Xiao Wu hurriedly reached into his mouth, disgusting himself, to see if he could vomit some, and if he really vomited some, he hurriedly pointed a long knife at Zhan Mo: "Antidote, give me the antidote, otherwise I will destroy the Central Plains." ”

Zhan Mo: "What's the spirit, you won't be a real mouse, a really big mouse, this antidote is there, and snow water can solve it, but on this hot day, let's hurry up and go back to the sixteen states of Yanyun, where the weather is cold, and there may be snow that has not melted, but we have to hurry." ”

Xiao Wu and the soldiers gradually became symptomatic, their faces were flushed, their breathing was a little difficult, and their heartbeats were accelerating.

Xiao Wu hated: "I'll kill you first." ”

Zhang Xinde's spear blocked Xiao Wu's long knife, Zhan Mo grabbed the spear in Zhang Xinde's hand, jumped up, swept three times in a row, and hit the knees of the Khitan soldiers, the soldiers fell to the ground one after another, and stabbed Xiao Wu with lightning speed, Xiao Wu became a little sluggish due to poisoning, and the spear stabbed directly into Xiao Wu's knees.

Suddenly, a filament passed through the air, the war foam was shaken away, and after the spear touched the ground, it gradually stabilized its body with the help of the power of the spear.

"Master." Zhang Xinde bowed and knelt.

Zhan Mo was angry, and said to the Dao Chang: "Senior Desheng, they are Khitan dogs, why do you want to stop them?" ”

Desheng is the head of the Qingxu faction, Master Zhang Xinde. Desheng looked at Zhan Mo, "If you call me a senior, I should stop him even more, his life and death are related to the fate of the Central Plains, and he can't die." ”

Zhan Mo glared at Xiao Wu angrily, "I think it's better to die, and he treats the lives of the people like a mustard, and what other big identity can he have?" ”

Desheng said kindly: "He is the Khitan royal family, give them the antidote." ”

"Seniors, I don't have an antidote, only snow water can save them."

Desheng said: "In this case, Yelu Gongzi, it is better to hurry up and find the antidote." ”

Zhan Mo glanced at Xiao Wu disdainfully, "It turns out that it is a Yelu rat who doesn't dare to report his real name." ”

Daoist Desheng has a very high reputation in this area, "Xiao Wu" thought about it, he saluted, "Dao Chief, it's just that he is the one who poisoned after all." ”

Zhan Mo thought to himself that it was miserable, but the virtuous predecessors of the virtuous saints who were famous for presiding over justice, and they had never done things with the word justice, so they wouldn't hand over me, the culprit, right?

"You wait here to fight the grass valley, he is not guilty of seeking injustice for the people, there is really no big fault, you should go to find the antidote as soon as possible, you missed the best time for treatment, and killing him in time will not change your life, if you really want to kill him, I will not sit idly by, not to mention that this little brother has excellent bones, you are not his opponent."

Xiao Wu snorted coldly and snatched a soldier's horse, mounted the horse and galloped away, of course, just to survive. He already hated the war foam in his heart, so he waited for the detoxification to come back and peel the skin of the war foam and pump the tendons of the war foam.

In order to survive, those Khitan soldiers left behind the plundered things and left.

The people in the city shouted and shouted, and in an instant, Zhan Mo became their idol and hero, and Zhan Mo was naturally triumphant. Zhang Xinde and his cousin did not blame Zhan Mo for the osmanthus brew.

A large table of food, there is no meat at all, all thanks to Zhang Xinde's little Taoist priest and Desheng Taoist, Zhan Mo ate a few bites at will on the dinner table, but the vegetable soup was not touched at all, there was rat poison in it, and I thought: I don't want to suffer alive.

"Little brother, I see that you are familiar, and you also know that I am the Virtuous Saint Dao Chief, have we met before?"

Zhan Mo hurriedly shook his head, "I haven't seen it, it's just that Zhang Xinde said before that his martial arts learned from the Qingxu faction, and he is also upright, which is admirable, I think he can teach such a little Taoist priest who pays attention to virtue and justice, his master must be a respected senior, and the Qingxu faction only has a respected moral saint." ”

Desheng smiled kindly, "The little brother is sharp-toothed, he looks up to the old way too much, the little brother's three spins and three sweeps are the true inheritance of Su Yueshan, hug one and call you Ah Mo, could it be that the little brother is the eldest son of Migu Villa?" ”