Then Mo Zhiyu swung his knife and drew a magic circle in the air, and as soon as his blade was raised, the magic circle suddenly shrouded Mo Pan's body, making Mo Pan unable to move.

"This guy is probably the best you can handle, right?" Mo Zhiyu stood in front of Mo Pan, looked down at him, the knife in his hand pointed at the headless corpse on the ground, and then slowly pointed at Mo Pan, "With your current realm in the late stage of the Phantom Yuan Realm, you shouldn't be able to raise a more advanced guest qing."

Look, it's hard to kill me. I'm not just a military cultivator, I can also use formation techniques.

And do you really think that if you let someone else kill me, you can get rid of the light system? I'm not just the second disciple of the Heavenly Sword Mountain Chief, nor am I just a young kid who has just shown his edge at the Sword Discussion Conference. I have also destroyed the pirate ships of the Western Continent, I have also killed the elders of the Sadumen, I have also captured the king of Zhaoyan Kingdom, and I am the first choice to go to the emperor's tomb......

Do you think I'm just sent by the Xianhua League to spread the word? You know, if I die here, they find out the real murderer. Do you think you can still get the Patriotic Mansion? ”

Mo Zhiyu's words made Mo Pan more and more shocked the more he listened. These were all things that Mo Zhiyu had never mentioned at the previous family banquet, how could he have thought that this stinky boy who had not heard from him for many years would have experienced so many things, and even made such a great contribution to the Xianhua League!

"Far away, you can't kill me anyway." Mo Zhi laughed, and the knife in his hand suddenly moved, and with a "swish", blood cut out on Mo Pan's face. Mo Pan screamed "ah", he wanted to roll on the ground in pain, but he could only let the blood flow all over his face.

Mo Pan's face was torn from the left ear to the right ear, and a deep hole was visible. Make his face look like he's come back from hell.

Mo Zhiyu put away the ink knife, stretched out his hand and drew a magic circle in the air, and then with a palm of his hand, he pressed the magic circle towards Mo Pan's face. Mo Pan closed his eyes tightly and clenched his teeth, he thought that he was going to die today, and he would die very painfully, but he only felt some itching on his face, and his body didn't seem to be as painful as before.

Because, Mo Zhiyu stopped his bleeding and eased this terrible wound a little.

"Stop!" A teenager suddenly rushed in through the door, and without hesitation, he picked up the broken sword on the ground and threw himself at Mo Zhiyu.

Mo Zhiyu's eyelids didn't lift, he collected the magic circle first, and with a backhand slap, the young man flew to the corner. Then he looked sideways at the young man with hatred in his eyes: the period of ink.

Mo Pan saw Mo Zhiyu looking at his son, and immediately shouted: "Don't hurt him, he is your brother!" ”

"Brother?" Mo Zhiyu looked at Mo Pan with a light smile, "Don't you think it's ridiculous to mention these two words now?" When you sent someone to kill me, did you ever think that my father is also your brother? ”

Mo Pan was speechless, his eyes were surging with emotion, and finally he choked up and said, "I deserve to die, I deserve to die, but please!" Please spare it, he's just a child! ”

"Dad, don't ask for him!" Mo Zhizhi struggled to crawl out of the corner, and just now Mo Zhiyu didn't hurt him, but only briefly closed his acupoint, making him unable to move. But now it seems that this kid still has a kind, and he will protect his father at this time.

But Mo Zhiyu didn't look at Mo Zhizhi, he just drew a formation in the air again, and then Mo Zhizhi's hands and feet suddenly glued together uncontrollably, and an unknown array was suspended on his wrists and ankles.

Mo Zhiyu pulled over a stool, looked down at Mo Pan with tears in his eyes, and then he shook his head with a slight smile, and said, "I'm not as mad as you, I won't kill you, and of course I won't kill your son." ”

Mo Pan and Mo Zhi were stunned at the same time, Mo Pan reacted quickly, and immediately shouted to his son: "Zhi Zhi, thank you brother soon!" ”

But now that his hands and feet are controlled, he can't move at all, but his eyes are still full of hatred, and even if he can, he will never bow his head!

However, Mo Zhiyu didn't want to watch the performance of these two fathers and sons, and he smiled faintly and said, "Don't think how good my heart is." You're so treacherous, do you think I'm just healing you? ”

Mo Pan was stunned, and he began to break out in a cold sweat again.

"I don't bother to think about you killing me, or about the fact that you withheld the letters your father gave me. All of this is just because my father is seriously ill, and I don't want him to worry about the trivial matters of the Patriotic Mansion anymore. Therefore, the Patriotic Mansion also needs a housekeeper. Mo Zhiyu said slowly, "Got it?" ”

Mo Pan slammed his head on the ground, and used his only power of action to show his sincerity: "Understood! Got it! Of course I will take care of my eldest brother wholeheartedly and manage the Patriotic Mansion well? ”

Mo Zhiyu mentioned without yin or yang: "Take care? ”

Mo Pan reacted immediately, kowtowed even more, and said, "I will definitely serve my eldest brother wholeheartedly!" Help the eldest brother take care of the Weiguo Mansion. ”

"Clever man." Mo Zhiyu stood up.

Mo Pan also immediately felt that all the restraints on his body were gone, and he immediately used his Yuan Force, but found that he still couldn't use Yuan Force.

Mo Zhiyu looked at him and said lightly: "Save some strength, you shouldn't be able to use Yuan Li in a year and a half." Hurry up and heal your face, lest the people of the Xianhua League come and lose the face of my Mo family. He let it down lightly, then turned and walked to the door.

Mo Pan hurriedly got up from the ground and ran to his son: "Period! "The period of ink is still restrained, unable to move.

"And." When Mo Zhiyu walked to the door, he suddenly stopped again, which frightened the father and son here, but Mo Zhiyu only added, "What's the matter, ask Herb more, maybe it can make your face less painful." ”

Then he raised his hand slightly, removing the restraints on the ink period. He was about to leave, but he heard an angry roar: "Ink Delirium! ”

Mo Zhiyu turned his head unconcernedly, looking at the boy who had struggled out of his father's arms. Mo Zhiqi was furious, and said angrily: "I will remember tonight, and tell you, don't bully the young man to be poor!" ”

Mo Pan hurriedly hugged his son firmly and begged for mercy from Mo Zhiyu: "Zhizhi, the child is not sensible, you adults have a lot, don't care!" ”

"Really?" Mo Zhiyu laughed softly, "How old are you?" ”

The father and son were both stunned, not knowing why Mo Zhiyu asked this, Mo Zhizhi didn't know why, but he still puffed up his chest and replied like a man: "I'm fourteen years old!" ”

"Nope." Mo He shook his head and said, "I've been infected by the Extreme Abyss Poisonous Mist. —The next chapter, "The Secret of Herb"

(End of chapter)