Chapter 112: A Thousand Miles to Help

Zhao Haochen looked at it like this, without saying a word. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

At this moment, the air was solemn and oppressive, making people's breathing almost stop, and a huge dead silence enveloped everyone's hearts, and their minds were in chaos, so they stood in their original posture in a daze, not knowing what to do.

No one moved, and they felt as if the fingertips of death were brushing their necks, the cold scythe grazing their cheeks.

"Drive!"

In the distance, there was a chaotic sound of horses' hooves, and the shouting came from afar, and the dead silence that had been suppressed in everyone's hearts was broken.

At this time, the fear in everyone's eyes looking at Zhao Haochen deepened, and they cowered cowardly.

After Zhuge Yanyun woke up, the fear in his eyes also expanded to an unprecedented range, but when he saw the blood on Zhao Haochen's chest that had not yet coagulated, there was an additional anger on his frightened face.

"Junior, you actually played a trick on us, I swear that I won't kill you today!" Zhuge Yanyun was annoyed and ashamed, this voice seemed to hurt everyone's hearts, and the crowd was excited for a while, and they couldn't wait to tear Zhao Haochen apart.

Zhao Haochen opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Mo Yuxuan.

"My Ziyulou is recruiting you everywhere, but you don't spare the slightest mercy, otherwise you will end up today. ”

Mo Yuxuan took two steps forward and looked at Zhao Haochen who was leaning against the tree, condescending and disdainful, with a mocking look in the corners of his eyes.

"For the sake of the past, I can spare your life today. ”

As soon as this painting came out, it was undoubtedly thunderous on the ground. All the major sects were not kind to their eyes, and they unconsciously stepped forward and took a step, the weapons in their hands were held tighter by them, and they stared at Mo Yuxuan fiercely.

Zhao Haochen humiliated them so much, everyone is bound to kill him, if you want to save him, that is to be the enemy of all of us.

The people of the rivers and lakes do not allow it, and the three major sword sects do not allow it.

"Mo Shao, what do you mean by this, where do you put our faces?" The leader of the Litian Sword Sect was the first to speak, and the rebuke in his words was extremely sharp.

"Get out!"

A simple word made the so-called leader retreat in a lustful manner, not daring to say a word, and not even daring to have the slightest resentment in his heart.

Mo Yuxuan, the young master of Ziyulou and a powerful figure, can make any major decisions on behalf of Ziyulou in the real sense. And Ziyulou is the top of the second-rate forces in the rivers and lakes.

Compared with Ziyulou, the Litian Sword Sect is not looked at by others at all, and only when the three major sword factions jointly speak out, can they attract the attention of others.

And who is he, at most he is just a slightly outstanding disciple of the Litian Sword Sect, and what is compared to Mo Yuxuan's identity, if there is a conflict, he can figure out what kind of decision the sect will make with his ass.

Hand yourself over to apologize, and then take out a lot of resources to calm the anger of others.

That's what the sect will do.

Therefore, this disciple did not dare to have any conflict with Mo Yuxuan.

"Oh, tell me about your conditions!" Zhao Haochen raised his eyebrows and looked at Mo Yuxuan quite interestingly.

"You beg me to forgive you, learn to bark three times, I will spare your life, and let you be a watchdog in my Ziyu Building with peace of mind!"

Mo Yuxuan's face was flat, and his lips moved.

Zhao Haochen didn't laugh angrily, tilted his head, opened his mouth slightly, and asked quite puzzledly: "Mo Yuxuan, Mo Shao, your head won't be kicked by Zhuge Yanyun, right?"

Mo Yuxuan and Zhuge Yanyun were both stunned, not knowing what Zhao Haochen meant, and just as they were about to speak, Zhao Haochen continued.

"Tell me why you're so stupid, you don't usually read more books, and now until your head is not enough, it's really a stupid donkey, no, you say that you are donkeys, and you spoil other people's donkeys, how can you say that people's meat can still be eaten, the meat is delicious and delicious, but what about you, no one wants to sell meat, you say let me say something, it's not as useful as Qinglou's**!"

After Zhao Haochen finished speaking, he only felt a lot more comfortable, but his body was unable to support it, his face was a little paler, and his throat was sweet, but he was stunned and moved his Adam's apple again, and swallowed this mouthful of blood.

In front of him, the old faces were flushed, and it felt like there was no place to rest, and the fierce anger was like a flame that reflected their cheeks red.

No matter how good Mo Yuxuan's cultivation is, this moment has also exploded.

This guy actually said that his head was kicked by a donkey, and the most hateful thing is that he also compares himself with the ** in the Qinglou, donkeys can make people eat meat, ** can sell meat, and no one wants to sell meat by himself, what do you mean?

What's wrong with my meat, why doesn't anyone want it?

Ah, why?

Mo Yuxuan and Zhuge Yanyun were both angry for a while, their souls flew into the dark, and their heads were also short-circuited.

Hey, no, ** sell meat, no one wants our meat, he compares himself to the land of fireworks for people to have fun****** once this reason is the same, the two of them feel even more embarrassed.

The jade flute in Mo Yuxuan's hand rattled in his hand, and Zhuge Yanyun's trembling body suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, he was really angry, he had never seen such an abomination.

"I want you to be unable to survive, you can't want to die!" Mo Yuxuan changed his past graceful appearance, and at this moment, there was a huge fierce aura on his body, covering the world.

Zhao Haochen glanced at the horse team that was getting closer and closer, and a touch of relief flashed in his eyes, although the handsome face was pale and terrifying, but the smile was very bright.

"I can't die today, and you don't have to deliberately spare my life, because the life you hold is not something you can control. ”

Mo Yuxuan's heart suddenly became uneasy because of these words, he didn't know where the opportunity came from, but for an old man like him, he didn't look for Zhao Haochen's vitality at the first time, but the jade flute in his hand nodded towards Zhao Haochen's head.

"Whoosh" A crossbow arrow shot out from the horse galloping in the distance with a sonic boom, and the target was exactly five feet above Zhao Haochen's head.

Mo Yuxuan was shocked to hear the sudden change, and the vigilance in his heart had already been raised to the highest, and when he turned over, he dodged the attack of the crossbow arrow.

Put the jade flute in your hand, for fear of breaking it, and take care of it carefully.

This jade flute is his weapon, and it is also his musical instrument, if he insists on killing Zhao Haochen, then this jade flute that is regarded as life will not only be damaged, but even his own life will definitely be hit, so he decisively gave up killing Zhao Haochen.

The sound of horses' hooves disappeared, the smoke and dust filled the air, and a figure came into Zhao Haochen's eyes......