two little tour base three

Mo Yu raised his head, his cold gaze suddenly swept away, it wasn't something he did on purpose, the eyes are a matter of habit.

Mo Yu is a warrior, with strong intuition and high acuity. He is fixed on someone's gaze, so it is impossible not to pay attention. He raised his head to determine what kind of gaze the person was looking at him.

A big difference from Ye Wentao is that Mo Shao is not conscious of his appearance.He didn't know that even a handsome face had a special charm even if it was cold, and he didn't know that when he was staring into the distance, he became someone else's scenery and couldn't move his eyes.

Mo Yu occasionally wondered why he always attracted a lot of attention when walking on the road, but he didn't bother to delve into it, and finally came to the conclusion that he was too murderous to attract attention.

When he slaughtered countless frivolous people, his thoughts remained the same.

There are too many people walking on the street, and there are too many people staring at him, so I am too lazy to care, but in a quiet place, those who dare to stare at him with frivolous eyes, or even dare to speak a few words, mostly keep their eyes, or a life.

Mo Yu doesn't care about beating or teaching, or killing or burying, anyway, the name of the world is a little lunatic, and only by acting perverted and ruthless can he get his reputation, otherwise he is really sorry for the label he put on.

Mo Yu was a little surprised. First, Ye Wentao looked at him with complex eyes that he had never seen before. Second, Ye Wentao was able to look at him for so long.

Generally speaking, when Mo Yu's cold eyes sweep away, others have to shrink back, and it's not uncommon for anyone to be scared out of his wits just by his one look.Those who can meet his eyes can be counted with one hand.

As a dutiful, former nanny who is now a nanny and subordinate, when Mo Yu raised his head, he carefully sensed his emotions. Mo Sha looked at him pleasingly, okay, the Tibetan sword disciple who just came in dared to stare at the young master and examine him boldly !Immediately, they complained, "Boy who hid the sword, I gouged out your eyes again!"

Ye Wentao was dying, with half of his body weight on Tang Wuyan's body, his clothes were stained with blood, his cheeks were pale, the rain couldn't wash away all the bloodstains, and his hair was sticking to the side of his face with wetness, he was very embarrassed.The momentum is not inferior, "Why, I think my own people are hindering you?"

Did you recognize the wrong person?And the young master's own family, who in the world doesn't know that his own family was slaughtered by the young master himself?Another slap on the thigh was about to stand up with a weapon to teach him a lesson, but Mo Yu stood up first and blocked him with his hand.

"What do you mean?"

There was a faint sense of familiarity in this Tibetan sword disciple, which was different from others, a feeling that even Mao Mao had never given it.Looking carefully at the blood-stained face, the outline of the eyebrows, nose and lips, it was five or six points like himself.

Could it be... no, it's impossible... But Mo Yu had vaguely expected it, and even those perennially frosty eyes were coated with a different brilliance.

Ye Wentao thought about how to express it concisely, so he opened his mouth and said, "Young Master Mo, do you still remember Mo Tao from Furong Villa?"

Your Majesty, do you still remember Xia Yuhe by the Daming Lake?

Ye Wentao blurted out and almost asked for his own tongue. This was really a subconscious word, forget it, it is indeed true.

Concise enough.

"you!?"

"cough,"

Emma, ​​my dear brother, your brother is injured now, please don't burst out with such a strong aura all of a sudden!We were shocked to death by your aura when we first met, we both had to cry!

Tang Wuyan was frightened, and all the villains were frightened, their young master walked up to the disciple who hid the sword without saying a word, facing his chest, he was about to take off his clothes!

Damn!What's wrong with you, master!Shouldn't he have stabbed him in the heart, why did he tear his clothes!

Mo Sha said that his three views were completely broken, and the expression of his young master at this moment was comparable to that of his opponent's Haoqi kid's clothes to check his injuries, or more eagerly?

