Chapter Twenty-Seven: Smuggling

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"Huns?"

Everyone's surprised eyes fell on the various immortal-level demon catchers in the Demon Slayer Division.

"What are you kidding? The Central Plains and the Xiongnu are frequent, if we go, let alone looking for Fu Xiqin, it's unknown whether we can stand up and go in, right? ”

Xiao Ni looked loveless and muttered on the side.

"Xiaobai? Are you perceiving it wrong? ”

"How is that possible! You can distrust me, but you can't question my abilities! Hum! ”

"It's hard, and I have to go!" Lin Yan looked at Mo Fan and said calmly.

Mo Fan thought for a long time, and looked at Xiao Ni and Wang Yu: "Or, Xiao Ni, Lord Wang, don't go with the two of you, and Lin Yan and I will go." ”

"Mo Fan, what are you talking about! I, Wang Yu, am also a god-level demon hunter of the Demon Slayer Division, when have I been afraid, I will go with you. ”

"I'll go too! I didn't say I wouldn't go. ”

In the Demon Slayer Division, the demon hunters have communicated for a long time and there is no better way, Mo Shu knows that Mo Fan's current situation still has a chance to live, and if he doesn't go, he really has no chance at all.

"You can discuss it yourself, we all support you, General Beimeng is there, if you need help, you can find him." After Mo Shu finished speaking, he ruthlessly cast a spell to break the illusion.

"Xiao Ni, you're right, now that the two sides are at war, let's go, it's ten thousand times more dangerous than collecting demons, I don't want everyone to take this risk because of me. My own business, I solve it myself. Mo Fan looked at the three of them and preached earnestly.

"Nope! It's not your business alone! The Palm Venerable said before, the Demon Slayer Division, fully support you to complete the task. Even if we die, we have to go, and this is our duty and task. ”

"Young master! Don't overthink it, let's go! Let's face it together! We can! ”

……

The next day, the four of them set off at a rapid pace and headed for the border city.

Border City Fortress. There are only isolated walls and countless soldiers who defend and fight.

"Stop! Who are you! ”

Wang Yu and Lin Yan immediately urged their spiritual power to reveal the mark of the Demon Slayer Division on their foreheads. "Let's see you"

"Demon Slayer?"

When the leading guards saw this, they immediately moved out of the way with the soldiers and let Mo Fan and the four of them enter.

Inside the big tent, a middle-aged man was sitting in the tent facing the door.

"Is there anything important about the sudden arrival of a few of you here?" The man looked at Mo Fan and a few people expressionlessly.

Mo Fan met the fierce general of the country for the first time, and couldn't help but be conquered by his temperament, and said respectfully half-arched: "General Meng, we have important things that need the general's help......

After talking about a series of questions and situations, the general frowned and was silent for a long time before he continued: "Now the Xiongnu are rampant, and the border people are often harassed and violated by them. I don't share the sky with the Huns! It may be too difficult for a few of them to enter their territory now. ”

"General! We all know all this, but now there are demons all over the country, seriously endangering the lives of the people and infringing on the body and mind of our people. For the peace of the world, I am willing to enter the Northern Desert, find an artifact, and contribute my strength to the world, so that the country and the people are safe! Mo Fan said firmly.

"Not bad! What a country and people's peace! You may be seated! I would like to help you get to the Northern Desert! But for the sake of safety, he had to go alone, so as not to attract the attention of the Huns. As he spoke, the general smiled happily and asked the guards to show the four of them their seats.

"Alone?" Lin Yan couldn't help but say after hearing this.

"That's right! It was necessary to be alone, as a refugee, to touch the north of the Great Wall. ”

"But!"

"It's okay, I can do it! You, Xiao Ni, and Lord Wang stay here and wait for my news. Besides, I'm not a novice, am I? It can help me, the general is right, there are many people, but it will arouse suspicion, and if a person's goal is not big, the Huns will naturally not have too much suspicion. ”

"Young master!"

"Mo Fan!"

"Okay, that's my life, so let's stop talking. Rest assured! I can, I can't find Fu Xiqin, and I won't be alive. ”

……

In the night, several people rested in the army for a night, and Xiao Ni and Lin Yan were also busy preparing for Mo Fan.

"How? You ready? Inside the military tent, Lin Yan couldn't bear to hold the whip and looked at Mo Fan.

"Come on, haha, in this life, I have never been whipped by the whip, how can these countless refugees be willing? I can't survive, so I wander around and have no fixed place to live. ”

"Smack!"

With a crisp sound, Lin Yan whipped the whip in his hand towards Mo Fan's body.

Mo Fan clenched his teeth, held his breath, and shouted with pain: "Harder!" ”

"Smack!"

There was another sound, and Xiao Ni fell with tears on the side, don't turn her face, don't dare to look directly.

"Push harder!"

"Smack!"

……

After a long time, Mo Fan was exhausted, there was no pain anymore, and his back was covered with bloody wounds.

After a brief rest, Wang Yu gave Lin Yan the rags given by the general.

"The general instructed him not to give him medicine, and replace this with it, and Tianyin will send him on his way." After speaking, Wang Yu also turned around and left with red eyes.

Lin Yan took the ragged clothes and gently peeled off Mo Fan's torn clothes.

"Young Master ......"

"I didn't ...... Thing, come on, thank you for repairing. If I can't come back this time, I ...... in the future Please help me take care of myself and my father. ”

"Don't say it, you'll be back......" Lin Yan didn't shed tears when he wandered on the street when he was very young, but this time, his eyes were moist, and he endured it and gently helped Mo Fan change his clothes.

Early in the morning, Lin Yan and Xiao Ni sent Mo Fan on his last journey, and outside the border city, several soldiers pulled Mo Fan with a board cart, quickly rushed through the defense line, and sent Mo Fan to the territory of the Huns, and then went back immediately.

The bumps along the way made Mo Fan's wounds bleed nonstop, and his shabby and dirty clothes were gradually soaked with blood.

The cold feeling immediately came to his heart, and Mo Fan used all his strength and consciousness to get off the board car and staggered towards the territory.

I don't know how long it took, Mo Fan couldn't even gather spiritual power, and came to a wilderness.

It was deserted, and suddenly there was a rapid sound of horses' hooves, and a large group of men and horses came from a distance.

Mo Fan immediately lay on the ground, trying to dodge, but there was not even a larger stone around.

"What people!"

An arrow whizzed past and shot in front of Mo Fan, only an inch short of hitting him.

After a while, the team rushed to Mo Fan.

"Central Plains!"

"Kill him! Kill him! ”

The accompanying soldiers immediately shouted.

The leading man took out the scimitar on his body, sneered and prepared to slash at Mo Fan, who was weak.

"Wait! It seems that he was expelled and escaped, and he was brought back and handed over to the Commander. Maybe you can find out the movements of the Central Plains army. A man looked at Mo Fan, who was covered in blood and was dying, proposed.

"Good! Then take it back! I'm dying anyway, dirty my knife! Ha ha! Walk! The man with a meaty face took the scimitar back, pulled Mo Fan over, threw him on horseback, and the accompanying army followed the mighty back.