Chapter 11: Don't Move Your Hands
Mo Hongqing's face suddenly approached, and the hot breath hit the root of his ears when he spoke, itchy, Jun Mufan withdrew his hand, turned it cautiously, looked away, and muttered in his mouth, "Just talk, don't move your hands and feet." ”
Mo Hongqing stood up straight disapprovingly, looked at his somewhat unnatural demeanor, and smiled, "Didn't you do it first?" ”
"Didn't you go to ask for someone, and still go?" Jun Mufan glanced at him, turned around and half-lay in the chair, no longer looking at him.
Mo Hongqing didn't say anything more, just frowned slightly.
Jun Mufan pinched his eyebrows, this Mo Hongqing really has a yin and damaged energy, and the person is fake, but it is just to block Su Huang.
Seeing that he was standing still, Jun Mufan coughed and urged, "If you want to go, go as soon as possible, Su Xiaohuang must be on fire at this time, and his two girls who have been tortured by him will come back to life, waiting to be fed." ”
Speaking of this, Jun Mufan couldn't help but cover his mouth and smile, the glass of wine on his face was not an ordinary wine, it could pass through the skin and ignite the bath fire, so that the beast was very strong, and the sows were double eyelids.
Of course, Mo Hongqing knew what he meant, his eyes seemed to be sharp, but he was not threatening at all, his tone was a little blameful, but he couldn't say helplessness, there was even a trace of softness, and he nodded at him with his hand, "You are really naughty." ”
He asked for it, who let him hack the master, he deserved it.
Mo Hongqing immediately summoned people, took the local officials, held the sword, and went to Su Huang's residence in a mighty way, without waiting for a report, he broke in directly, saying that Jun Mufan was taken away by his people and has not returned yet, so let them hand over the people.
Su Huang was fighting fiercely in the room, and before the primordial desire was fully released, he heard the announcement outside, saying that the prince was coming, he turned on one side, almost broken, convulsions in pain, and pounded on the wall with anger, stiff, full of spring, even if he tidied up his clothes, sweaty hair, and weak legs, people were really curious, what he had just done.
Su Huang hurried out and saw the local officers and soldiers in military uniforms in the courtyard.
Mo Hongqing clenched his fists with his hands, cleared his throat, and asked him to hand over the person.
Su Huang couldn't help but tremble, "Bai Gongzi has already gone back." ”
Mo Hongqing sat on the tall horse and chuckled, "You picked people up, but you didn't send them back, and now you say that he has gone back, but I haven't seen anyone in this palace." ”
"Bai Gongzi's martial arts skills may go to other places to play, Your Highness doesn't have to worry." Su Huang collapsed, his brain was ignorant, his consciousness was in a trance, and he didn't speak thoughtfully.
Mo Hongqing's tone was suddenly serious, and with Ling Ran, who was not angry and arrogant, "Lord Su has fought with him, otherwise how would you know that he is strong in martial arts?" ”
Su Huang shook his head, and Mo Hongqing sneered, "This palace met a few assassins on the road, and they fought with Jun Mufan, could it be that Lord Su knew about it through other means?" ”
His tone was neither yin nor yang, and the content meant something, obviously alluding to Su Huang and the assassins, in front of local officials and soldiers, although Su Huang was ruthless in his heart, he could only hold back, "Your Highness Mingjian, the minister has a little discussion with him." ”
Mo Hongqing's brows tightened, and his tone was indescribably serious, "You said that you hadn't fought for a while, and you said that you had learned for a while, Master Su's martial arts practitioners learned from each other, what is there to hide, why are you so inconsistent?" Everyone knows that Master Su's kung fu is unparalleled in the world, Jun Mufan is just a hairy boy, you are so tired and out of breath, does he still have a life? ”
Su Huang's face was extremely ugly, he was speechless for a while, he felt uncomfortable, every word he said, it was like he was going to die, he swore that if Jun Mufan didn't die and fell into his hands, he would definitely make him worse than dead, so that he could avenge today's revenge, "Your Highness, people are indeed gone." ”
One said that the person had already left, and the other said that he had not seen anyone at all, the two sides fought with each other, stalemate until sunset, the sky was already dusk, and he did not say a result, and finally searched the house and found nothing, now Jun Mufan is missing from Su Huang, how can he escape the involvement, Mo Hongqing made it clear that he did not want to stop there, and the surrounding people who only made trouble watched and blamed Su Huang.
Mo Hongqing is still heroic, but Su Huang is not good, that white and tender face, red demon, abnormal, sweating profusely, like calcining on the fire, but he is still restrained and maintains his consistent demeanor.
Just when the personnel brought by the two parties almost made physical contact, Mo Hongqing had already slowly disappeared into the crowd and quietly retreated.
Su Huang suddenly raised his head, but Mo Hongqing was gone, his chaotic brain was a little confused, and his body had reached its limit, so he was helped into the room.
Gritting his teeth, he trembled and ordered, "This Mo Hongqing and Jun Mufan's kid co-starred in a good show, and they made a big fuss at my place, so I didn't have time to take care of it, and they took advantage of the chaos to escape." ”
His subordinate Wang Hu sneered, "Fortunately, the adults are like gods, and they have already arranged it to see how they escape." ”
Su Huang's eyes were red, "Go quickly, send some more people, remember, if you see someone, you can't kill them, and you must not let them return to Beijing." ”
Wang Hu got the order and immediately went down to make arrangements, Su Huang's patience had reached the limit, he jumped into the icy water to extinguish the fire, and it was said that he fell ill the next day.
Mo Hongqing returned to the post house, and it was very late.
The two of them had some supper in a hurry, and without alarming anyone, they picked two good horses from the stables, and went out of the inn overnight.
In the wild, it was pitch black, only the sky was sparsely scattered, and a few stars flashed in the light and darkness.
The two of them rode fast horses, facing the night wind, and ran towards the outside of the city, and the shadows of the trees on both sides of the mountain road and the low bushes retreated one after another like ghosts and beasts with teeth and claws.
It was only before dawn that the horse slowed down, and it was just before dawn, when it was the darkest, and the night was so quiet that it was heart-wrenching.
Neither of them spoke, but they both knew what they were going to do, and they looked at each other as if they had a clear idea.
Mo Hongqing was also strange, and he didn't know what the reason was, his physical strength was getting more and more abundant now, even in such a dark night, seeing things was like day.
"Jun Mufan, are you afraid?" Mo Hongqing asked suddenly.
Jun Mufan gave him a disgusted look, "I'm not a person who is afraid of danger, the more dangerous it is, the more interesting I think, go." ”
"That's good." Mo Hongqing raised the horsewhip and whipped it fiercely at the horse's buttocks, the horse was in pain, raised its four hooves, and galloped forward desperately.
After about half a mile, the temperature dropped suddenly, and a cold wind blew flat, and the thick leaves swayed with the wind, making a rustling sound, like the murmur of a ghost in a silent night, and when crossing a junction, the horse's hooves were suddenly blocked by ropes, and the force of the swoop was too great, and the horse fell to his knees, and then, countless sharp knives slashed from all directions.
There was a pungent fishy smell in the air, and in the dim starlight, the tip of the knife emitted a faint blue light, and there was no doubt that the knife was poisoned by blood.
It seems that the opponent will not give up if he does not get his life. “