The little turtle ran wildly all the way, and Mo Fan sat on the back of the little turtle and looked back. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info this wine sword is really hidden, no matter how fast the little turtle speeds, he can't get rid of him. Seeing that there was another fork in the road ahead, he gently patted the little turtle's back with his hand: "The little turtle turns, I don't believe that I can't get rid of him."

Jiujian saw the little turtle suddenly turn, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. This person is too cunning to be deceived. The speed does not decrease but increases, and it runs all the way forward.

Half an hour later, looking at the empty field in front of me, a thought flashed through me. This kid is too cunning, right? The palms of his hands were spread out and the fighting qi was gathered, and he gently waved it into the sky, and the fighting energy scattered in all directions. Jiujian closed his eyes and felt it quietly, and opened his eyes for a long time, his heart was full of doubts, why is there no one?. It seems that this kid still has some means.

In a bush, Mo Fan patted lightly, and the little turtle that had been restored to the size of the turtle had been restored: "Little turtle, you are still smart, we obviously got rid of him a few times on the way, but every time he can find us." So I suspected that he had trackers and cameras on us or that he was located by his GPS."

The little turtle listened to a series of unfamiliar words and looked at Mo Fan in puzzlement. Seeing that he was still completely immersed in his thoughts, he immediately turned his head to look ahead.

Mo Fan saw that there was no movement for a long time, and he knew that this time he was afraid that he had successfully thrown off the wine sword, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Patting the completely non-existent dust on his body, he triumphantly got out of the grass and walked forward with the little turtle.

There was a middle-aged man standing in front of him, and Mo Fan saw that the man staring at him deadly, and his brows gradually furrowed.

When the visitor saw Mo Fan, he deliberately touched his slightly funny mustache, revealing a grim smile: "Dare to ask you, Your Excellency Mu Fan."

"I'm Mo Fan, I don't know what is going on with you." Mo Fan's eyes were a little puzzled, and he kept thinking in his mind as if he didn't know this person.

The middle-aged man's face gradually became gloomy, and he looked Mo Fan up and down: "It's good if you are Mo Fan, our little marquis is your old acquaintance, and I want to invite you to the mansion to talk about it."

"Who is it?" I don't know much in this Holy Flame City, and I don't know how many little marquis there are in this city." The puzzled gaze gradually faded, and Mo Fan vaguely seemed to have guessed something.

The middle-aged man arched his hand in the direction of Shengyan City, his face full of respect: "Who else can there be, naturally the Duke Marquis of our Gray family." Thanks to the gift of the little marquis, I was given the nickname Zhixing, and I became the first think tank under the little marquis."

"Since it's Duke's invitation, let's skip it. I still have some things that I won't accompany." Mo Fan looked at Zhixing's obscene mustache, and couldn't help muttering in his heart, Sure enough, things gather people in groups, and even the dog-headed military advisors under his command are so individual.

Zhixing raised his eyebrows and showed a displeased expression: "I'm asking you if you want to go again?"

"If you don't go, you won't go, you're not going to get out of the way, beware of me being rough." Seeing that Zhixin had no intention of getting out of the way, Mo Fan was a little annoyed in his heart.

Zhixing was furious in his heart, and raised his hand to Mo Fan: "Good boy, I haven't said anything about being rude, you still dare to play tricks." Come on, give me this boy who doesn't know the height of the sky, and invite me to the house."

As soon as the words fell, more than a dozen warriors poured out of the grass, one by one holding heavy swords and pounced on Mo Fan. Mo Fan hurriedly dodged, and with a thought of activating the shield skill, a trace of green wrapped himself. The heavy sword slashed against the shield, causing a ripple.

When the little turtle saw that his owner was attacked, he was furious. Leaping into the sky, his head and limbs shrunk into the turtle's shell, turning into a large turtle and pressing it down fiercely. More than a dozen fighters were shocked and hurriedly scattered. Two of them were slower to react and were crushed to the ground.

Taking advantage of this gap, Mo Fan took a breath lightly. looked at the place where Jisung was standing just now, and suddenly realized that the person was long gone. At this moment, three warriors rushed over. The little turtle stuck out his head just in time to see it, and hurriedly ran over and slammed into the three of them.

Mo Fan's mind moved, and the tree vines appeared out of thin air, spreading and entwining under the feet of more than a dozen soldiers. The enemy was caught off guard and fell to the ground. Zhixing, who was hiding in a bush, looked at it and shook his head, it seems that what Xiao Hou Ye said is right, with the most basic warrior, he is really not his opponent. looked at a middle-aged man beside him, and pursed his mouth helplessly: "I didn't expect so many people to still be able to take him." It seems that I can only ask you to do it yourself."

"Do you understand the consequences of my action?" The middle-aged man didn't shoot directly, but looked at Jisung and asked.

Zhixing subconsciously touched his funny mustache: "Little Hou Ye has a word, if you make the original promise, it will be clear."

"Good". The middle-aged man was just a faint word, and his tone was mixed with a hint of relief. The foot did not take a step, and the person had already appeared in front of Mo Fan. With a slight wave of his hand, a fighting spirit flew out, and Mo Fan was directly knocked to the ground.

"You can take it with your hands, I promised my dead child that there will be no human blood in this life." The middle-aged man's words drifted to Mo Fan's ears.

"Ahem, ahem, ......". A feeling of pain came, and Mo Fan just wanted to speak, but it turned into a huge coughing sound.

The little turtle was entangled by more than a dozen fighters and could not get out of support, so he could only be anxious alone in his heart. Mo Fan calmed down the pain in his heart a little and shook his head gently. If you follow them to Duke's mansion, I'm afraid that life will be worse than death.

"Why are you so troubled, Duke explained that if you don't want to go, you can only die. I owe him a favor at the beginning, so this time I can only break my vows and live up to my poor child." The middle-aged man's palm was open, and the heavy sword behind his back flew directly into his hand. With a slight swing of the heavy sword, it slashed directly at Mo Fan's throat.

A fighting spirit came, and the heavy sword was flicked away. The middle-aged man stepped back, revealing a hint of horror. The wine sword was holding a jar of wine, carrying a rusty heavy sword, and he didn't know when he had stood by Mo Fan's side.

"Let's go...... I felt the vicissitudes and stories in you, so I decided not to kill you this time". Jiu Jian looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, his gaze was very flat. It's rare to meet someone who has the same temperament as yourself.

The middle-aged man seemed to be weighing, saluted the wine sword for a long time, and turned to look at the grass where Zhixing was: "Go back and tell Duke that the little marquis is clear." From now on, I have nothing to do with your family."

"Your Excellency's words I will bring." Jisung knew that the middle-aged man had met an unstoppable enemy and didn't dare to linger too long. He quickly emerged from the grass and waved at the warriors. Take them and run quickly in the direction of Saint Yan City.

The middle-aged man saluted at the wine sword, stomped his foot fiercely, and disappeared in front of Mo Fan. Jiujian smiled, but he didn't speak.