Handbook for Avoiding the Court

As soon as Mo Jin entered the room, he saw Fang Ji lying on the bed with a pale complexion. The bloody white robe and a pile of bloody cloth strips were scattered on the floor, and the thick white cloak was covered in blood.Eryi held a thick stack of silk cloth and pressed Fang Ji's wound.

how come?This person was smiling to himself just now, smiling like that... good.

good?No...a trace of deep remorse flashed in Mo Jin's mind!If he hadn't dragged him to the Qiu Mansion by himself, how could he have been injured?If I hadn't spent all night studying those Gu poisons and lost my sense of smell, how could I not have noticed that he was injured... If I hadn't been too careless...

"Mr. Mo! Save the young master!" Fang Lai fell to his knees with a plop, kowtowing like garlic.

Mo Jin severed himself from the chaotic thoughts, and checked the wound that caused him to collapse. There was a thumb-sized sword wound on his waist, and the blood spurted out. The hemostatic powder sprayed on had already dispersed, leaving only A trace of medicinal powder was sprinkled on the side of the obscene clothes.

"Ceigusan!" Mo Jin's perfectly rational heart is now like a knife with a sharp edge, which will make the person who uses it drip with blood.

The bone erosion powder that was once feared in the world was the painstaking effort of his father all his life. After his death, the poison had already disappeared from the world.

His father was dead, nothing but ashes, he knew this best.So how did this series of strange things happen? Is there a second person in this world who knows all this?

Mo Jin always felt that there was a pair of invisible hands behind him manipulating everything.No matter where they go, there is no hiding.If he really wanted to kill them, it might not be impossible, why bother to make so many twists and turns.

"You all go out, I didn't come out, don't come in and disturb!" Mo Jin said so plainly, with a pair of dark eyes neither sad nor happy, but it was unpredictable.

Fang Lai and Er Yi rushed out quickly, and quickly closed the doors and windows.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Mo Jin gently lifted Fang Ji up, looking into his eyes, with a little nostalgia, and said in a gentle voice: "This may be the last thing I do to you. Get away from these troubles."

Mo Jin slowly raised his palm, closed his eyes, a ray of extremely cold air spread to his palm in an instant, and then passed to Fang Ji through his palm, two black and white smoke lingered, Dissipated little by little.

Mo Jin put his two fingers together, and he was as ruthless and decisive as before. He almost bit off half of his finger with his white teeth. I don't know if he slammed too hard, or for some other reason, his hands trembled violently. The dripping blood spots around Fang Ji's wound, and the gurgling blood flow finally stopped slowly.

Fang Ji's face was frosty, with a pained expression, his brows were furrowed, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

After one stick of incense passed, Fang Ji fell asleep peacefully, and the sound of steady breathing entered Mo Jin's eardrums.He stood up in relief, his footsteps were vain and his head was splitting.

Mo Jin took out the jade bottle, leaned down, and sprinkled the medicine in the bottle on Fang Ji's wound. It was cool, icy, and had a faint fragrance. Fang Ji opened his eyelids, and his thick eyelashes fluttered. Because of weakness, it sinks and floats under the cover again.

Mo Jin's movements were a little slow, he felt like a wax figure that was about to fall down at any time, and he had already started to get numb.He pursed the corners of his lips, tore off the cloth strips, gently bandaged the wound, and tied a soft bowknot.

I would like to exchange my three lifetimes of fireworks in exchange for your lifetime love.

Mo Jin opened the door and walked out step by step, his black hair fluttering in the air with the breeze, his powerless hands hanging down by his sides.His face was pale.

"Mr. Mo!" Fang Lai and Er Yi quickly chased after him and followed him.

"Nothing, I'm just tired. You guys go..."

Yes, he was tired, really tired.Tired so hard to breathe.He returned to the room in a daze, closed the door, couldn't hold on any longer, and fell to the ground.

At this moment, he knew that his fate had come, but he really didn't want to die now...

He crawled forward, as if there was his own light in front of him, he was not an evil spirit in hell.

He felt that he seemed to be unable to hold on anymore, thin beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and his pale and haggard face began to twist.

