Mo Guo'er struggled desperately in fright, desperately retreating, but she had just danced so fiercely, her strength had already been exhausted, and her body was already a little uncomfortable, the more she struggled, the more powerless she became. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Watching the man take off his pants and open her legs, he wanted to violate her.

She closed her eyes as if she were dead.

She thought, although she was unwilling, but what could she do?

Rather than being violated, it is better to die like this.

She was about to bite her tongue and kill herself, but the man on her body suddenly fell to the ground with a sudden thud halfway through her movements, and behind him, there was a cold golden arrow.

Mo Guo'er opened her eyes as the man approached.

She will never forget this image for the rest of her life.

The black wind, the purple black robe, the gaudy and tight thin lips, the fiery red eyes dyed with the slightest demonic ruthlessness, she approached step by step, the wide robe floating, and the gold-handled bow in her hand.

"It's you."

When she saw her face clearly, Mo Guoer covered her lips and coughed gently.

Wang Ying glanced at her lightly, and was relieved to see that although her clothes were torn off, she was not violated in the end.

Turning to look at the person who fell to the ground, she bent down slightly, stretched out her hand to pull the arrow out of Kuta's back, and saw the Yin Hong blood stained on it, she frowned in disgust: "It's just dirty my baby." ”

After Mo Guo'er relieved herself, she propped herself up and sat up, her clothes were already broken and she couldn't wear them, she covered her body and was about to stand up, when she suddenly felt a sinking on her shoulders, and a black cloak fell, it was the black cloak that Wang Ying had just tied around her neck.

Mo Guo'er looked inexplicably stunned.

She glanced down at the golden thread on the edge of the black robe, then looked up at Wang Ying, whose face had returned to indifference, and asked, "Why are you here?" ”

Wang Ying took out the golden silk handkerchief from her arms and wiped the blood beads on the arrow little by little, she didn't look up at her, only replied coldly: "You are too weak, if you want to survive here, with your little combat power, you will die sooner or later." ”

Mo Guo'er bit her lip and had nothing to say.

It seems that they are really good one by one, but she ......

"Is he dead?"

Her eyes fell to the ground, and when she saw Kuta lying on the ground, she took a step back with some fear, and asked with trembling lips.

"Dead."

Wang Ying wiped the arrow clean, smashed the handkerchief in his palm, and threw it into the wind.

She turned and squatted down, drew the sword at her waist, carved a cumbersome pattern in the upper left corner of his forehead, and then stretched out her slender hand to lift him gently, unleashed light exercises, and walked away.

As soon as Mo Guo'er saw that she was leaving, she immediately chased after her for a few steps and shouted, "Wang Ying!" ”

Wang Ying's footsteps paused in the air, and she turned to her and said, "Today's event is when you haven't seen anything, Kuta has never come, you have not been frightened, and I have not been here. Clean up all the pieces of clothing on the floor and wipe them off if there is blood. ”

After saying this, seeing that although she was wrapped in her clothes, she was still shivering, she frowned and said, "It's cold outside, you go in quickly." ”

"I ...... Thank you! ”

Mo Guo'er looked at the place where she disappeared, and said words of thanks in hindsight.

But Wang Ying couldn't hear it anymore.

Mo Guohe gathered her cloak and looked at the place where Wang Ying disappeared for a while, then turned around and walked into the tent, before anyone returned, she hurriedly packed up the rags on the ground, and rubbed the faint blood on the ground with her feet.

"Mo Guo'er, what are you doing?"

It was dark and hazy, and she was already frightened when she suddenly heard this voice, she let out a frightened "wow" and turned around and threw herself into the tent.

Nalan Mu wondered, touched his face, was he so terrible?

Coming in with a medicine bowl, seeing her sitting there with her shoulders swaying and losing her soul, although Nalan Mu was quite strange about how she looked like a frightened bird, she didn't think much about it, put the bowl in front of her, and said: "Drink it, I'll come to you in the evening, you're not there, although it's a little late to drink at this time, but it's also good, drink it and sleep, and the effect of the medicine is well absorbed." ”

Mo Guo'er looked at the steaming medicine on the table, her heart finally settled, she picked up the bowl and drank the medicine, and she didn't stop taking a breath in the middle.

It wasn't until the bowl bottomed out that she smoothed the breath in her heart.

When she handed the bowl to Nalan Mu, she asked him, "Sir, have you just arrived?" ”

"No, it's been a while, what's wrong?"

"What about you...... Did you see anything? Mo Guo'er looked at him nervously.

Nalan Mu raised his eyebrows: "Should I see anything?" ”

I have to say that the literati of the Southern Han Dynasty are more skillful in speaking, and Mo Guoer, who asked him this, was suddenly stunned.

Who is Naranmu?

The Southern Han Dynasty is in charge of the affairs of the Cabinet of the Southern Han Dynasty, dealing with different officials all the year round, and looking at people's faces can be described as perfect, Mo Guoer's simple temperament is not his opponent at all, and Nalan Mu can see the clue in one sentence.

He put the bowl aside, squinted and asked, "You seem to have been frightened just now, what happened?" ”

"Nope." Mo Guo'er shook her head.

Nalan Mu said: "You are still young, you must tell what happened, don't hide your discomfort, it will not be good for your health." Even if you don't want to say it to me, you can talk about Zapi, you know? ”

"yes, I know." Mo Guo'er forced a smile to herself.

Nalan Mu glanced at her again, and saw that she didn't plan to tell him the truth, and he was not reluctant, so he took the bowl and left, "Then you can rest, and I will bring you the medicine tomorrow morning." ”

"Thank you, sir."

"Rest early."

The curtain fell, and Nalan Mu walked to where Mo Guo'er was standing just now.

When the twilight was shrouded, he couldn't see anything clearly, he crouched down, his eyes were bent over the ground and looked carefully, when he saw a blood-red strip, he squinted, stretched out his fingers to wipe it, and then took it to his nose and sniffed it, his face changed slightly.

The smell of blood?

He half-squatted and glanced at Mo Guo'er's tent, then looked up and swept around, wondering in his heart, whose blood?

His face was solemn, and after putting the bowl back in his place, he immediately went to find Kurilie.

Kurilje left the bonfire and took Zapi to the backcourt, where Tahak and the others lived. As soon as he came, Tahak immediately sent people to guard outside the tent, and after the two of them reached the innermost end, Tahak asked him, "What is the plan?" ”

Hu Lilie said lightly: "Wait a minute, I don't know Gu Etuo's plan for the time being, if he uses me, we can use him to strengthen the momentum and recruit people from the Jinwu clan, if not, then ......"

Suddenly, Lilie squinted coldly, and before the word "kill" could be spoken, Kumo was heard shouting outside: "Nalan Mu, you can't go in." ”

"I'm looking for something to do with Kurillie."

"You can't get in that either!"

For Kumo, the Han people are all enemies, even if they join their camp, they are also hostile elements, and this gang of Tahak people completely hated the Han people because of Lin Fengque.

Nalan Mu knew that he was deliberately making things difficult for him, and he was not angry, and shouted into the tent: "Suddenly Lilie, something happened to Mo Guo'er." ”

After shouting, he didn't look at Cuomo's angry face, and the old god stood by and looked at the distant sky.

After a while, Hu Lilie lifted the curtain and asked in a deep voice, "What's wrong with her?" ”