One hundred and eight strokes of body promise

Whether jumping off the cliff will kill him, Mo Jun doesn't know.

Because it didn't matter at all, he reluctantly opened his eyes and looked at his current situation. There was a broken branch thick as a wrist beside him. When he jumped off the cliff, he was blocked by the tree on the cliff. Pick up half life back.The pain in both legs was severe, and I struggled to take a look. There was a large dark blood on the grass.Trying to move again, I almost fainted from the pain.

The leg is probably broken.

What a hassle.Mo Jun was restless.

Or it is dead, what are you still doing with half your life?Even if you survived, what is wrong with falling, why is it a leg?How would he find Luo Chuan?

But it's not impossible, there is always a way.

If there is still life, then there is still a chance to confirm Luo Chuan's life and death.

Mo Jun took a deep breath, but he couldn't help but think of an idea: If he was alive, Luo Chuan would be dead...

Then I will die with me!

The thought in Mo Jun's mind is firm, this time, if Luo Chuan has an accident, he will never live, because the punishment of living is too great, he can't bear it...

Thinking of this, Mo Jun's heart couldn't help but ache, and he vomited a lot of blood again when he tilted his head.

It should be that I ate too much "Hui Hua Dan" just now, and now I am getting revenge...

Mo Jun relished the taste of "Hui Hua Dan", it was sweet, but it was actually quite delicious, but he couldn't eat too much, as it would be easier to kill people if he ate too much.

He ate three pills in one go, which was roughly equal to the damage caused by slashing his wrist with a dagger and bleeding for an hour.

The vomited blood can probably fill a small bowl.

After calculating these, Mo Jun felt that his eyes were darkened and dizzy.Both legs hurt badly, it was clearly midsummer, the sun was shining brightly above my head, but I felt as if I had been thrown into the deepest ice pool in severe winter.

It was so cold that he wanted to sleep, but he knew he couldn't sleep. If he did, he might never be able to personally confirm whether Luo Chuan was still alive.

So he turned over.

Isn't it just a broken leg?Isn't this still a hand?

Thinking back when all his limbs were broken, he could still kill people, but now it is so difficult to just find someone.

Mo Jun is very confident.

What's more, the person he was looking for was Luo Chuan - he became more confident.

He must be able to find it!

Whether it's Luo Chuan alive or dead...

Mo Jun took a deep breath, dragged his body and crawled slowly.

In fact, he has no direction at all in his heart, he just climbs, keeps climbing.Every time I move, the pain in my leg becomes more intense.

Mo Jun could only take a step and take a few breaths.

But this is too slow, how big is this valley.At this speed, when will he find Luo Chuan?

He gritted his teeth and made up his mind.I simply crawled forward vigorously, the pain was so bad that I couldn't bear it anymore, so I stopped slightly, slightly, very small.

The luck is not too bad, the bottom of the valley is actually covered with a large area of ​​flowers and plants, it must be gravel and sand, otherwise Mo Jun will have to wear off a layer of skin.

Mo Jun didn't know how long he had been climbing, but he just felt that he couldn't hold on anymore.So, he moved his body faster.

Luo Chuan, where are you...?

Where is it?

Mo Jun felt his nose was a little sour and his eye sockets were a little hot.

It wasn't until he tasted a bitter and salty taste in his mouth that he realized that he was crying spinelessly!

What are you crying for?Luo Chuan hasn't found it yet, so there's nothing to cry about!

He is alive!How could Luo Chuan die!

Mo Jun gritted his teeth and wiped his face vigorously!

Continue to climb forward!

Suddenly Mo Jun found that there was a place in front of him that was bald, while the flowers and plants beside him were still standing upright.

Mo Jun's heart tightened, and he immediately speeded up, dragging his body and crawling over.

As soon as he saw Luo Chuan who had lost his blood and passed out, he saw a few Shiba dogs surrounding Luo Chuan with their tongues sticking out.

Mo Jun's eyes turned red, he grabbed a few stones on the ground and smashed them hard.

The dogs were severely hit by the sudden onslaught of stones, and they ran away with a "wow".

"My lord! My lord!" Mo Jun desperately crawled over, and finally got to the side of Luochuan.

