Martial Myth System

At the end of the year, the splendid fireworks are like painted scrolls of flourishing age.

When the chest is a sword, penetrates the heart and lungs, blood is splashing...

The weak body is pressed against the cold ground, as if being drawn away from the soul...

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Mo Zhonggan rushed to Su Can, feeling a suffocating pain for the second time in his life.

Last time, it was when the concubine passed away.

Kneeling down in front of Su Can, Mo Jungan felt the tears flowing uncontrollably...

"Big brother Su, don’t die...Help, come here. Save him!"

The killer leader retracted his palm, removed his palm, and saw this scene in his eyes, but his expression was still indifferent, indifferently said:

"Poor also had It's a generation of heroes..."

Then he cast a look at the killer's subordinates, and the six black robe killers were about to step forward and take away Mo Zenggan.

Mo Jungan just looked at Su Can's blood on his face and wanted to talk, knelt on the ground and hugged him tightly, silently...

"Your Highness!"

The two Imperial Family guards saw all this in their eyes, and wanted to rush over to rescue them, but they were delayed and couldn't leave.

Mo Zhonggan seemed to be unaware of the approach of the killer, holding Su Can's body that was getting colder, tears like rain.

Su Can was pierced by a knife in his chest, speaking with difficulty, as if exhausting all his energy, pulling at the sleeve of his clothes...

"foolish child, run away Ah..."

"I won't go!"

Mo Jungan couldn't stop tearing, and replied flatly:

"Today we will die Together!"

The killer leader, coldly snorted, raised his palm, and a rush of suction spread to Mo Jiangan.

"Today, your life and death are not your responsibility."

Mo Jungan suddenly felt that his body was out of control and was pulled by an inexplicable force.

Struggling to fight, but unable to fight...

Slowly, it will be torn apart.

At this time, a stream of silver white ink appeared in the alley.

"His Royal Highness, the prince who has left the country, can't tolerate his own life and death in the land away from the country?"

Strong palms manifested out of thin air, sweeping away six people with a single palm The killer, Han Feng in a white robe, appeared in the alley.

However, Mo Zhonggan suddenly seemed to have caught a life-saving straw, and loudly shouted at the Han Feng who appeared:

"Mr. Han, help! Save the big brother Su! "

Han Feng glanced, thinking in his heart...If I rescued me, wouldn't the script be scrapped?

Thoughts move, the real fantasy ability will be urged again... The black robe killer leader with the appearance of Bu Jingyun raised his palm up, and struck Han Feng awe-inspiringly.

Han Feng "has no choice" to resist with a wave of palms.

The fists interlaced and the Inner Strength collided, causing the whole alley to vibrate endlessly.

In this way, the battlefield in the alley is divided into two ends...Here Han Feng is one against seven, and the two Imperial Family guards there also fight to the death with the three killers.

And Mo Jungan will be in the middle of the battlefield, holding Su Can's broken body.

"Big brother Su...I'm sorry..."

Su Can was pierced by a knife in his chest. It was already aired in more and less air, and tremblingly raised his hand and placed it on Mo Jungan's shoulders.

"smelly brat...what are you crying? I've been alive soon, so...it's a bit easier..."

"No, you are..."

Mo Zhonggan wanted to retort something. Looking at Su Can's blood-stained face, he choked speechless, his tears were low, and he only murmured:

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

Mo Zhonggan remembered that he had just been chased by Taichu Dao and wandered on the street, and he was beaten up by the evil beggar. It was this shameless and thin man who saved him... I gave myself food and took care of myself without asking for anything...

I don’t know why I can get these cares.

"Big brother Su, I don’t deserve you to do this for me..."

Su Can grinned, moved lightly, put his hand on Mo Zhonggan’s face, and used his thumb Gently rubbed it on Mo Zhonggan's face, leaving a scarlet mark.

"Silly boy, don't cry..."

He breathed a sigh of relief.

"Do you know why I wanted to protect you when I saw you?"

Mo Jungan couldn't stop tearing, and shook his head choked up.

"It's because of the look in your eyes, this stubbornness is like I saw myself..."

Speaking of this, Su Can actually has a little more energy. It seems to be a back light, a little loudly said:

"I, I regret that I took the wrong path when I was young, but I only fell to this point in the end. I hope you...Don't be like me..."

"You must remember what I said, be a good person, be strong...work hard...don't you know?"

This admonishing voice was a bit harsh.

Mo Jungan just kept crying and nodded heavily.

"Big brother Su, don’t die...I can’t do well, I'm a special bastard, can you teach me how to do it!"

"Ha, I told you these days , That's all the truth I understand... You are a prince, there will be better people to teach you... You can't forget, you promised me... Be a kind person, be a good person... …You swear, otherwise I can’t just die..."

Mo Jungan cried and raised three fingers, and said intermittently with tears:

"I won’t swear anyway, I will definitely be a good person... Big brother Su, I swear, you hold on, the people from the Sword Suspension Department are here, they will save you!"

"hehe," Su Can smiled miserably , "My own body knows it myself, why do you think I know martial arts and still live on the streets, of course there is a problem... It is good to die now, so as not to suffer... I just can't worry about you..."

"Yes!" Mo Tiangan increased his voice, "Don't die!"

"smelly brat, don't cry, remember...you are a very good child...don't forget Promise..."

He didn't say anything, his arms dropped and hit the broken stone slab...

The body became colder and colder.

The fireworks in the sky are still exploding brightly, gorgeous and dazzling.

Mo Jungan opened his mouth but couldn't cry, and his tears ran away...

...

Han Feng saw that the shocking education was almost done. The internal strength of the body revolves.

The chaos in the alley finally came to fruition.

Han Feng confronted the assassin leader he had turned into a phantom, and slammed it into the air.

coldly snorted, palm luck ice power.

Seven killers were repelled, and their bodies were frosted.

"Retreat!"

The killer leader made a decisive decision and led the crowd to evacuate.

The three killers on the other side also left.

Run out of this street, Han Feng dissipated his skill support, and a total of ten killers disappeared into the air like ink.

It is really difficult to maintain this level of real illusion. Fortunately, Han Feng's brand new Martial Dao has some support from the endless Yin and Yang Gong body.

The illusory battle is over...

After hearing of the fighting here, the Sword Suspension Department who patrolled the city and the patrol Sirenma finally rushed over.

Seeing Han Feng here, they bowed and saluted.

Han Feng nodded, knowing that Mo Jungan was irritated and needed to rest for a while, so he was instructed:

"Third Prince was frightened just now and brought him back to the Sword Suspension Department Set up well..."

Look at Su Can's "remains" again.

"The body of this warrior... First take it to Yi Village in the city to be resettled..."

The guards took their orders and helped Mo Zhonggan and took away Su Can. "remains".

Mo Jungan was totally lost and lonely, but he didn't say a word.

Two black clothed guards followed Mo Zhonggan behind, also silent.

Everyone left.

Han Feng stood alone in the alley and sighed. He didn’t know if he was doing this to a child...but it’s really interesting~

Han Feng is so bad Thinking hard, walked out of the alley.

After the New Year’s day, I feel a little lonely...

I looked up at the fireworks rising into the sky and wandered on the street without knowing where I was going.

It’s just Chinese New Year after all, and I’m a little homesick...

Suddenly, a clear girl’s voice sounded on the street.

"Why is Mr. Han hanging out on the street on the New Year's Eve?"

Han Feng looked up, and a red-clothed splendid girl was standing in the street with back hands On the other side, smiled.