The lame old man originally wanted to use the big man in Tsing Yi as an outcast to cover his escape, but who knew that he was killed before he could cast a spell, and he couldn't even win a moment of time for himself.

Listening to the sound of his companion falling to the ground, he felt a chill in his heart but refused to sit still, and turned around and dragged a stump of his leg to run wildly with a fire bomb technique in front of him.

Seeing this, Li Hongmei's sharp blade in her hand flew out, her five fingers opened, and a firebird with red light flashed out of her palm.

The firebomb the size of a chicken egg met Li Hongmei's firebird, which was simply a small thing, and it was swallowed in one bite without any effect.

The lame old man bent his knees, and his body threw himself forward and fell into the mud, he didn't care to wipe the mud from his mouth, and when he looked back, he saw a slender blade stuck in his leg.

Now, both of his legs were lame.

Li Hongmei chased after him and raised his hand to end his life.

"Keep your mouth alive." Mo Hansheng shouted to stop her, and then walked quickly towards the two.

Li Hongmei's figure froze, she looked at him coldly, raised her legs and stepped on her feet.

There was a click, and the two hand bones of the lame old man were broken.

Mo Hansheng walked up to the lame old man, looked at him condescendingly, and explained to Li Hongmei, "I have a question for him. ”

Li Hongmei hesitated for a moment and withdrew the weapon in her hand.

The lame old man turned over and sat in the rancid mud, enduring the pain of his broken bones and not daring to say anything, and he did not forget to quietly look at the strange man and woman while being frightened.

Both of them are in their twenties, their appearance is unearthly, and their clothes and boots are spotless.

As a mountain and field cultivator, he has always been very envious of those monks who can worship in the sect.

I heard that there will be a unique talisman technique in those major sects, which condenses a layer of qi to protect the body after being cast, which can block the invasion of wind and rain, avoid poisonous insect bites, and avoid sand and dust.

It is easy to kill herself with the clever methods and ruthless style of the woman in red, and the man in white must not be far behind, in front of these two people, no matter how desperate he struggles, it is only in vain.

He was already desperate, but the man in white suddenly spoke out and saved him.

He didn't know what question the man was going to ask him, but he knew that the answer to that question was his only chance to live.

The lame old man was secretly calculating in his heart, and a shadow suddenly appeared above him and enveloped him.

Before he could see what was happening, the man in white was already stabbing at him with a short sword covered in fish intestine patterns.

The lame old man was furious, didn't he say that he wanted to ask himself?

"Don't be too nervous, I've already controlled my strength, and the tip of the sword is still an inch away from your heart. But you should also know what that means, and if your answer is not satisfactory to me, the heart will be pierced immediately. Okay, now to answer my question. The blade of the sword sank into the chest of the lame old man, and Mo Hansheng held the hilt of the sword between his fingers and said coldly, "You, have you ever seen a person named Du Zichuan?" ”

The lame old man's eyes widened, and his mind eagerly searched for all the information related to the name, only to find that he really never seemed to have heard of it.

Sweat began to flow from the back of his head, and the other party must have asked this question in the hope of getting news from that person, and if he said he didn't know, he was afraid that he would die.

He twisted his stiff neck and turned to Mo Hansheng like a puppet, looking at the other party's calm and waveless face and cold and merciless eyes.

Can lying fool the other person?

The lame old man's expression seemed to be frozen, but his mind was turning rapidly, and there were fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

His heart was pounding, and he could even feel the coldness coming from the tip of the dagger that pierced his chest.

He opened his mouth, but his dry throat didn't make a sound.

Mo Hansheng's face showed a trace of impatience, his gaze gradually sharpened, revealing a cold killing intent, and the fingers holding the hilt of the sword began to exert force slowly.

The lame old man roared desperately at the top of his throat, and finally shouted: "I've seen it, I've seen this person!" ”

"I see." Mo Hansheng took out his short sword, took out a white towel to wipe the blood stains clean, turned his head to Li Hongmei and said, "I'm done asking, let's do it." ”

Finished asking?

Do it?

Don't you want to know if the man is dead or alive?

