As soon as the voice fell, her gaze instantly became sharp, like a ghost, and her figure shuttled between more than a dozen secret guards.

The room was already dimly lit, and her speed was even more unavoidable, and she clicked on the big holes of the dark guards one after another, deliberately avoiding Mo Xiaoqi, Cheng Feng and Nan Chu.

Cheng Feng and Nan Chu, Mo Xiaoqi saw that the secret guards were pointed, and they couldn't move at all, and they were still talking nonsense, but at this moment they were holding a sword in their hands but they couldn't hurt Ling Feng in the slightest.

"Kill me, I'm right in front of you, why don't you do it?" She sat in the room for a long time, looking around at the guards around her.

"For the sake of you following Mo Lingfeng for many years, I will let you go this time, you are his backing after all, hurting you is equivalent to breaking his wings, this little retreat, I will still keep it for him after all."

"But this girl can't be bullied casually, you are all outsiders, this girl doesn't get in the way of you, I don't like it, I just let you look at it more and more unpleasantly, come and kill me."

The secret guards couldn't move, their teeth itched with hatred, and Ling Feng's next words made them even more angry.

"If you trouble me again in the future, I will directly use the sword in your hand to wipe your neck, if you don't believe it, just try, I guarantee that you will not see the sun the next day."

After speaking, she handed the letter from Mo Lingfeng's pillow to Nan Chu, Nan Chu took it for some reason, and before he could ask, Ling Feng explained first.

"Nan Chu, give this letter to Mo Lingfeng, it was stirred up by this group of people, and it was full of miasma, maybe this letter will not be read by others, or it is safer to hand it over to you."

Ling Feng can trust Nan Chu, Nan Chu will definitely not peek at her black ink Ling Feng's letter, take a step back, there are just two paragraphs on her letter, it doesn't matter if someone reads it.

"If Miss Ling has something important to discuss with the young master, she can wait in the mansion."

Cheng Feng said.

"No, there's nothing to discuss, just give him the letter. I know you, and you don't bother with me, but these guards are too stubborn, and you're worried about my safety, so they're here together. ”

Ling Feng is really empathetic, Mo Xiaoqi wants to speak and stops, today, Murong Qinghe and Mo Lingfeng went out and were attacked, at this moment, Murong Qinghe is still recuperating in the room.

Mo Lingfeng was slightly injured, but with the injury, he still rushed out in a hurry, and he didn't come back until this moment.

Mo Xiaoqi had a little suspicion in her heart, Ling Fengyi drew a line with Mo Mansion, but she came alone at this time, something was wrong, would she know where Mo Lingfeng was now?

Thinking of this, Mo Xiaoqi didn't know whether he should ask or not, whether he could ask.

"Miss Ling, can you take a step to speak?"

Nan Chu, Cheng Feng was as suspicious as Mo Xiaoqi, and wanted to know Mo Lingfeng's whereabouts. Cheng Feng and Mo Xiaoqi glanced at each other, and the tacit understanding for many years had made them understand each other's conjectures.

At present, there are many people with mixed eyes, and Nan Chu took the lead in opening his mouth.

"There's no need to talk about the past, the past is like smoke, just keep it in your heart, it's useless to talk more." Ling Feng said.

The point is that she has to go back to sleep, otherwise in the middle of the night, when the vitality continues, she will lose consciousness for a short time, in which case it will be very troublesome.

After Ling Feng finished speaking, he disappeared in an instant.

"Hey!"

Mo Xiaoqi sighed heavily, and only hoped that Mo Lingfeng would come back safe and sound.

The moonlight was like water, and a man in blue was galloping on a forest path on horseback, and a black blood stain had already spread around his waist.

The road was bumpy, causing blood to gush from the wound on his waist and stain his horse's back.

It wasn't until he lost consciousness that he leaned to the right and fell off his horse. This good horse has been with him for many years, and he has already had a relationship.

Animals are spiritual, and the horse noticed that Mo Lingfeng had fallen from the horse, neighed, and hurried back to check on the owner's injuries.

"Good horse......" Mo Lingfeng lay in the middle of the road, his consciousness gradually blurred, and he read weakly, watching the horse walk around him a few times, and then ran away.

He picked up the dagger on his body and slashed his arm again, the pain making his already consciousness tense again.

Today, he and Murong Qinghe were ambushed by King Ning, and fought with dozens of secret guards, whose swords were quenched with poison, which he knew better than anyone else.

He had tried his best to protect Murong Qinghe, but Murong Qinghe was still injured, but fortunately, he took the antidote in time and was sent back to Mofu to recuperate.

Several doctors who had lived in the Mo Mansion for a long time were already surprised by this kind of situation, and before they could bandage Mo Lingfeng's wounds, they saw Mo Lingfeng enter the Dan room, and he didn't know what he had taken, and left in a hurry.

They didn't even get a chance to take his pulse.

"I can develop a wound medicine for you, I am finally relieved, I still want to live, next time...... I can continue to send you the pill, Feng'er, I promised you, after you finish taking that bottle of pill, I will continue to ...... I'll send it to you. ”

To heal the wound on her face, it is by no means something that can be solved overnight, according to Mo Lingfeng's estimate, it will take at least half a year.

For this reason alone, he warned himself over and over again in his heart that he had to live, otherwise, who would send medicine to Ling Feng in the future?

Mo Lingfeng had originally made an antidote specifically for the poison on the swords of the secret guards, but today, what he fed Murong Qinghe was the last pill.

This kind of antidote is difficult to make, because the secret guards quench different poisons every time, the antidote is not the same, and there are not many antidotes for Mo Lingfeng's autocracy.

He tried his best to climb to the side, leaning against the tree, barely trying to keep himself from falling, and cut the clothes around his waist with a dagger, and with every movement he made, the wound was touched, and the black blood gushed even more happily, and the pain made him sweat profusely, his face pale, and he carefully peeled off the flesh and blood that had been eroded by poison from the wound little by little.

In the moonlight, he was alone, without taking the antidote, the poison spread faster, and he had to reduce his chances of death as much as possible while he was still a little conscious.

He has long been accustomed to this kind of self-saving thing, and even if he is injured in the back, he has dealt with it with his own backhand, but this time it is more difficult than before.

Sweat slid down his cheeks, he trembled with pain, his palms were already covered with cold sweat, and when his consciousness was blurred several times, he almost couldn't even hold the dagger.

"Feng'er, I'll send you an antidote again, I'...... I promised you. ”

He muttered vaguely, auspiciously that he couldn't fall, and if he fell, he might never wake up again.

If he can't hold the dagger and can't treat his wounds on his own, then he will undoubtedly bring about his own destruction.

His breathing became heavier and slower, and every time he couldn't hold on, he relied on his tenacious willpower to keep himself going.

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