There were two pillows stacked behind Mo, and all the brothers were surrounding him in front of his window. Xiao Wu and Dye Mo are also on the side, but Mo San on the side, but his originally rough face has added two smears of blue and black to his original rough face at the moment, looking at the size, it looks like someone's fist left.

Looking at the palms of the two of them, Mo Yi's pale face was dyed with a touch of joy, and before this joke reached the bottom of his eyes, he was met with Xiao Wu's cold glance, "If you want to dye ink and continue to heal your wounds, immediately put away that eye-catching smile for me." ”

There is still shyness on the dyed ink face, Rao is so, after listening to Xiao Wu's words, he still nodded lightly, looking like a husband and a husband. It's too late for sweetness in his heart at the moment, where will there be a slight refutation of Xiao Wu's words.

"Cough, cough" glanced at the fate of the third brother, Mo Yi hurriedly put away his smile, maybe he was a little sick, but he was choked by his own saliva.

The brothers on the side moved to the side without a trace, and when they reached the range where they thought they were safe from the fifth brother (younger brother), they laughed a few times, "Xiaoyi, what are you going to do this time?"

As if he didn't notice the stagnant air around him, Xiao Wu dusted off the stone bed twice, and then pulled the dyed ink to sit down next to the ink body.

"After reporting to the master, let's make plans. Mo Yi pondered for a moment, and then opened his lips and said: "The responsibility for this matter lies with me, before leaving, the master specially explained that I must beware of the three princes cheating, if it wasn't for my carelessness, how could I fall into his way." ”

Having said that, the cunning of the three princes still exceeded their expectations, and he hid too deeply in front of the ministers on weekdays, although he was forced to escort grain and grass for his lord this time, he must have been extremely unwilling in his heart. I'm afraid that he can't wait for something to go wrong, so that the master will be deflated.

They were a little confused about Ling Qixuan's decision this time, only Mo Yi's hand shrunk in the quilt and clenched it, thinking that he had caught some clues.

"In that case, let's all go out and let Xiaoyi have a good rest. Xiao Wu pulled the dyed ink and got up, and the rest of the people also followed behind them, leaving only Mo to rest in the cave.

When all their figures disappeared, Mo Yi held the hand in his sleeve before he dared to take it out, and he leaned against the stone wall behind him, and the uncontrollable pain hit one after another. In front of the brothers, he tried his best to hold himself as if it was normal, otherwise, he was afraid that they would go to the third prince to fight hard and miss the master's plan.

The needle shot out of the whip of the third prince was not ordinary, but the barbs on the five-centimeter needle were erected, and the needle was hollow, like a blood trough. Quenching poison in the needle, it melts when it encounters blood. Fortunately, Dye Mo came with all the equipment this time, otherwise Mo Yi's life would have been confessed long ago.

The stone wall was cold to the bone, and it took about half an hour before the pain in his chest eased, and the hippie smiling face of the past disappeared, and Mo Yi's eyes were only gloomy, and this revenge would be avenged.

As early as after Mo Yi was injured, the news came back to Ling Qixuan, and he crushed the sealed secret letter in his hand, there was no one in the tent, and the atmosphere was a little infiltrating. The candle flame went out, reflecting the inky bellflower in the corner of his eye, the meaning was unknown. After thinking about it for a moment, he decided to go himself.

The moon hangs on the west mountain, and the thief is after dusk. If the army learns of the looting of grain and grass, it is afraid that there will be a riot. Passing through the quiet tents, Ling Qixuan did not stop and shot towards the rear of the army.

Under the cover of mountains and forests, Ling Ruan also took his men who had lost thirty percent to rest in place, surrounded by layers of large tents in the middle, but it was a cover to confuse the enemy. Ling Ruan was in the third tent on the right hand side of the large tent, and at this moment he was at a loss for what to do with the fold in front of him.

It stands to reason that the three princes should beat gongs and drums and celebrate all over the streets, but the reality is always unsatisfactory. In order to minimize the responsibility from himself, Ling Ruan had lost a few hairs.

The case was surrounded by ink-stained paper, and the ink-polishing attendant in front of him trembled his legs, for fear that his master's anger would affect him. His subordinates are constantly working, and occasionally he will sneak a glimpse of his master's reaction, and if things are not right, he can act at the right time.

Ling Ruan's eyebrows were furrowed together, a Sichuan character was twisted on his forehead, and the sound of the inkstone grinding was heard in his heart, adding a little more annoyance, and suddenly, he threw the wolf in his hand on the case, and with a stretch of his long arm, all the things on the case were swept to the ground.

The little minion hurriedly retreated, knelt down towards Ling Ruan with a "poof", and kept begging for mercy in his mouth, "The master's anger is all the slave's fault." ”

Ling Qixuan stood in a shadow outside the tent, looking at the farce in the tent, pulling the corners of his mouth to hook a contemptuous arc, and then stopped staying, turned to leave, leaving only the annoying angry scolding in the tent.

"It's all waste, what's the use of me raising you!" Ling Ruan kicked on the little minion in front of him, Xu was a little too strong, and he finally retracted castration when he wanted to kick it again. The white paper flew in the air, all because of the momentum brought by his kick.

"A large group of people, even a few robbers couldn't stop them, and they all raised their heads to give the Holy God his life. The monstrous anger was hard to suppress, and Ling Ruan angrily pointed his finger at the little eunuch who was kneeling on the ground and was submissive, how could he look at him like this.

Thinking of today's loss, Ling Ruan couldn't help but darken his face, it couldn't be that the cunning Ling Qixuan instructed someone to do it, just to let himself be blackened like this. The anger that rushed above his head rose slightly, and he felt that this idea was too ridiculous. If it's really him, I'm afraid I can't wait to take one of my own now.

Sitting on the hard chair in a daze, Ling Ruan stroked his sideburns, which were a little painful, only to feel that the blood flow in his body was two points faster than usual. After thinking about it, I still don't know how to write, recalling today's everything, and a trace of weakness suddenly rises in my heart.

The courage of that group of mountain bandits is different from that of ordinary bandits, knowing that this is the food and grass of the army, they still say that they will rob it, and each martial art is superb, and one person can be worth ten. Ling Ruan searched carefully in his mind, but he had never heard of when such an organization appeared in Dongling's territory.

Ling Ruan's right hand exerted force, and the armrest of the wooden chair stained with a thin layer of pulp broke in response, and he sneered. Although they robbed the grain and grass, the leader of the mountain bandits did not get any benefit from him, and only hated that what was hidden in the leather whip was not the poison that sealed the throat with blood, and it was good to take his life. Even so, the leader of the mountain bandits is afraid that it will be painful for a few days, and they all say that their hearts and minds are connected, and he ordered someone to specially create a secret weapon, but he must enjoy it.

Something flashed through his mind, and by the time Ling Ruan wanted to capture it, it was too late. In a trance, he only felt that the figure of the man seemed to have seen it somewhere, and when he had to investigate it carefully, this feeling disappeared again. Well, if he can see this man again, he must be cut with a thousand knives.

"Come, wait for me to wash. Throwing the wolf in his hand on the table, and shaking off the fallen sawdust on his body, Ling Ruan got up and walked to the side.

The little minion who had been kneeling all the time trembled as if he had been pardoned. Ling Qixuan didn't look at it, let the two young men with beautiful eyebrows loosen their clothes for him, the young man's dexterous hands lit a cluster of flames on him, Ling Ruan waved his hand and scolded the little minion, but today he was a little tired.