not go out again. He was silent for a long time and never raised his head no matter who spoke to him.
"Why didn't you run away?" After Mo Feiyu was rescued and returned to the inn, it took Jing Yirong a long time before he said a word to him.
Mo Feiyu laughed mockingly, "What if I run away and I'm not going to be caught like a loser by you."
"Don't you think you are great? How come you see the facts clearly now? Can you kill Xing Lie and Xing Feng?"
"Even if I can't, I will die with them."
"Perish together? Why do you want to die together with them? Mo Feiyu, you can't even crawl in front of them now, you can't hide from several officers and soldiers, and you are still talking big words. Do you believe that I can let Zhijin beat you now?
Get down?"
Mo Feiyu raised his face and looked at Jing Yirong, the sharpness in his eyes gradually diminished, like a wounded beast trying to wave its front paws but found that the sharp claws had long been cut off. Mo Feiyu's face laughed at himself, "Now
I am indeed nothing and can't do anything. I ran out six times and you rescued me six times. If it weren't for you, I would have been their meal. Why should I say that I want revenge, and why should I say that I want to take revenge with my own hands?
If I kill them, I will become a useless person who can't do anything!"
Jing Yirong's calm face became more and more gloomy as he listened to Mo Feiyu's words. When Mo Feiyu finished complaining, Jing Yirong approached Mo Feiyu violently, dragged him out of bed and threw him to the ground.
Mo Feiyu held his injured hand and leg and looked at Jing Yirong in shock, "What are you going to do?"
"I, Jing Yirong, have helped only a handful of people, but even if I can count them, I have never helped any loser. Why should I help you since you think you are a loser? You have wasted so much on me.
Time is torturing you now, which can be regarded as compensation." After Jing Yirong finished speaking, he stepped on Mo Feiyu's injured leg.
"Well." Mo Feiyu couldn't help but make a muffled sound in his throat, and the foot that fell on his leg seemed to tear open the skin of his leg like a knife. The pain penetrated to the bone marrow, and his face became paler because of the pain, "You,
Let me go."
"I haven't had enough yet, so you ask me to let you go?" A wicked smile appeared on Jing Yirong's lips, "Mo Feiyu can only be bullied if he becomes a loser!"