Ma'am help, the general is in trouble again

Chapter 40
"Pretending to be stupid?"

Moye clenched his teeth.

The nine-section whip turned around and flicked, the broad shoulders undulated like a mountain, flying off the string, the roar of the tiger rolled up dust and leaves, and the whip ruthlessly aimed at Zheng Quchi.

Zheng Quchi turned his ear to the side, heard a crackling sound, his body turned faster than his mind, slipped sideways under Yu Wensheng's arm, and hid firmly behind him.

Yu Wensheng's long and slender fingers were loose enough to hold the hilt of the sword, and he raised his lips. The Shura mask split by two extreme black and red cut the cold killing intent in his eyes, trembling madly.

"Did you forget? Your opponent is me~"

As soon as the voice fell, the figure moved suddenly, and the autumn wind of withered leaves swirled, and the silver light suddenly appeared, leaving Zheng Quchi standing there blankly.

...Is it on, is it on?

Could she run away secretly, secretly?

Moye's pupils condensed slightly, and the whip he drew was as if wrapped in a deep sea vortex, 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 water waves, protecting his whole body.

But he saw the sword light blooming like snow lotus, and the blossoms were dazzling. He couldn't even see Yu Wencheng's figure clearly and the speed of the sword, and he could only resist and resist with his body's instinct.

Fuck, is this person a monster?
With a dangerous move, his body was cut with a loud sound, the vital parts of his body were compounded with iron sheets, and the hard iron on his elbow was blocked upwards, but with a "click", the iron block and bones groaned fragilely.

Finally, he could see his full figure clearly.

The floating clothes are like clouds, like burning fireworks. Under the mask, the tails of his eyes are curved, and the corners of his mouth are curved. The upward arc is more than usual, but there is no kindness and tenderness, but inexplicable madness.

His long sword crushed the iron block, and he snatched it hard, and the dark red blood immediately oozed from the crook of Moye's bronzed arm.

Panting heavily, he glared at Yu Wencheng viciously.

Every time he attacks, he aims at his own hand. This villain clearly intends to mutilate him and end his career as a craftsman.

Mo Ye suddenly lowered his neck and shot a poisonous needle from the back of his neck.

Ding--

Yu Wencheng swung his sword away, and blocked it at will.

But in the next moment, his dark and bloodthirsty eyes quietly moved away from Mo Ye.

As soon as the figure swept away, she quietly appeared behind Zheng Quchi. She was touching a tree and was about to run away on tiptoe. Unexpectedly, a cold finger was gently caressing the back of her neck.

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

Like the ravings of a devil, the sound suddenly sounded, and Zheng Quchi, who was in a semi-blind state, froze in shock.

Was, was found to escape? !

She was about to reply to him, "You only heard the first sentence, what about the second sentence, that sentence I just want to silently guard and be eaten by you?", but he obviously didn't intend to give her a chance to speak.

A force hit the back of her neck, and the black man in front of her fell limp.

...Miscalculation, she thought that when the two of them fought, they would have no time to pay attention to her actions, but who would have thought that Yu Wencheng had such a dark belly.

Now the vest of "Sang Xuanqing" probably won't be able to keep.

Moye watched him knock the dwarf unconscious with a knife in his hand, and said in a playful and cold voice with a hiss of pain, "Hehe, what's the matter, I'm worried that this little dwarf who admires and protects you will see your true face clearly, so first put people away Get dizzy, get sick again, right?"

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

"The seventh day of November."

"November fourteen."

"The end of November."

"The first day of December."

Whenever Yu Wensheng reported an exact date, Moye's heart tightened.

He was stunned.

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

When he came to Fu County.

When he was preparing to hunt and kill Yu Wensheng.

And today... the time for the plan to be implemented.

He raised his eyes abruptly, his voice sounded like a beast: "Yu Wencheng, have you already figured out my whereabouts?"

Yu Wensheng groaned joyfully, and lifted his elegant Confucian shirt: "As long as the Nine Dragons Box is still in my hand, you will definitely come to me on your own initiative."

Mentioning the Jiulong mechanism box, Moye sneered and poohed: "So what if you, Yu Wencheng, took away the Jiulong mechanism box? With the craftsmen of your Ye Kingdom, who has the ability to open it?"

He was clutching his torn arm, his handsome face was full of ridicule and contempt, but this kind of arrogance did not last long on his face.

Just because Yu Wencheng took out the Jiulong mechanism box in front of him, then casually lifted the lid, and it opened...? !

Mo Ye's expression froze on his face.

"Ah, what should I do? I seem to have been favored by the heavens recently, and the Nine-Long Mechanism Box was opened without much effort."

Mo Ye was greatly stimulated, and shouted without thinking: "Impossible!"

Yu Wensheng raised his head and laughed, his deep and indulgent pupils dilated: "Hahahaha... The things you tried so hard to snatch from the Mo family became mine in the end. In order to thank you for your generous gift, I will definitely give it to you well." On your way."

A shriek flashed like the sound of the wind, and the slender and tall figure quickly dealt Mo Ye a fatal blow.

When Yu Wencheng laughed, Mo Ye had already raised his vigilance to the highest level, so the sword only pulled his cheek to the ear and cut it. He touched the blood on his face.

After cursing, the sharp seven-section whip was thrown like lightning.

Yu Wencheng entangled himself with the sword, let go of its strength, flicked the tip of the sword, and the long whip was inserted into a tree trunk like a silver spear.

He bent down and picked up the unconscious Zheng Quchi by his waist. His hands looked disorganized, but in fact they beat Moye with unstoppable force, making Mo Ye tired of coping.

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 Yu Wencheng's direction.

puff-

Immediately, thick yellow and white smoke billowed, Yu Wensheng closed his eyes immediately, and closed his breath, but his expression was like a glutton enjoying a feast, chanting delicacies, peeling the skin and tearing apart the bones.

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

Mo Ye had Zhu Cang in his mouth, and he was not afraid of the poisonous smoke, but he couldn't see the situation clearly because of the lingering smoke.

When he was groping and listening, a sword light came over his head.

hiss!
Mo Ye went around behind a big tree. Although he escaped his life just now, half of his body was stained red with blood.

Yu Wensheng closed his eyes, carried the person on his shoulders, but walked like a stroll in the garden: "You lured me here on purpose, and I rushed over as you wished, and cooperated with all your actions from beginning to end. I wanted to see what you could do." To what extent, but now it looks like a big disappointment."

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

Mo Ye put his head against the thorny tree pole, tried to calm down the sound of panting, clenched his fists tightly, his face was gloomy and dripping water.

Unable to bear it, he uttered a Cantonese swear word in his heart.

Yu Wensheng, you're on the street!

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