In order to stabilize the apricot, Zhao Heng could only lean over by himself, rather than staying in front of Wen Cheng and waiting to be threatened by the sword, it was better to stay behind her back and wait for the opportunity to threaten her.

"Where are you going?"

The sword spirit in Ask Orange's body really didn't recognize Zhao Heng, Zhao Heng didn't even walk past Ask Orange, and he was already pressed against his neck by the bronze sword.

"Grandpa, let him play along, let's talk about it now, you have been holding the sword hand weirdly, why don't you put down and let me wipe the sword for you?"

Wen Qian couldn't wait to rush over and beat Zhao Heng in his heart, just stabilized the sword spirit that controlled Wen Cheng, what is Zhao Heng doing running out now, he will be able to trick the sword out after a while.

"Let him play along? Oh, either I grew up in the Mo family's ancestral house, or it's different, I don't even know how Mo writes. ”

The sword spirit manipulated Wen Cheng to kick Wen Qian, reached out and grabbed Zhao Heng's collar and pulled it to the side of the plaque, and kicked Zhao Heng's leg to make him kneel.

"Stare your dog's eyes wide and see clearly what these four words are on the ground!"

"Mo ...... Mo's ancestral hall ......"

Although Zhao Heng knelt down, his hand was still behind his back to signal Apricot not to act rashly, when he saw that the wooden board that was trampled on by himself just now was actually written on the Mo clan ancestral hall, he immediately understood the abnormal behavior of the brother and sister, and it was a good thing that he smashed the ancestral hall of others, and it was already a good thing that he was not killed.

Before coming, my grandfather warned that the Mo family had lived in the mountains for a long time, and they were particularly fond of the old objects of the ancestors, and they only responded well at the bottom of the mountain, and if they could not go up the mountain, they would not go up the mountain.

"The ancestor of the Mo family, right? I didn't do it right, do you think I'll rebuild the ancestral hall for you? There is still a relationship between my family and someone to repair this ancestral hall. ”

Zhao Heng doesn't call himself Lao Tzu anymore, he knows that he is wrong, and he admits that he is wrong, and as long as he admits his mistakes with a positive attitude, he can still deal with it lightly.

"Rebuilding the ancestral hall? Is it repaired for you to live? ”

Wen Cheng stretched out his hand and kneaded Zhao Heng's shoulder and questioned him, Zhao Heng grinned in pain, and said stiffly, "No, no, for you to live." ”

"Give me a stay? Oh, I don't know how many years the deity will have to wait for a trip, and this kind of broken brick and tile deity doesn't bother to live at all. ”

The sword spirit manipulated the strength of the orange hand, and he had a posture that he could bully the Mo family casually, but others must not touch the Mo family's posture of a single hair.

Apricot couldn't wait any longer, so she directly cut her palm with her fingernails, smeared the blood on the arm chuan condensed at her wrist, ran to Wen Cheng's side as fast as she could, and hit her arm chuan hard, the sound of metal impact appeared with a gust of wind, and she wanted to create chaos and interfere with Wen Cheng, and take advantage of the chaos to save Zhao Heng.

But he didn't want to ask the sword spirit in Orange's body, after sensing movement behind him, he pulled up Wen Qian, who was about to pounce and grab the sword, and flashed sideways to the side.

The whirlwind made by the apricots swept the wooden remains on the ground and rushed straight into the house, without the protection of the door, the offering table in the ancestral hall and the seven or eight rows of spirit cards stored on it were all rolled up by the whirlwind and crashed into the wall.

It feels like this whirlwind is bowling, playing a spirit card grand slam all the way, and even the remnants of Mo Shenghao's handwritten manuscripts in the house have been rolled up, not to mention the yellowed Mo's family rules and ancestral teachings, and the entire set of old booklets have entered the whirlwind to shatter the sky and turn into fairy scattered flowers.

"It's broken, Apricot Run!"

The yellowed broken pages are still falling like snowflakes, and Zhao Heng is the first to react that the current problem is no longer something that can be solved by losing money, this is really a slam dunk on the grave.

Just like a chain reaction, it not only disrespected the ancestors of the Mo family, but also destroyed the foundation of the Mo family, and completely smashed the ancestral hall of the Mo family, even the beams of the house collapsed, and in an instant, a row of six connected houses turned into ruins.

