Pain is a feeling that can be superimposed, but when a person has passed a critical point, they no longer perceive pain...... In other words, if emotions such as sadness and excitement are strong enough to cover the pain......

Mo Zhongqian is a person who is not so afraid of pain, although he is a prince, Mo Zhongqian has never intended to be a pampered person, practicing martial arts and practicing physique...... Mo Zhongqian never thought of being a master, but he had the determination to be a strong man.

Pain...... It is those lowly civilians, weak wastes who cling to the feeling of uselessness.

But when someone shelters themselves from the elements...... Why do I feel more pain?

Su Can propped Mo Zhongqian under his body with both hands, and used his back to block most of Mo Zhongqian's punches and kicks.

But it is this occasional punch and kick that makes people take off some kind of armor on their bodies.

Su Can coughed out a little blood from his mouth and splashed it on Mo Zhongqian's face...... Although this man is thin, he looks surprisingly tough at this time.

"Stinky boy, don't be afraid...... Close your eyes...... They'll be gone in a minute......"

Mo Zhongqian's eyes were in a trance, as if he had returned to the cold palace, and the woman was holding his hand.

"Qian'er...... Don't be afraid, try to live, live with dignity......"

After a slight blur in front of his eyes...... The woman's shadow began to coincide with the man......

"The Mother ......"

This feeling of being guarded has not been felt for many years.

After the death of the woman who hugged herself and cried after she was beaten by her brother, she vowed to be a person who lived only for herself, but ...... How can anyone protect themselves like that?

The flower-faced beggar was also tired of punching and kicking, and seeing that Su Can was just beaten and didn't speak, he felt bored, scolded and walked away again......

Su Can then rolled to the side and lay down next to Mo Zhongqian.

A bloody stain on his chin......

"Hey, these rotten sweet potato rotten bird eggs...... It's like beating people like they haven't eaten~"

Mo Zhongqian turned his face sideways, quietly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and propped up his body with his right hand to look at Su Can's bloodstained face.

"Brother Su, how are you, Brother Su!, I'm sorry ......"

Su Can had one eye stained with blood, so he opened one eye and closed one eye to look at Mo Zhongqian: "Hehe, how is it, is your big brother Su a hundred times stronger than them?"

Mo Zhongqian nodded emphatically:

"That's right, you're a hundred times better than those pariahs! Don't worry, I'll figure it out now! When I get my men back, I'll kill them all!...... I'm going to kill all the beggars in the clouds!"

Mo Zhongqian actually had the strength to move, but he didn't know why, in fact, he was a little nostalgic for the feeling of being taken care of, so he kept pretending that the injuries of his hands and feet were not completely ...... I also didn't dare to return to the Hanging Sword Division in my heart......

If the Hanging Sword Division really hasn't changed, why wouldn't he come to him?

With such a mood, Mo Zhongqian has been staying here......

Today, anger awakened Mo Zhongqian.

However, Mo Zhongqian, who wanted to stand up, was grabbed by Su Can's wrist.

Su Can looked at Mo Zhongqian with the blood stains on his face:

"Little Mo...... If you want to be an upright person, you can't be cruel and murderous...... You have to learn to distinguish between grievances. ”

The anger and resentment in Mo Zhongqian's eyes never diminished: "But...... They're all doing that to you! They're not good stuff!"

Su Can smiled bitterly at Mo Zhongqian:

"But I'm also a beggar in this dusty city...... Even if you're ...... It's ...... now."

Mo Zhongqian looked at Su Can's appearance, no longer arguing, but nodded seriously:

"Brother Su, I promise you. ”

Hearing Mo Zhongqian's assurance, Su Can let go of his hand.

And Mo Zhongqian also turned around and ran out.

"Brother Su, you wait for me, I'll go find someone to save you!"

Mo Zhongqian had already run onto the street in a few steps.

The streets of Yunchen are quite complicated, and standing on those high-rise buildings that look out over the city, you can see the large and small streets and alleys extending in all directions like spider webs.