The outstretched hand trembled and touched Luo Chuan's face: "Chuan Chuan, wake up..."

Mo Jun really didn't have the courage to accept Luo Chuan with such a pale face, wounds all over his body, and bleeding.

"Jiuchuan! Wake up your mother!" Mo Jun lost control of his emotions and called out another name.

If other people from Jianghu were present, they would definitely not be unfamiliar with the name "Jiuchuan".

Jiuchuan, Shahun Temple, Tianzihao killer.One hundred thousand silver is offered by Jiuchuan, but this one hundred thousand silver is just a base price, it's just that you invited Jiuchuan, if you want him to perform the killer task, you have to increase the price according to the target task. At the age of 15, he took over the first mission, aiming to take the head of Master Shikong, the abbot of Shaolin.Not to mention how high Master Shikong's martial arts are as the abbot of Shaolin, Shaolin Temple itself is one of the top leaders of the famous sect, and the martial arts of those Shaolin disciples are not low.

Although some people came out later to explain that Master Shikong's death was due to a trick.But after all this, the reputation of "Evil Soul Nine Rivers" in the world has already spread.

Mo Jun forced himself to calm down.

At the beginning, this man was stabbed in the heart and survived, but Mo Jun always thought he was dead, and later found out that this man's heart was two points longer than ordinary people.

But a cliff, he can survive, why can't he?

Mo Jun stretched out his hand to detect the breathing of the people on the ground, then bent over Luo Chuan's heart to listen.

Fortunately...he is still alive!

Mo Jun breathed a sigh of relief, but then saw a small stone next to Luo Chuan's head, and the stone was stained with dark red blood...

Mo Jun breathed a sigh of relief, turned himself over, and suddenly felt pain in his two calves, which almost made him faint, and it took him a long time to recover.

After gaining some strength, he propped himself up and rested the head of Luo Chuan, who was unconscious on the ground, on his lap.

Mo Jun lowered his head and looked at Luo Chuan, who was pale and closed his eyes, and said softly: "My lord, you lied, and you said you'll be fine."

Luo Chuan's lips were chapped and pale, and Mo Jun lowered his head and kissed them with great effort: "I will never believe what you say will be fine, every time it is a lie..."

The night came quickly, but the rescuers had not yet come.

Mo Jun couldn't leave, and he didn't feel relieved to leave.

Luo Chuan was still in a coma, showing no signs of waking up.

The night was getting darker and the wind was getting colder and colder. Mo Jun struggled to move his body to help Luo Chuan block the wind.

His consciousness became more and more blurred, and he couldn't even see Luo Chuan's face clearly.

Unknowingly, there were two sounds of "Gulu Gulu", Mo Jun woke up suddenly, grabbed a few more stones and held them tightly in his palm.

"Gulu, Gulu." Two more voices.

Mo Jun cheered up and looked around vigilantly, there was nothing suspicious.

"Gulu Gulu." But the sound grew louder and could still be heard clearly.

Mo Jun lowered his head.

Only then did he realize that it was his stomach that made the strange "gurgling" sound...

Mo Jun immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked at the unconscious Luo Chuan.

Only then did I realize that the two of them have been hungry for a long time since they fell off the cliff...

In fact, this level of hunger was nothing to Mo Jun, and it was nothing to Luo Chuan.

After all, they were also seriously injured when they were in the Shahun Temple. They starved for four or five days, and finally relied on eating the flesh of dead people...

Countless images suddenly flashed in his mind, Mo Jun tilted his head, vomited until he vomited bile, and almost collapsed from collapse.

He struggled to pick up the sword that fell beside Luo Chuan's hand, and cut his arm neatly, blood gushing out immediately.

Mo Jun smiled indifferently, and brought the bloody arm to Luo Chuan's lips, his eyes were attached: "My lord..."

"Chuan Chuan..."

"Jiuchuan..."

"Luo Chuan..."

"I..." Mo Jun's eyes gradually closed, and Luo Chuan's face gradually became smaller and blurred in his sight: "I seem to be a little sleepy..."

The author has something to say:

If you don't drive the hearse, then you will seriously pour blood on the back. I hope everyone can stand it.

I went to the hospital today for facial debridement, and my face was bloody, which was very sour.