As he walked a few steps forward, he heard the sound of cricket footsteps behind him. Mo Shihuanduo pulled his head and walked forward reluctantly, without paying too much attention.

After a while, Mo Shihuan stood still, raised his head, stretched out his hand to cover his forehead that was a little painful, and his eyes went straight until he reflected Zhuo Chen's straight waist. Mo Shihuan snorted, muttering, "I'm sorry." ”

Zhuo Chen stood motionless, without turning his head, Mo Shihuan was blocked by Zhuo Chen's vision, and when he noticed that something was wrong, he poked his head out from behind Zhuo Chen.

In front of him, several strong men with unshaven beards were holding a big knife, not to mention how obscene the expressions on their faces were.

"Yo, there's a beautiful girl." The strong man on the side teased. Seeing this, Bai Ling stepped forward and protected Mo Shihuan behind him. Mo Shihuan took a step back, not to be afraid, but to leave some space for Zhuo Chen.

Unexpectedly, Zhuo Chen also took a step back, and when he arrived at Mo Shihuan's side, Mo Shihuan looked at Zhuo Chen with a smile. I saw Zhuo Chen's eyebrows raised slightly, and he raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows.

"Flying Eagle, know what to do." Zhuo Chen's deep voice was dyed with a hint of coldness, and a pair of good-looking eyes stared straight at each other. When the eagle received the order, he stepped forward from the side.

When several strong men saw that there was only one flying eagle, they all laughed, holding a big knife, and laughed on the side, and couldn't help but be a little mocking, "You're alone, hum, don't blame us for bullying more and less." ”

Mo Shihuan glanced at Zhuo Chen with some concern, Zhuo Chen's expression on the side, Mo Shihuan was helpless, and looked back at the flying eagle. Just as the strong men were talking nonsense, Feiying stepped forward and saw the two of them fall to the ground, raising a puff of dust.

When Mo Shihuan opened his eyes again, several strong men fell to the ground, with clear noses and swollen faces, holding their heads. Zhuo Chen stretched out his hand to stroke the dust in front of him, called lightly, and walked forward.

Mo Shihuan stood for a while, and also kept up with Zhuo Chen's pace. After the eagle was packed, he followed them. Before they had left a few steps, Zhuo Chen and Feiying both noticed that someone was following behind them, and even Mo Shihuan could feel that his back was being stared at by several pairs of eyes.

The four of them tacitly agreed, Zhuo Chen felt that he was going to do it, slowed down, and kept moving forward. lowered his voice and discussed with a few people, and saw a small stall selling tea not far away.

The four of them mentioned their gods, and it was clear that there was no stall when they came. Mo Shihuan took a step forward and said, "Boss, let's have a pot of tea." ”

The stall is not big, and there are two wooden chairs standing next to it, and Xiao Er is busy working inside. The boss responded and instructed Xiao Er to prepare a pot of tea for the four of them.

Mo Shihuan sat down, Zhuo Chen minded the wooden chair a little, and was finally pulled by Mo Shihuan to sit down. Mo Shihuan looked at the boss who had been keeping his head down, noticed the thick calluses on the boss's hands, hooked the corners of his lips and smiled.

"Boss, I saw that you were born, and I came all the way here, and I didn't see your stall." Mo Shihuan opened his mouth to ask the boss. The boss's hand paused, then continued in its usual motion.

After a while, the boss squeezed out a smile and said with a haha, "The girl doesn't know, my stall only opened at this hour, and the girl came early, so she didn't see me." ”

After listening, Mo Shihuan smiled and said two more words. Thinking in my heart, this boss is really a smart person, and it seems that the people nearby are really difficult to deal with.

In the middle of the night, Xiao Er came out with a pot of tea, and when he saw it, he was a little rusty, and as soon as the tea cup was put on the table, there was no follow-up. The boss was afraid of revealing the stuffing, so he hurriedly started a round, saying that this little two didn't like to talk on weekdays.

Mo Shihuan just smiled and didn't say anything. When Mo Shihuan asked, Zhuo Chen knew that something strange was strange when he heard it. At this time, Mo Shihuan reached out and picked up the clay bowl that was placed aside, lifted the tea cup and filled a pot of tea into his bowl.

Due to the deliberate slow movement when pouring the tea, coupled with his sensitivity to medicine, Mo Shihuan immediately knew that the tea was drugged. Subsequently, Mo Shihuan poured another bowl of tea for Zhuo Chen and the three of them.

The expressions on the faces of the three of them were not as natural as Mo Shihuan, Mo Shihuan reached out to pick up the tile bowl, and caught a glimpse of the boss's eyes staring at him, and it just so happened that Mo Shihuan's other hand tapped a few times on the wooden table.

When Mo Shihuan saw the looming blade behind the boss, Mo Shihuan stood up, shook his hand and threw the tea and the clay bowl at the boss.

Inexplicable changes, the boss has not yet reacted, and after reaching out to touch the tea on his face, he found that a cold sword blade was already on his neck. The sword in his hand was kicked by Zhuo Chen early in the morning and fell to the ground not far away.

After a while, several figures appeared not far away. Bai Ling protected Mo Shihuan behind him, and when the boss saw this, he had already bitten his tongue and committed suicide. Xiao Er stabbed Zhuo Chen, Zhuo Chen dodged, and asked the guards to deal with those assassins.

After a few rounds, Xiao Er was defeated, the sword was on Xiao Er's neck, and before Zhuo Chen could ask, Xiao Er met the cold sword, and after a while, a stream of blood gushed out.

In an instant, there was a strong smell of blood in the air, Mo Shihuan couldn't help frowning, and saw that the flying eagle not far away had almost explained the person.

An assassin rushed towards Mo Shihuan, and the long sword pointed directly at Mo Shihuan, and then a sharp sound of sword blades rubbing was heard, and Zhuo Chen's sword stopped the assassin's sword in the air.

With a second effort, the assassin's sword was set aside, and Zhuo Chen's sword rested on the assassin's neck as always. Mo Shihuan glanced at the flying eagle not far away, and the assassins all fell to the ground.

"Say, who sent you?" With a cold and sharp words, the assassin was slightly shocked, and Mo Shihuan saw the assassin's eyes bent on death, kicked away Zhuo Chen's sword, and shoved the handkerchief from his waist into the assassin's mouth.

After a while, after Mo Shihuan clicked on the assassin's acupuncture point, he pulled out the handkerchief and threw it on the ground. Mo Shihuan's series of movements were faster, and Zhuo Chen was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses and asked again.

The Assassin pursed his lips, not intending to say anything. Mo Shihuan unconsciously hooked the corners of his lips on the side, smiled evilly, and looked a little crazy.

After a while, Mo Shihuan took out a small medicine bottle from his arms, and saw that the medicine powder in the medicine bottle was sprinkled on the assassin's body, "It doesn't matter if you don't say it, my medicine powder will at most make you erode like a hundred insects." ”

After a while, the powder had an effect, and the assassin was in pain, so he said that the mastermind behind the scenes was King Wu. Mo Shihuan was satisfied, and only then did he give the assassin an antidote.