After letting Mo Jiang leave, Long Hong squatted on the edge of the snow pit with a long sigh to look at the corpse on the scorched earth below, and said to himself: "Taboo, why do you say that you are also one of our demon clan eight sons, why did you die like this, what a pity. Seriously, I'm quite disgusted that your cheap big brother has robbed you of your name, of course, our friendship has not reached the point where we can help you fight unevenly, I originally wanted to see you and your cheap big brother dog bite the dog's hair, oh no, no, no, you should peck the bird's hair, but unfortunately you died early."

Long Hong was still talking to himself: "You fell the face of that bullshit Chilin Jun over there in Kunlun Ruins Xianzhou, I just cared about guarding myself against that little reptile, I didn't expect that your kid would turn his head and slaughter the guys of the human race, what I didn't expect was that the ink general actually showed his face for those three guys, you know, I will kill them directly, but don't worry, it doesn't matter." Your cheap big brother wishes for you every day, your second brother is still a little gentleman, he has been waiting on the border of Xuanzhou for a long time, fortunately you didn't take that stupid road, otherwise it is definitely not very lively now, rest assured that I will definitely tell your second brother about your news, since you can't make trouble, let your second brother make trouble."

Long Hong patted his ass and stood up, sighing, "It's a pity, your second brother is still a good person."

After saying that, Long Hong was about to leave, turned around and jumped directly into the snow pit, walked around Chu Shishanhe several times and didn't find what he wanted, and finally had to kick Chu Shishanhe away with his feet to see the pitch-black straight knife from under the wasteland.

"Good thing, even the treasure that the hypocritical dragon of the true dragon clan can cut is now mine." Long Hong picked up the black straight knife over there and gently wiped the dust off the blade, and sighed: "It's actually a forbidden knife Zhu He style, and it's a good baby, taboo, I don't know if you should say that you are blessed with a deep life as thin as paper or born unlucky."

Just when Long Hong just wanted to stuff Zhu He into the ring on his finger, a man in black who had been standing on the top of the snow pit jumped down directly, half-knelt in front of Long Hong, and drew a ghost drawing talisman directly on the ground with his fingers without speaking.

Long Hong patiently glanced at the ghost drawing talisman written by the man in black, and then picked up Zhu He Heng in front of him, his right hand flexed his fingers lightly, Zhu He trembled lightly, and a crisp sound of knife sounded and flew out, Long Hong couldn't help but sigh: "What you said is also good, since Zhu He was abolished over there, all Zhu He-style knives in Daozhou can't be psychic, this thing is no different from a woodcutter in my hand, and it may end up causing a commotion, just that." Long Hong threw Zhu He away: "Whoever likes to pick up this kind of, pick it up."

After saying this, Long Hong took the man in black and jumped out of the snow pit directly, then looked in the southeast direction, thought for a while and said, "Anyway, it's boring to be idle, go to the demon clan to play."

The six men in black didn't say a word about this, in fact, it wasn't that they didn't want to say anything, without exception they were all dumb and unable to speak, some were born but more were acquired. And everything that makes them so miserable is because this naturally suspicious but talkative nervous boy doesn't like the people next to him to talk nonsense the most, that's all. And what he said about going to the demon clan to play, but he never knew that it was just playing, once he stepped on the territory of the demon clan, it would be thousands of miles of red land, and blood streams were everywhere.

South of the border, under an old pine tree ten kilometers north of Hengbei City, Mo Jiang put Jin Yuanbai on the ground and carefully examined the wound, only then did he take out a bottle of pill from the dark gray long sleeve, grind it in his palm, and then give it to Jin Yuanbai with a handful of white snow water and a piece of medicinal powder before turning his head to treat Jing Feiyu and Luan Mancang's injuries.

After a while, Jin Yuanbai's face gradually turned from white to red, although it still looked a little scary, but fortunately, he already had a little color.

After that, Jin Yuanbai opened his eyes weakly, and at first glance, he saw the familiar figure standing with his back to him, and the bitter grievances in his heart all erupted at this moment, and Jin Yuanbai's lips trembled and shouted his name: "Mo Jiang."

It's just that Jin Yuanbai soon regretted it, he looked at Jing Feiyu and Luan Mancang, who were also embarrassed, full of debts, then he was the highest level, and he should also bear all the responsibility for this mission.

"Mojiang is sorry, it's all my fault, I was too careless."

In the face of Jin Yuanbai's initiative, Mo Jiang still just smiled and instructed, "Zhengqi, you

It's good to wake up, as for the responsibility or something, the mission has been completed anyway, and it's understandable to be a little injured, as long as the person is okay." Seeing that Jin Yuanbai's body was still trembling a little, he reminded: "If I guessed correctly, it should be the sword qi spit out by the flying sword, that flying sword is full of resentment, and for some reason it was raised by that demon, fortunately you have a good foundation, if you are so seriously injured on someone else, even if you don't die, you will be crippled."

"Resentment? Flying Sword Sword Qi?" Jin Yuanbai tried hard to recall the sudden sword that pierced his chest when he was face to face with the devil, if he gave himself another chance, even if he already knew, he would probably not be able to dodge that sword, this is a real life for injury, such a decisive and fierce heart, is he really the third son of the Winged Demon Clan and not an outlaw?

"By the way, you should go to Daming City first to have a good rest, and then return to your respective posts after you have recovered from your injuries, don't worry." Mo Jiang suddenly said, "I still have urgent business, I have to go first."

Jin Yuanbai hurriedly asked, "Mo Jiang, where are you going?" After saying this, Jin Yuanbai reacted directly to how to ask that it was already a little overdone, and hurriedly added: "Let Ping'an come with you, I have a helper."

Luan Mancang, who has always been sluggish, also reacted this time and corrected, "It's okay to be a thug."

Mo Jiang smiled helplessly, stretched out his hand and hammered his neck hidden in the darkness, and said helplessly: "I just received the news, the old gentleman of the Tianyan Hou family is rushing to the ancient city of Liangzhu for some reason, most likely to make a scene, originally I wanted to call you back together, but it turned out to be too late."

Jin Yuanbai was suddenly ashamed, so he had to bow his head silently, not daring to continue answering.

Jing Feiyu took the initiative to break the deadlock and asked, "Is that little prince of the Tianyan Hou family still not found?"

Speaking of this, Mo Jiang had an even more headache, and said: "That little prince is a loss of the Heavenly Dao, and he is blessed by the Great Dao, how easy it is to find him, fortunately, there is already a general direction, it depends on whether we can block him this time, as long as we find him, maybe the confused public case of Tianyan Hou can also be closed."