The probability of seeing Mo Yu's expression like this is equivalent to watching a cluster of fires ignite on a ten-thousand-year iceberg. Someone really has the ability to climb to the top of the fire.Don't kill him, he has seen it, isn't Mu boy the only one who is so emotional?

Considering maintaining the image of the young master as aloof, Mo Sha dutifully patted the heads of the surrounding subordinates, "What are you looking at! Bow your head!"

The subordinates rubbed their heads and squinted, Uncle Mo Sha, you old man, first move away the eyes that are shining and revealing gossip, and then talk about whether we will succeed?

Tang Wuyan didn't expect Mo Yu to move so fast, so he could only hold down Mo Yu and pulled Ye Wentao's hand halfway up his collar, "What are you doing?"

Mo Yu frowned displeased, "Let go."

Tang Wuyan naturally quit.Mo Yu was not a talkative person, he looked at the person he was talking to, and cast a glance at Tang Wuyan impatiently, and just a slight glance made Tang Wuyan feel like an ice cellar in an instant.

There are really people in the world who can have such cold eyes!

The expected reaction, Mo Yu snorted disdainfully, and was about to shake off his hand, but found that although Tang Wuyan was stiff, he was holding on desperately, so he couldn't help raising his eyebrows, showing a bit of backbone.

A cold hand came up, and Ye Wentao shook his head at Tang Wuyan.Mo Yu had already given Tang Wuyan face, and he should have considered himself, otherwise his face would definitely be even worse.

The clothes between Tang Wuyan's arms were also cut a little bit, and when Ye Wentao touched it, Tang Wuyan frowned, it was so cold, and it was also raining, he was colder than himself.

Ye Wentao meant to agree to Mo Yu's action, and Tang Wuyan withdrew his hand.

Mo Yu, who was originally anxious, slowed down his movements at this moment. If you look closely, you can still see that his fingertips are actually trembling slightly. This "little lunatic" who is not afraid of anything, unexpectedly has a day when his emotions fluctuate to this point.

Mo Yu's mood was very complicated, but his face was still calm. This iceberg kung fu was much better than Tang Wuyan's.

Ye Wentao hurt his left shoulder with a dart, so Mo Yu only pulled on his right side, and opened the inner garment to the crook of his arm. Although he was mentally prepared, Mo Yu couldn't help taking a breath.On the right side of the chest, a Buddhist imprint pierced into Mo Yu's eyes, which was exactly the same as his left chest, except that Ye Wentao's color was lighter.

With this feature, Mo Yu can only think of one person, and only know one person.

As if affirming his thoughts, a faint but laughing voice came from beside his ear, "Hey...brother, long time no see..."

"you……"

There are thousands of words, but at this moment, I can't say more than half a word.

"Then what... brother, can you wait for the old days, there is still a dart tied..."

Ye Wentao had already started to tremble, his pale face was bloodless, the effect of the suppressed toxin was more painful than the pain of the wound, and his lips were faintly blue.

It was only then that Mo Yu noticed how bad his condition was, and frowned and reached out to pinch his veins, good guy, he even got poisoned and internal injuries.Now is indeed not the time to reminisce about the past, Mo Yu stretched out his hand to support Ye Wentao, and carried him close to the lit fire, and the group of people tactfully gave up their positions.

All the thunder in the Valley of the Evil is rolling, and the hidden sword is called Brother Shaogu!Mo Sha just wanted to look up to the sky and sigh, young master, where did you come from so many younger brothers? One Mu Xuanying is enough to toss, how come another one appears!And looking at the concerned look is reassuring, young master, you are actually the younger brother, right! !

"Tang Sect's Blood Transforming Dart."

Mo Yu glanced at Tang Wuyan, and Tang Wuyan nodded, "You can't force the blood dart, I'll just take it out."

Tang Wuyan took out a non-toxic dagger and quenched it on the fire, squatted halfway beside Ye Wentao, and was about to strike the knife with his hand, but when he raised his hand, he realized that his hand was shaking.

