Zhou Yi stared at the long knife in Mo Cheng's hand, and for some reason, Fang Cai's uneasiness and apprehension were miraculously calmed down at this moment.

He grew up in the streets, suffering from hunger, disease, and poverty.

It's almost a little bit, and I can't even save my mother's life.

No one knows better than him the sadness of being an ant in the prime of life.

No one understands better than him the desolation of not being able to control one's destiny.

It was his young lady who saved him step by step from a pathetic, lamentable fate.

He knew his young lady's plan, and after these days of getting along, he was also convinced that the person in front of him would one day become Fenglin's Mingjun.

So.

It's not that he doesn't cherish what he has now, he just becomes more enlightened.

Miss's plan should not be broken here, let alone destroyed, here.

He can't be a stumbling block on the road between his own young lady and Mo Cheng.

When Mo Cheng held the long knife in his hand and raised his eyes blankly, his back was already soaked in cold sweat, but a smile appeared in Zhou Yi's eyes.

This kid, he said he was too tender, he didn't believe it yet.

Such tightness, such helplessness, didn't it tell Mo Lin that he had a ghost in his heart?

So it's better for him to come

At the moment before Mo Cheng spoke, Zhou Yi suddenly moved.

His tall body rushed straight up, Mo Cheng was stunned, and instinctively raised his knife to resist.

After two moves, Zhou Yi suddenly turned around, aimed at the blade in Mo Cheng's hand with fierce force, and did not forget to shout: "Lao Tzu fought with you!" ”

Mo Cheng was startled and wanted to retreat, but Zhou Yi's movements were too fast, and when Mo Cheng came back to his senses, the bright long knife had already penetrated through Zhou Yi's abdomen.

"Poof......

The sound of flesh and blood being torn made Mo Chengru be struck by lightning, and he watched bright red blood gushing out of Zhou Yi's abdomen.

He opened his mouth, his throat pinched by something.

Immediately afterwards, with a flicker in front of his eyes, Zhou Yi's tall body was firmly pressed on his shoulder.

In the eyes of outsiders, this is a scene where Mo Cheng killed Zhou Yi without hesitation.

But Mo Cheng's hand was so shocked that he couldn't even hold the knife!

On the contrary, it was Zhou Yi, who actually pressed his hand on the hilt.

With the last of his strength, he suppressed whispers in his ear.

"Mo Cheng, don't let Miss down......"

Don't let their hard work go to waste!

As he spoke, Zhou Yi carried Mo Lin on his back and smiled at Mo Cheng, and then fell to the ground with a "bang", convulsed twice, and then stopped moving.

Zhou Yi's blood stained Mo Cheng's official robe red, and Mo Cheng's skin was hot and painful.

Zhou Yi's entrustment, Zhou Yi's sacrifice, Zhou Yi's fulfillment, how could he not understand?!

It's all his fault!!

It's all him!!

If it weren't for him, there would be no flaws in all of this!

At this moment, he should be the one who fell!

But now he doesn't even have the qualifications to cry sadly.

Mo Cheng slowly knelt down, trying his best to suppress the boiling and hoarseness of his soul, and offered his loyalty to Mo Lin: "Minister, panic!" ”

Mo Lin was silent, as if admiring some beautiful scenery, stared at Mo Cheng for a long time, and then laughed loudly and said happily: "Okay! It's really worthy of being my most trusted person, go, let's see if Zhou Yi is dead! ”

"Yes!"

The Yulin soldiers on the side stepped forward to check, and then turned around and said, "Back to the emperor, Zhou Yi is dead." ”

"Hahaha, okay, pull it down, so as not to spare me and Aiqing's Yaxing."

"Yes!"

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