This has to be done according to the rules of the rivers and lakes, and he will be escorted into the Mo family and let the Mo family dispose of it, and now while the brother and sister are still stunned to look at the fragments flying all over the sky and guard the ruins, it is stupid to quickly pull the apricots and run, otherwise even if he is the only grandson of the Zhao family, he will be ruthlessly handled by his grandfather according to the rules of the rivers and lakes.

Although the Mo family will not kill themselves, but the pain of this flesh and skin is absolutely indispensable, I am afraid that the torture will only give me one breath left and then pour ginseng soup to continue my life, then I really can't survive, I can't die.

"Where are you going?"

Just when Zhao Heng thought that he had seized the opportunity and could take the apricots from the collapsed courtyard wall to run out of the Mo family for the rest of his life, Wen Cheng had already flashed to the breach in the courtyard wall in front of the two.

"The courtyard wall, the courtyard wall has fallen, and we want to help up the merits."

Zhao Heng smiled awkwardly, pulled the apricots and turned his head and ran towards the gate of the same front yard.

After all, Zhao Heng is a person who is used to living in a big mansion, and if he wants to find a secret door for a long time, Zhao Heng immediately determined the direction and ran over with apricots.

The speed of asking orange was faster than them, blocking in front of the secret door, Zhao Heng was anxious like an ant on a hot pot, scurrying around the yard to avoid asking orange.

The sword spirit on Ask Orange's body is not in a hurry, he enjoys this kind of cat and mouse fun very much, and deliberately plays with Zhao Heng and Apricot.

On the contrary, Wen Qian on the side looked at Wen Cheng's face pale, knowing that this demon sword spirit did not follow his good intentions at all, and used the method of burning Wen Cheng's blood to improve Wen Cheng's physique, so that she could catch up with the trained Zhao Heng, and he didn't want to save Wen Cheng again, and he died of hemorrhagic shock in a few moments.

Wen Qian was also sick and rushed to the doctor, usually there are endless ghost ideas, but now all he can think of is to stop Zhao Heng from running, and let the sword spirit take Zhao Heng to vent his anger.

So Wen Qian picked up a wooden stick from the ground, and after observing the law of Zhao Heng's running range, he stopped on the route that Zhao Heng was going to run in advance.

The wooden sticks were all broken, but Zhao Heng hadn't fainted yet, not only knocked away Wen Qian, but also pulled the apricots to try to escape from the broken courtyard wall by Wen Cheng's pursuit.

Wen Qian was knocked to the ground and found that there were termites crawling out of the ruins of the ancestral hall, and the whirlwind of apricots was only part of the factors that caused the collapse of the ancestral hall.

Since the wood is useless, he can only rely on himself to pounce, Wen Qian didn't know where the courage came from, so he rushed forward and knocked the apricot down, and snatched the arm on the apricot's arm.

"We have a debtor and a master, the wind she created destroyed the Mo family ancestral hall, she left you to get out......"

Before Qian Qian finished speaking, Zhao Heng had already beckoned up with a fist, knocking Wen Qian to the ground and pulling up the apricots to protect him.

"Even if I want Lao Tzu to pay for your Mo family today! Lao Tzu will never leave the apricots and run away alone! ”

"Huh...... Well, then you die first, and she will bury you with her! ”

The sword spirit who manipulated Wen Cheng saw Wen Qian rushing over, just like watching a joke, holding the sword and holding his hand on the sidelines, he watched coldly, and when he heard Zhao Heng say that, he immediately shot back, and quickly attacked Zhao Heng with his sword, but the moves were full of flaws, deliberately allowing Zhao Heng to dodge, only causing him skin trauma.

Wen Qian thought that the orange blood was not enough, and he couldn't keep up with the speed required by the sword spirit, which made Zhao Heng take advantage of the loophole, and barely avoided every blow only scratching his clothes and skin.

Saving my sister asked Qian earnestly, but she didn't notice that the sword spirit had forced Apricot and Zhao Heng to the well, and was smiling and preparing to stab the last sword, and send Zhao Heng Apricot on the road with a sword piercing her heart.