Chapter Forty-Eight, My People Who Move, Who Die

The flask shattered into small porcelain pieces the size of fingernails like a spider's web, and the wine in the flask also overflowed through the cracks, but both the porcelain tiles and the wine gathered in the palm of the ink pouring pool, as if covered by an invisible true qi.

Immediately, the next moment, Mo Dump Chi quickly stood up, standing with a long body, and at the same time, the broken wine pot in his hand made a 'magnetic' sound, and a strange scene appeared in front of Luo Wentao, only to see that Mo Dump Chi stood up in just an instant, and the wine pot and wine in Mo Tilt Chi's hand quickly combined in the palm of his hand, turning into a long sword of four feet five inches and three points.

The figure flashed, and the lightning of the ink pool appeared in front of Qiao Feng, and the sword in his hand stabbed Qiao Feng's eyes fiercely, and he was ruthless and decisive, showing no mercy at all. Qiao Feng felt a cold chill when he held Mingjing's wrist, but he didn't expect Mo Tingchi's shot to be so fast, and he was already stabbed in front of him in just the next moment.

Qiao Feng shot backwards, only to avoid its edge, he knew very well that if he continued to hold Spiegel's wrist, then Mo Dump Chi's sword ten ** would take his life.

In the hands of a master, even a single leaf can be turned into a deadly weapon, not to mention that in the hand of Mo Dumping Chi is not a leaf, but a pile of porcelain pieces combined into a sword.

The sword and his chest narrowly brushed by, sending out a slender sword mark on Qiao Feng's chest. The ink pouring pool was silent, his wrist shook, and in an instant, the porcelain pieces that were originally condensed into a sword by the true qi turned into hundreds of pieces like flying flowers and fallen leaves, encompassing in all directions, and attacked Qiao Feng fiercely again, and at the same time, when the sword turned into a porcelain piece, the wine jug attached to the sword fell into the other hand of the ink pouring pool, and the ink pouring pool operated its internal force, turning the wine into a water sword, and the body was as fast as lightning and attacked Qiao Feng again.

As soon as this hand came out, Qiao Feng was suddenly forced to die again.

In the face of the killing moves of the ink pouring pool, Qiao Feng did not dare to have the slightest reservation, and directly used the eighteen palms of the dragon to attack the ink pouring pool. A majestic and majestic dragon groan, the hall up and down was like an earthquake, and the porcelain pieces that came from all directions were all struck into powder by Qiao Feng's fierce and fierce dragon descending eighteen palms, and then Qiao Feng wanted to raise the internal force to resist the water sword in the hand of the ink pouring pool, but the speed of the ink pouring pool was too fast, and before Qiao Feng could lift the internal force, the ink pouring pool and the water sword condensed by the internal force had already hit Qiao Feng's chest, and if he advanced an inch, the sword went straight into Qiao Feng's heart.

Although the sword was a water sword, Qiao Feng believed that if Mo poured into the pool one more point, he would definitely die.

Mo Dump Chi held the water sword, and the water sword exuded this chill, and the water gradually solidified under this cold temperature, turning into ice. Mo Dumping Chi looked at Qiao Feng coldly, and said indifferently: "Qiao Gang Leader, I hope you can give me an explanation, otherwise I will have to add a corpse here, although it is the corpse of the Beggar Gang Leader." ”

Although his life was pinched between a sword, Qiao Feng's face was fearless, he calmly looked at the young man who controlled his power of life and death, and said: "I want to ask Mo Gongzi, why did you suddenly attack me? Could it be that Qiao Mou offended you in something?"

Mo Dump Chi smiled coldly and said: "You didn't offend me, but you moved my people, and I, Mo Dump Chi has always had a bad person who likes me, whoever touches will die, even if it is a maid, and Qiao Gang Leader happened to violate this rule of Mo." ”

"It turned out that Mr. Mo thought that I suddenly held Miss Spiegel's arm to disadvantage him, this is just Qiao's way to test whether he is Mr. Spiegel, if there is anything abrupt, please forgive Mr. Mo. Qiao Feng gave his hand.

Mo Dump Chi smiled again, the smile was colder than just now, the sword in his hand had been condensed into ice, Ink Dump Chi moved the sword forward by half an inch, the sword almost touched Qiao Feng's clothes, Qiao Feng could already feel the chill of death on the tip of the sword, Mo Dump Chi said: "Oh, that's really the case? I remember that I have already allowed the Qiao Gang Leader to judge the identity of the mirror, how can the Qiao Gang Leader need to make such a decision? I doubt that the Qiao Gang Leader wants to take advantage of my maid." ”

"Mo Gongzi misunderstood, Qiao Mou swore to the sky without the slightest meaning, Qiao Mou just wanted to determine whether Spiegel was Mr. Spiegel. ”

Mo Dumping Chi didn't entangle with Qiao Feng on this, and said, "Okay, even if it's as Gang Leader Qiao said, Gang Leader Qiao has already decided?"

Qiao Feng nodded and said, "It's confirmed." ”

Mo poured into the pond and said, "What is the result?"

Qiao Feng said: "I have already determined that Miss Spiegel is Mr. Spiegel, I have already investigated her meridians just now, and she has the unique mark of my dragon capture skill." ”

Mo poured out the pond and said, "Oh, I see, so what? ”

Qiao Feng said: "It's true that the identity of Miss Spiegel involves the matter of our Beggar Gang Elder Chen Guyan, so Qiao hopes to take Miss Spiegel to the Beggar Gang to explain this matter clearly." ”

Mo Dump Chi continued to say lightly: "Have you finished your words?"

