"Me?" Mo Zhiyu smiled slightly, "A man with a knife." ”

Dongfang Qianhua suddenly remembered the situation reported to him by the people below before, the person who easily killed Agoura had intimidated the horse bandits: "Never provoke a man with a knife." ”

Dongfang Qianhua was still laughing at Agoura before, and now it was his turn, but in the two hundred years of the war, how could there have been such a number one person, so he shouted in panic again: "Who are you?!" ”

"Sure enough, it's you." A playful voice suddenly interjected, the voice of a mature woman.

Mo Zhiyu Huo Ran looked up and saw a woman.

The woman's toes fluttered lightly on the siderail of the ship, as if she were about to jump to the broken deck, or as if she were about to fall on her back into the blue ocean. In such an eerie gesture, the woman is smiling, smiling slightly.

The morning sun is coming from the east at this moment, but it seems to leave all the beauty in this smile. The long black hair and the long crimson dress were all flying with the sea breeze.

The undulating waves, the frenzied crowds, the burning sky, everything is becoming the background cloth of this smile, blurring and becoming irrelevant.

This face is no longer immature, but the déjà vu between the eyebrows and eyes suddenly stung the memory of Mo Zhiyu. It reminded him of that intense brilliance, that illusory bubble.

His magma-like surging pupils were in a trance for a moment, so that he gritted his teeth slightly after waking up in the next second, he tried his best to calm down his emotions, and then made himself appear as relaxed as possible, and then slowly spoke, saying the woman's name:

"Wanwan."

"You actually recognized me, which means that you have remembered a lot of things." Her hands folded horizontally over her chest, maintaining her usual smile.

"Miss!" Dongfang Qianhua saw Wanwan, like a dying person in the desert seeing an oasis, and shouted with all her might.

"Shut up." Wanwan glared at Dongfang Qianhua, her eyes were as cold as frost, "And while I'm not learning from me indiscriminately, can't I really kill you?" Disgusting. ”

Mo Zhiyu had sensed that Dongfang Qianhua was deliberately imitating someone before, but now it was clear at a glance, so he smiled slightly and said, "Then I'll help you." As he spoke, he moved the knife and wanted to stab Dongfang Qianhua's chest, causing Dongfang Qianhua to let out a piercing scream.

But he didn't really stab into it, because he felt the resistance.

"Did you just wake up and want to do something?" Wanwan looked at Mo Zhiyu and said lightly, "It seems that the two hundred years that have allowed you to sleep have not made you see our good intentions." ”

"You don't say anything, how can I see clearly?" Mo Zhiyu glanced at Wanwan, and suddenly broke through the resistance of Wanwan, and cut Dongfang Qianhua's throat with a knife, "And I just want to make trouble!" ”

At this point, the ship finally sank, and Mo Zhiyu also jumped backwards at the same time, and his body instantly turned into a towering wall of water. The wall of water obscured the sky and the sun, pressing towards the port, like a hideous water beast, about to swallow the entire port.

The surging tide was the prelude to a tsunami, and the waves crashed ashore, instantly overturning the people who were close to the fence and crushing the ships on the shore. The crowd in the harbor finally realized the seriousness of the situation and fled. Some of them were more passive and gave up running for their lives, instead kneeling on the ground and worshipping the newly appeared Wanwan.

No one noticed that there was a flying ship in the air that did not dodge and crashed straight into the wall of water.

Faced with the sudden attack of Mo Zhizhi, Wanwan's face was calm, she was suspended on the water, facing the monstrous waves alone. She raised her hand slightly, and a folding fan made of black jade bone slipped out of her sleeve. Then she said lightly: "It's still the same as before, it's rare to have a reunion, and it's going to be a big fight." ”

But the wall of water suddenly shattered as it was about to hit the harbor, turning into a drizzle of rain that fell on the water and land. One second it was still a stormy wave, and the next second it turned into a gentle drizzle, and the change was so fast that the mortals on the shore were stunned.

Wanwan looked at the flying ship in the sky that was speeding away, smiled slightly, and shouted: "Mo Zhiyu, for the sake of the past, let you go!" ”

Mo Zhi, who fell on the deck of the flying ship, smiled indifferently, this was his own run, but he didn't owe favors.

After Yiyan set up the autopilot on the driver's seat, he immediately ran over with the glass mirror, leaned on the sidebar and looked down, and then turned back to ask Mo Zhiyu with some anger: "Who is that woman?" Are you good-looking? ”

Mo Zhiyu laughed "haha": "If I had this old friend, I wouldn't have to hide in Tibet in the Western Continent." At most, an old acquaintance. ”

Yiyan continued to ask: "Old acquaintances? Aren't such affectionate old acquaintances just good looks? ”

Mo Zhiyu shook his head helplessly, looked at Yiyan and laughed: "After a few hundred years, you are also my old acquaintance, you are so affectionate, then you are also an old friend?" ”

Yiyan's face turned red, and he immediately said, "you!" The ghost is your old friend! ”

Mo Zhiyu covered Yiyan's forehead with his hand, and teased, "What does the little girl think about all day long", and then he walked to the driver's platform.

Yiyan covered his face, patted it, and felt that the temperature had eased a bit, and then followed Mo Zhiyu to the bridge. She thought to herself, now that they had escaped smoothly and did not have to worry about the pursuers, they could finally be completely relaxed. But she suddenly thought of something, and hurriedly asked, "Prince Xu Dahan has helped us, will he be okay?" ”

"No, it won't." Mo Zhiyu calmly lowered the speed of the flying ship and readjusted its direction, "I gave him a knife and made him completely dissociate himself from us. ”

"You stabbed him?" Yiyan was surprised, "Isn't that prince good to you, you can do it all?" ”

"Don't get excited, I'm so affectionate and righteous, of course I'm helping him." Mo Zhiyu smiled.

"Stab him or help? It's a strange way. Yiyan pouted.

"Of course it helps." Mo Zhiyu said, "That khan has been killed by their Eastern MiG, and I have killed Chun Yuyue and Lei Yihan, which is equivalent to sweeping away some of the old khan's forces." Now the evil sect wants to re-establish a ruling instrument in the Herae clan, and the Khan's only younger brother, Prince Hüdahan, is the best candidate.

As for my knife, it can be cured as long as someone who knows a little bit of healing, and it's not a problem at all. How good would it be to help him clear the obstacles to his ascension to the throne and let him disassociate himself from us? ”

The next chapter "Second Master Mo is back"

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