"Pretending to be stupid?"

Mo Ye gritted his teeth.

The nine-section whip turned around and flicked it, the broad shoulders were undulating like a mountain, flying off the string, and the tiger roared and the dragon roared and rolled up the dust and residual leaves, and whipped at Zheng Quqi.

Zheng Quqi turned his ears sideways, heard the clattering sound, his body turned faster than his brain, and one slipped sideways under Yu Wensheng's arm, and he hid firmly behind him.

Yu Wensheng's slender five fingers were loose and grasped the hilt of the sword, he hooked his lips, and the mask that was split by two extreme black and red Shura cut through the glass-like killing intent under his eyes, and he trembled madly.

"Have you forgotten? Your opponent is me~"

As soon as the voice fell, the figure moved suddenly, spinning pieces of dead leaves and autumn wind, and the silver light suddenly rose, leaving Zheng Quqi alone to stand in place.

…… Open, open?

Could she have run away secretly, secretly?

Mo Ye's pupil condensed slightly, and the whip he pulled out was like being wrapped in a deep sea whirlpool, and it took all his strength to pull it out.

Due to the reaction force, he stepped back quickly, and the long whip danced like rippling water, protecting his body.

But seeing that the sword light was blooming like a snow lotus, the flowers were dazzling, and he couldn't even see Yu Wensheng's figure and the speed of the sword, and only relied on his body's instinct to resist and confront.

Damn, is this man a monster?

Narrowly dodging a move, his body was properly chopped as a sound, the vital parts of his body were compounded with iron sheets, and the hard iron on his elbows was facing upward, but with a "click", the iron and bones let out a fragile moan.

I finally saw his full appearance.

Under the mask, his eyes are crooked, the corners of his mouth are curved, and the arc of his mouth is beyond the ordinary, but there is no kindness and gentleness, but with inexplicable madness.

His long sword crushed the iron, and with a touch of force, the crook of Mo Ye's bronze arm immediately burst into red blood.

He gasped and glared at Yu Wensheng viciously.

Every time he attacked, he aimed at his own hand and slashed, and this thief clearly deliberately wanted to maim him and cut off his career as a craftsman.

Mo Ye suddenly pressed down on his neck and shot a poisonous needle from the back of his neck.

Ding——

Yu Wensheng swung his sword and blocked it at will.

But in the next moment, his gloomy and bloodthirsty eyes moved away from Mo Ye's body.

As soon as the figure flickered, she quietly appeared behind Zheng Quqi, she was touching a tree, tiptoeing to escape, and coldly brushed a cold finger, gently caressing the back of her neck.

"Didn't you say that you have always admired me? Why run away? ”

Like the devil's whisper, it suddenly sounded, and Zheng Quqi, who was half-blind, stiffened.

Found, found out, escaped?!

She was about to reply to him, "You only heard the previous sentence, what about the latter sentence, that sentence I just want to silently guard behind the back and be eaten by you?" But he clearly wasn't going to give her a chance to speak.

A force slashed at the back of her neck, and the black man fell limply in front of her.

…… miscalculated, she thought that the two of them would fight, so she had no time to pay attention to her actions, but who knew that Yu Wensheng's belly was black.

This "Sang Xuanqing" vest is estimated to be unable to be saved.

Mo Ye watched him stun the little man with a knife, and played with a cold tone with a hissing pain: "Hehe, what's the matter, I'm worried that this little man who admires and guards you will see your true face thoroughly, so I will faint people first, and then get sick, right?" ”

Yu Wensheng turned a deaf ear to his ridicule and reported a number instead.

"The seventh day of November."

"November 14."

"End of November."

"The first day of December."

Every time Yu Wensheng reported an exact date, Mo Ye's heart tightened.

He was stunned.

The dates above correspond to the time when he lurked on the border of Ye.

The time he came to Fu County.

He prepares for the time to capture and kill Yu Wensheng.

And today...... The timing of the planned implementation.

He raised his eyes suddenly, and his voice seemed to be pressing a fierce beast: "Yu Wensheng, you have already figured out my whereabouts?" ”

Yu Wensheng whispered happily, and walked up to the Confucian shirt: "As long as the Jiulong trap box is still in my hand, you will definitely take the initiative to come to me." ”

Speaking of the Jiulong Trap Box, Mo Ye sneered and snorted: "What if you Yu Wensheng took away the Jiulong Trap Box?" Just with those craftsmen in your Ye country, who has the ability to open it? ”

He clutched his flesh-cut arm, his handsome face full of mockery and contempt, but this arrogance and triumph did not last long on his face.

Just because Yu Wensheng took out the Jiulong trap box in front of him, and then casually lifted the lid and ...... It's open?!

Mo Ye's expression froze on his face like this.

"Ah, what to do? I seem to have been favored by the heavens lately, and it didn't take much effort for this Jiulong trap box to be opened. ”

Mo Ye was greatly stimulated, and shouted without even thinking about it: "Impossible! ”

Yu Wensheng raised his head and laughed, his deep and indulgent pupils dilated: "Hahahaha...... The things you took great pains to snatch from the Mo family ended up being mine, and in order to thank you for your generous gifts, I will definitely send you well. ”

A scream flashed like the sound of the wind, and the slender and upright figure quickly gave Mo Ye a fatal blow.

And when Mo Ye laughed loudly, he had already raised his vigilance to the highest, so the sword only pulled his cheek to the pinna and cut it, and he touched the blood on his face.

With a curse, the sharp seven-section whip was thrown like lightning.

Yu Wensheng wrapped his sword around it, unloading its strength, and with a flick of the tip of the sword, the long whip was inserted into the trunk of a tree like a silver spear.

He bent down and picked up the unconscious Zheng Quqi on his waist, his hands seemed to be disorganized, but in fact, with his unstoppable strength, Mo Ye was tired of coping.

Fighting by force, Mo Ye knew that he would not be Yu Wensheng's opponent, so he took out three black pills from his pocket and threw them in the direction of Yu Wensheng.

Poof—

Immediately, the yellow and white smoke billowed out, Yu Wensheng closed his eyes for the first time and closed his breath, but his expression was like a gluttonous enjoying a feast, aria delicacies, peeling skin and bones.

In such a scene of life and death, in such a tense atmosphere, his bloodthirsty and joyful murderous state, no one can say a word of perversion.

Mo Ye had a pearl in his mouth, and he was not afraid of poisonous smoke, but the smoke lingered, and he couldn't see the situation clearly.

As he was groping and listening, a sword came to his head.

Hiss!

Mo Ye went around to the back of a big tree, and although he had narrowly escaped his life just now, half of his body was stained red with blood.

Yu Wensheng closed his eyes and carried the person, but he was like a leisurely stroll: "You deliberately lured me here, and I rushed over as you wished, cooperating with all your actions from beginning to end, I wanted to see how far you could go, but now it seems that I am very disappointed." ”

The curvature of the corners of the mouth is getting bigger and bigger, like a sharp sickle.

Mo Ye pressed his head against the thorny tree pole, trying to calm his panting, clenching his fists tightly, his face gloomy and dripping.

couldn't help it, he burst into Cantonese foul language in his heart.

Yu Wensheng, you hit the street!