Qiao Feng didn't speak, looking at the ink pouring pool.

Mo Tianchi said lightly: "Since your words have been finished, then you can leave now, remember not to come to me alone next time, otherwise I don't mind losing one of the arms of the Qiao Gang Leader." The tip of the sword in his hand heated, and finally turned into a drop of wine and spilled on the ground.

Qiao Feng frowned, looking at the rebellious young man in front of him: "Therefore, Master Mo is unwilling to let Miss Spiegel come out to explain?"

Mo Dumping Chi glanced at Qiao Feng and said: "Didn't I understand my words, Gang Master Qiao, in that case, Mo might as well say his words more clearly, no matter what the result is, Gang Leader Qiao can go, whoever moves and dies in my Ink Dumping Pool, so I will definitely not hand over my subordinates, even if it is a subordinate, and based on your rude measures to my maid just now, you will no longer be welcomed by Wen Yi Longyuan." ”

"Gang Leader Joe, you can go, I don't want to use my sword to send Gang Leader Joe away. ”

Qiao Feng stared at Mo Dump Chi stiffly, did not move or speak, but Mo Dump Chi had already turned his gaze to look at Luo Wentao, who had crossed out of the hall due to the cold breath just now, and said, "Wen Tao took my saber over, it seems that the leader of the beggar gang wants me to send it off." ”

Luo Wentao said yes, and then left quickly.

At this time, Qiao Feng's complexion had already begun to change, he understood that Mo Dump Chi had made up his mind, it was absolutely impossible for him to take away the mirror today, and after today, his relationship with Ink Dump Chi would be like a stranger, and it would be the same as fire and water.

He was not sure that he could defeat Mo Dump Chi, and he was not sure that he could take the mirror away in the heavily guarded and unfamiliar environment of Wen Yi Longyuan, so Qiao Feng bowed his hand and had no choice but to leave.

It was the first time in his life that he had left in such a humiliating manner. This is also the first time in his life that someone has been so rude to him. Qiao Feng didn't care too much about these, all Qiao Feng cared about was one thing, Mo Dumping Chi might be the person who was planning to get rid of him on the evening of June 18 three days ago.

When he looked at the beggar gang leader's footsteps out of the hall, he didn't mind the conflict with the beggar gang leader being more intense, and added, "Qiao gang leader, I don't want the beggar gang disciples to follow him like Shaomu Mountain, otherwise Mo will inevitably send a few corpses to the beggar gang Dazhi rudder." ”

Qiao Fenghu's body trembled slightly, did not speak, and left directly.

The two servants led the way early, and although they were already on the same page, Wen Yi Long Yuan still did not lack basic etiquette.

As soon as Qiao Feng left, Luo Wentao appeared, in fact, Luo Wentao never left, he just walked a little farther, he believed that Qiao Feng would never dare to fight with his son.

Walking into the hall, Luo Wentao smiled and looked at the young man in front of him who he respected the most in his life, and sighed: "Qiao Feng's martial arts are alone in the rivers and lakes, and he can't stop the two moves of the son, and now I am afraid that there is no one on the rivers and lakes who can fight with the son." ”

Mo Tianchi smiled, and did not remember the sincere praise of the most unskilled subordinates, and said lightly: "Wen Tao, you are wrong. Although Qiao Feng's strength is slightly inferior to me, but it is not easy for me to defeat him, just now I can subdue him in three moves, there are two reasons; first, I took advantage of his unpreparedness, and second, he had no intention of fighting with me, so the third move deliberately did not dodge, it seems that this beggar gang leader is indeed the most difficult gang leader since the establishment of the beggar gang, literary and military strategies can be regarded as the best among people, judging the situation is very comparable, the most important thing is that he is kind and decisive, and such people are far more interesting than friends. ”

Mingjing, who looked soft and weak, lowered his head and smiled, then raised his eyes to look at the person in front of her who could make her give up her life at any time, gritted his teeth, and said softly: "No matter what, I believe that no one in the world can beat Childe, Childe, I want to know just now, is what you said to Qiao Feng just now true?"

Mo Tingchi's smile was slightly sluggish, he naturally knew what Ming Spiegel was saying, but he didn't expect that Ming Spiegel, who had always pursued the phrase that actions speak louder than words, would ask this sentence that had nothing to do with official business, he didn't choose to be perfunctory, but looked at the little maid in front of him very solemnly, and then glanced at Luo Wentao, who was also looking at him with expectant eyes, and said: "No one can touch my people, except for me, otherwise there is only one death." ”

Immediately, Luo Wentao suddenly burst into tears, he hated tears the most, he would rather shed blood than tears, but at this time he couldn't help crying, he silently lowered his head, and silently recited in his mind the sentence that Mo Dumping often recited: Jun treats me as a countryman, and I will repay it with a countryman.

And Mingjing smiled like a flower, looked at the person in front of him with a pair of bright misty eyes, and said a sentence that made Mo Tingchi's heart firmly wrapped in power and wisdom can't help but tremble lightly: "How I hope that Mingjing can have a few more lives, so that Mingjing can die a few more times for Gongzi." ”