Having just gone through a fierce battle and supported Ye Wentao all the way, Tang Wuyan was physically exhausted, but he couldn't relax all the time. If he hadn't squatted down at this moment, he really didn't realize that he was actually very tired.

Tang Wuyan took a few deep breaths, Ye Wentao's wound could not be delayed any longer, it had to be dealt with here, before he finished breathing, the dagger fell into another person's hands.

Tang Wuyan looked up at Mo Yu.

"I'll do it." Mo Yu said lightly, "Tell me how to use the knife."

Of course, Tang Wuyan also guessed Mo Yu's identity, and he was surprised. He didn't expect Ye Wentao to call the villain's master Shaogu his brother, but it seemed that Mo Yu didn't have any intention of harming Ye Wentao, and he really cared.

Mo Yu used to wield a short knife, and his kung fu was extremely good. It is better for him to use the knife than himself who can't even hold the knife steadily now.So Tang Wuyan half-supported Ye Wentao instead, so that Mo Yu could strike.

"Up to two inches."

Mo Yu turned his hand and squeezed the dagger, and reminded, "Be patient." There was no such thing as Ma Fei San.

The villain stared, wow, the young master's movements are quick and light, if you want to change someone, don't mention reminding, just go straight down!No, no, another young master may not necessarily be able to help personally, and not everyone is a noble Mu boy.

"Into one."

"Into one."

Every time Mo Yu made a stab, he would repeat Tang Wuyan's saber-wielding technique, which could let Tang Wuyan know whether he was on the right path, and also make the next stab in time.I didn't expect this person to be cold and careful, he should be a good brother.

But Ye Wentao suffered a lot, the one cut was his own flesh, no matter how fast Mo Yu moved, the pain of each cut was still so clear, big sweat dripped from Ye Wentao's forehead, and his face was illuminated by the flames. Pale and pale, Ye Wentao began to miss modern scientific and technological medical skills, at least there are anesthetics!

Ye Wentao gave a wry smile, two brothers, this is considered to be a knife as soon as they meet... Hiss!pain!

The teeth were clenched, and it hurt for him to hear it. Looking at the bloody wound, the gums were slightly sour.

"No Flame..."

"Ok?"

"Talk with me, hoo," looking for something to divert attention.

Tang Wuyan was stunned, "Okay." But what?

"The two of us, hiss-cough, have you met before...where?"

"Yes. Next left."

Knowing that Ye Wentao diverted his attention in order to alleviate the feeling, Tang Wuyan could also take the opportunity to talk to him well.

"That year when I was thirteen, I met a Tibetan sword disciple named Ye Wentao in Tangmen, and he said to me, 'Don't make trouble with yourself' or something. Enter the second."

"I said...you are that gray-eyed brat..."

"Do you remember?"

"of course."

Occasionally, there are speculations, although the eyes are different, but the eyes are very similar, but who can recognize it after so many years, it turns out that it is really him... In a daze, Ye Wentao thought, have we met more than once?Those eyes, traveling in the rivers and lakes, did they pass by...

Tang Wuyan wiped his sweat for him. Seeing the weak Ye Wentao, he was able to bravely say many difficult things to say on weekdays.

"You don't know how important those words are to me. If I hadn't met you then, I probably wouldn't be where I am today."

"Ding!"

After cutting the knife, the blood-transforming dart fell to the ground. Mo Yu breathed a sigh of relief, let go of the dagger, and found that his palms were soaked with sweat. Oh, I haven't had heart palpitations for a long time.

As soon as the dart landed, Ye Wentao, who was sitting cross-legged, fell on his back. Tang Wuyan hurriedly reached out to catch it. Ye Wentao leaned his head on Tang Wuyan's shoulder, and his eyes slowly dimmed.

"I'll take a break..."

Ah, I can finally close my eyes.

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