"No..." He cried out in pain.Is this moment coming? He didn't cherish the last little time God gave him, and he squandered it ahead of time without hesitation.

His crumbling body sank little by little, the evil spirits of hell will finally find him...

If the sky dies, I will die. It's ridiculous that my fate depends on the sky and not on me.

"Give me a little more time!" His voice became hoarse, as if in an ice cellar in a trance, he didn't want to die, he really didn't want to die!At this moment, he is willing to lower his unyielding head and pray for the mercy of the heavens.

Sixteen years ago, that demon dragged him into the abyss of eternal doom.

"My son, come quickly...hahahaha." The voice called him over and over again, and he stretched out the hands that disgusted him, the hands that strangled the woman he loved the most in his life!

The child who was hidden in the closet by the woman opened a pair of big eyes, through the gap in the closet, watching the woman lose her heat little by little in front of his eyes...

He will never forget those eyes full of despair and nostalgia...

One drop after another of tears fell, hitting hands, body, ground... Finally scattered, shattered, gone.

Bright red blood spilled from the corner of his lips, he hated, trembling with hatred!He was going to kill him, gnaw him, and crush him!But he was still such a small person.He is only six years old... This is really hopeless, what should I do...

Yes, he will grow up!he will!He will be stronger!

Ten years is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge!Those clenched hands were full of hatred. Since then, there has been one less innocent, kind and lively boy in this world, and one more evil ghost in hell!

"Bang!" With a crisp sound, the teapot in Fang Lai's hand fell to the ground, and the hot boiling water emitted billowing steam, and the boiling water oozes out a dark spot on the ground.

"Mr. Mo! You..." Fang Lai pressed his lips together, shivering all over his body, his blood-red eyes were so big and bright, and the dark green cold light at the end of his eyes was dazzling like a ghost.

"Get lost..." Mo Jin closed his eyes in pain, and uttered a word between his teeth.

"I'll call my son, you wait for me!" Fang Lai cried and ran out in despair.

"No...no..." Mo Jin stretched out his hand weakly. At this moment, he didn't want to see that person, he didn't want him to see himself like this, he wanted to die with dignity.

The person who was dreaming in his heart, the person who was perfect in his heart, he didn't want to die.I don't want to... He took out the last Mingdao from his sleeve, climbed to the window, and let it out, "Swoosh..."

After a sharp and high-pitched sound, several falcons jumped in from the window.

"Take me away...you can go anywhere...don't let him see me!" Mo Jin was as weak as a kite falling in a storm at this moment, his Adam's apple kept rolling, and there was no sound at all.

"Young master! What's the matter with you!" Several Falcons were at a loss at this moment. They didn't know what happened. They only left for a day. This young master who seemed to be getting stronger and stronger in their eyes, How could he suddenly fall to the ground.

A white shadow rushed in, with a cold body, walked over dumbly, without saying a word, hugged the evil ghost on the ground who claimed to be from hell, he looked at his face with anger, pain, and despair .

He couldn't believe it, it was absolutely impossible, this person was fine just now, why did he suddenly become like this?He felt like his blood was freezing bit by bit!

This must be a dream!But the person in front of him is so real lying in his arms!Did this person really become like this because of saving him?It's funny that I've been doubting whether his heart is really...

He held out his hand tremblingly...

Suddenly, there was a scream like a tear!The falcons, who were as strong as iron bones, cried and became paralyzed with fright.

The person in his arms, the person who used to sing to him, the person who kept saying that he would be his servant and follow him well.This poor fool who was trying to save him just kept silent...

A line of blood flowed from his ears, nostrils, mouth, and eyes.He was motionless in his arms, and the coldness frightened him.

Such a cruel scene, even the last bit of his fantasy should be wiped out?

No, he must be saved!

The bright red blood on Mo Jin's face was like sharp knives, easily poking holes in his heart that had been hidden for many years.

All the scenes in front of me are blurring little by little, and those figures are shaking violently, and finally they all turn into scarlet!

Some people know love only when they are in pain.

Some people love, but silently...

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The road to life is long, and there is no such thing as a sad autumn guest.