Don't you care where he is now?

The lame old man squirmed his lips, and wanted to say something more, fighting for a chance to survive for himself.

Li Hongmei didn't intend to give him any chance, and a fireball the size of a human head shot out of her palm and hit his face, igniting his whole body in an instant.

The lame old man rolled on the ground in pain, wailing again and again, and a heart-rending scream came from the forest.

In a few moments, the lame old man stopped struggling, and in a blink of an eye he had become unrecognizable, shaped like charcoal, and lay on the ground dying.

The two of them quietly listened to the old man's pleading and cursing before he died, and watched him turn into a pitch-black charred corpse, without a trace of pity in their hearts.

Li Hongmei stepped aside and opened the sack that had fallen into the mud pit, and inside was a girl with a young face, about five or six years old, with red lips and white teeth.

Li Hongmei looked at the girl's young face and smiled: "You are lucky." ”

Mo Hansheng glanced at her, a trace of anger flashed in his eyes, and said in a complicated tone: "It's a pity that not everyone has such luck. ”

Li Hongmei didn't hear the deep meaning of his words, and said with emotion: "Yes." ”

The anger in Mo Hansheng's eyes was even stronger.

Li Hongmei woke up the girl, asked her where she came from, and the two immediately decided to escort her home together.

Three hours later, they finally found the village where the girl lived.

The sun sets, and the tired birds return to their nests. Looking at the few wisps of cooking smoke rising from time to time in the village, and the pedestrians on the field road, Mo Hansheng was a little distracted for a while.

The girl's parents are two authentic croppers, and after listening to Li Hongmei's account of what happened, they are enthusiastically surrounding her at the moment, repeating some words of gratitude.

"Sister, give it to you." The girl walked up to Li Hongmei and handed her a wreath of wildflowers.

Li Hongmei squatted down.

The girl tiptoed to put a garland on her and pecked her face like a chicken: "Sister, you are so nice. ”

Li Hongmei smiled slightly, and was about to say something, when Mo Hansheng, who saw this scene, said coldly: "The person has been delivered, it's time to go." ”

The girl's mother stretched out her rough and sturdy palm to take Li Hongmei's hand and said, "At least stay for a meal." ”

Mo Hansheng's tone was very stiff, and he said, "No need, it's getting late." ”

The girl's parents didn't dare to keep Mo Hansheng anymore when they saw Mo Hansheng being so indifferent.

Mo Hansheng turned his head and walked on his own, Li Hongmei explained a few words to the couple, and after a brief goodbye, she quickly chased after her.

Li Hongmei chased after Mo Hansheng and asked, "You don't seem to be happy?" ”

Mo Hansheng said: "Should I be happy? ”

"I don't understand what you mean."

"You don't need to understand."

"Stop!" Li Hongmei hurriedly stepped forward and blocked his way.

Mo Hansheng stopped, didn't look at her, just asked lightly, "Are you happy?" That kid compliments you on making you happy? Or is the couple going to keep you for dinner to make you happy? ”

Li Hongmei was still thinking about the meaning of his words, and Mo Hansheng's gaze had drifted to the top of her head.

"The garland is beautiful, but it's a pity that it's too dazzling to wear on your head."

"What do you mean, speak clearly! Since you left the mountain gate, you have started to be yin and yang. Li Hongmei said angrily, she still remembered the conversation in front of the mountain gate.

"You sent this child home, what about the two children?" Mo Hansheng looked at her coldly and asked, "Where did you send them?" ”

"What about the two children?" Li Hongmei was stunned and thought for a moment before reacting.

On the day I first met Mo Hansheng, the two teenagers who were rejected by Lu Chengfeng because of their lack of qualifications.

She still remembered that she had promised Mo Hansheng that she would send them home safely.

Mo Hansheng naturally remembered it, his eyes flashed with regret and self-blame, and he said coldly: "You killed them according to Lu Chengfeng's orders, right?" ”

The autumn breeze is bleak and cool, and the afterglow of the setting sun gradually stretches and thins the shadows of the two, like two parallel lines that never intersect.