Mo Zhongqian ran all the way out of the beggars' gathering place outside Yunlow Alley, and began to look around, recalling the trajectory of his escape from the Hanging Sword Division.

Following the vague impression, the young man ran in the Hanging Sword Division.

The hands and feet still hurt, but a sense of exhilarating fighting with life also spreads in my heart.

There were a lot of pedestrians on the road, but Mo Zhongqian didn't dare to ask for directions, just a person passing by the street like a gust of wind.

If you miss the road, you will make up for it with more footsteps.

Finally, Mo Zhongqian rushed to the door of the Hanging Sword Division with his memory.

The appearance of the Hanging Sword Division that had experienced the previous Morashasa Rebellion had not changed much, and two Hanging Sword Division guards in black and white uniforms were guarding the door with long swords in their hands.

Mo Zhongqian's heart had a thousand thoughts, but he didn't know how to express them, he only felt that he had stood on the threshold of returning to his past life, and all the wanton royal madness was about to return to his hands.

After sorting out his expression, Mo Zhongqian raised his feet and prepared to walk towards the gate of the Hanging Sword Division.

However, just raised the foot...... A figure flickered, pulling Mo Zhongqian and disappearing into the street in front of the Hanging Sword Division.

I was in a trance for a while, and when I came back to my senses, I was already in a dimly lit alley.

Standing in front of him was a royal guard in black robes.

Mo Zhongqian saw the familiar person, and there were two more surprises in his tone:

"Horse guard!"

However, Ma Guard's expression was extremely depressed, and he frowned and said to Mo Zhongqian:

"Third prince, the situation is too critical, I will make a long story short, and please remember what I said. ”

Mo Zhongqian actually said that although there were many young people's arrogance, his mind was still quite mature, and he looked at the horse guards and nodded seriously.

But what I have in mind is ...... I guess there's nothing good going on......

Ma Escort is really an acting school, and said with a cold expression:

"Before, the Taichu Dao summoned the Molasshasa Shi, and the Hanging Sword Division suffered an inexplicable attack, causing the exile of the prince...... But now there is also a cult coveting in the Hanging Sword Division...... Now that Han Feng, the head of the Hanging Sword Division, is missing, the two sword wielders are seriously injured, and there is a mysterious demon outside the world that is searching for your traces...... You must not go back, you must hide, you must not be caught by those evil people!"

Mo Zhongqian didn't expect that the current situation was so critical, and he felt a chill on his back when he heard it.

However, these two days of street life have tempered his tenacity, Mo Zhongqian did not collapse, but nodded seriously and replied:

"I see. ”

Then, several mysterious black shadows flashed through the alley......

The horse guard stood in front of Mo Zhongqian's body and said categorically:

"Your Highness, after I come to break off, you go first. ”

"Horse guard, take care!"

Mo Zhongqian also fled decisively, turned around and fled out of the alley......

Chased by the crisis of life and death, Mo Zhongqian ran wildly on the streets of Yunchendu, and the teenager who didn't know anything about this place was just running around the streets.

Suddenly, a hand stretched out from the corner next to him and pulled Mo Zhongqian in.

The boy was startled, and then breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the person clearly.

"Ah! it's Brother Su......"

Su Can, whose face was a little pale, patted Mo Zhongqian's shoulder.

"You kid, didn't you save me, what are you running here?"

Mo Zhongqian turned around and pulled Su Can and started running.

"There's no time to explain, run. ”

Mo Zhongqian thought in his heart that he must hold on until Han Feng led someone to find him, although the horse guard said that Han Feng was missing, but Mo Zhongqian always had a feeling...... I just have to wait for him to show up and be at ease.

......

At this time, Han Feng and Chu Qingni were standing in a barren valley.

Lip Smack:

"This is the rumored headquarters of the original Great World Sect [Divine Heavenly Sect]? ”

In the middle of the valley is a huge rock wall that protrudes.

On the rock wall, two vertical lines of text are engraved with sword intent.

"The Ninth Emperor of the Divine Expedition, the Great Sect Shocks the Dust"

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