"Hmm......"

Feeling the burning pain in his throat, Mo Tao struggled to open his eyes.

He tilted his head with difficulty, but when he saw that his left shoulder was empty, he naturally lost any consciousness, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

He looked around, and suddenly thunder roared in his mind, and his body was suddenly shocked.

It was a space distorted by a heat wave, and the sky was dyed fiery red. As far as the eye could see, there were ruins wrapped in raging flames. The sound of explosions and collapses came from all around, and became the main theme of this purgatory.

Here's?!

Mo Tao's eyes widened, and he hurriedly turned over and sat up. He gasped twice, tried to clear his thoughts, hurriedly wiped the blood from his face, and subconsciously ran away in the direction of his memory.

I don't know how long I staggered like this. Finally, in the center of the heat wave, under a broken wall, he found the figure he had been looking for for a long time.

It was a beautiful young woman in a green shirt, covered with dust and filth, but she couldn't hide her beautiful face. She was holding a small swaddling baby in her arms, and she was anxiously looking into the distance.

Mo Tao's heart couldn't help but feel relieved, and he opened his mouth to shout, but found that he couldn't exhale. He hurriedly waved his hand at the beautiful woman, and hurried over.

The beautiful woman then also discovered Mo Tao and smiled at him. However, at this moment, the flames that soared into the sky suddenly burst out from behind the beautiful woman, and instantly swallowed her in!

Mo Tao's body stiffened, and then his eyes cracked: "No-"

The next moment, he sat up sharply from his bed.

"Again...... Dreams?"

Mo Tao looked at his room, and everything was as before. He exhaled softly, calmed down, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and then turned over and got out of bed, and walked towards the door.

"Huh?"

Just when his fingertips were only a little close to touching the door panel, Mo Tao suddenly smelled a strange breath. He didn't even think about it, turned around and kicked the door panel, and he immediately used his strength to fly backwards.

There was a clang, and the door to the living room was kicked open.

And almost at the same time, on the ground where Mo Tao was standing, there were several more short arrows. At this moment, the arrow has sunk into the ground, and the tail is still vibrating slightly.

Mo Tao raised his eyebrows, looked around, and saw no other movement. He snorted softly, and then took a closer look, only to see that the short arrows had some small hooks on their tails, in addition to the feathers attached to them.

There are generally two ways to use this hook. One is that something comes with it, such as a small object such as a letter. However, even if Mo Tao didn't even glance at the transmitter on the door frame, he understood that the purpose of these short arrows must not be like this.

For one thing, there was nothing attached to the hooks. Second, the thin hook is hidden between the arrow feathers, and it is not easy to detect it if you don't look closely, and its material also determines the sharpness of the hook body, which can easily scratch the clothes on the person. The three are embedded between the fine hook and the tail of the arrow, and the design of separating the ejection recovery.

It was clear that it was an attempt to take something away from him.

"Do you hide the ejection trajectory of the hidden weapon in the sunlight......" Mo Tao smashed his mouth twice, and commented nonchalantly, "The degree of completion is okay, but the idea is too naïve and ordinary." There's no reason to look down on the old man like this, right?"

He thought for a moment and walked out of the room.

There was no one in the yard. Directly opposite his room, there was a living room at the other end of the courtyard, and next to it there was a small workshop, in which the fire was in full swing in the large iron furnace, which had apparently been kept out for many years. And between the two bedrooms, the doors and windows of the main hall facing the courtyard door were closed, and Mo Tao nodded slightly when he saw this.

He looked around the courtyard again, and without thinking, he jumped up to the roof with a few jumps one after another. But before he could look around again, the alarm in his heart suddenly appeared, and he quickly twisted his body and fell out to the side.

And almost at the same time, the tiles on the roof were automatically uncovered, and countless short arrows with hooks like before flew out in response, shooting at Mo Tao in unison.

Mo Tao secretly sighed in his heart. It's important to seize the high ground in wartime, but the other side is also very aware of this, and they should have been wary of using this in turn.

But—

He snorted softly, his remaining right palm slapping into the roof, and once again used his strength to accelerate his body to fly back, and at the same time, with a wave of his big arm, he brought a sudden wind with a hidden sonic boom, and swept towards the short arrows that were approaching.

The short arrows were menacing, but as soon as they touched the gust of wind, they all trembled twice like chaff, and then flew out weakly.

Seeing this situation, Mo Tao was stunned.

Or is it a false move?!

This wave of attacks seems to be fierce, but it does not contain much change, and it is not difficult to defuse. But in this way, in this very short moment, he forced himself into a dilemma with nowhere to borrow.

He didn't even think about it, and at some point two small black and shiny pebbles suddenly appeared in his hand, and then they bounced out behind him in a strange way.

From borrowing power with one palm, to swinging your arm to shoot down short arrows, and then shooting pebbles behind you. This set of actions is smooth, and it doesn't feel like it's a temporary move, but it seems to be orderly and done in one go.

But he still couldn't escape being smashed into the eaves by a huge force from his waist, and he fell hard.

"Ahh

But at the same time, a miserable cry came from behind Mo Tao. Then came the muffled sound of people rolling off the roof and falling into the yard.

Hearing this, Mo Tao struggled to prop up his upper body and poked his eyes under the room, and hurriedly buried his head in his waist. But he was secretly relieved to see that a key was still properly tied there.

Looking back at the young man in the courtyard who was rubbing his arm and struggling to stand up, Mo Tao was obviously still a little angry: "Ning Le, you stinky boy, do you want to be an old man, let's practice for another twenty years!"

“...... Can you stand up first and then be strong?"

The young man who was called Ning Le kept rubbing his shoulders, it seemed that he was in pain, and he bared his teeth and replied: "And I said before, Lao Mo, you can only dodge and defend, and you can't fight back." Look at the young master's arm was beaten by you, tsk, the muscles and bones are miserable, and the people and gods are angry and the demons are crying together!

"Don't sell miserably there. ”

Mo Tao replied to Ning Le's big eyes: "Those two ink stones will dislocate you at most, and you will be able to do it when you come back." This can also be called a counterattack? It's just the old man's subconscious self-defense reaction! If it were true, you would have been beaten into a sieve. ”

When Ning Le heard this, he was unconvinced: "Eh, everyone is dignified, you can't afford to play, right?"

"Hey, let's talk to each other. ”

Mo Tao pointed to his empty left sleeve with his chin: "The old man looked at the mechanisms you arranged, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like it can be completed in a hurry. But this left arm is not bad sooner or later, but it broke down yesterday, and today you took advantage of the opportunity of the old man's missing arm to launch a surprise attack. Explain?"