Handbook for Avoiding the Court

Fang Ji and his team found an inn called Fu'an to live in, and they will be home in two days, maybe because of the closeness to the hometown, under the melting moonlight, Fang Ji felt a little uneasy,

It was late at night, but Fang Ji still couldn't sleep without sleeping.

Suddenly, there was a "swoosh" from the opposite room, it was Mo Jin's room!Fang Ji sat up nervously, but the Falcon at the door was unmoved, Fang Ji pressed his quota, he must have not slept well, and had auditory hallucinations...

"Boom" sounded again, this time Fang Ji heard it for real!This is not an auditory hallucination.Fang Ji got out of bed, picked up his saber, opened the door and rushed out.

Five falcons followed closely behind. Fang Ji pushed open the door with one palm, and one falcon quickly lit the lamp.Mo Jin is gone!

Fang Ji reached out and touched the bedding, it was warm!Nothing in the room was moved, and Mo Jin's shoes and clothes were still by the bed.

A gust of cool wind blew in from the window. The window was open. Fang Ji rushed over to see that there was still a big footprint on the window sill!

Fang Ji couldn't help thinking of the flower picker, but Mr. Mo is obviously a young man, and now the flower picker has changed his taste?Stealing the lad?

Thinking of this, it was as if his mind had been pierced, and he was stimulated by himself to get goosebumps and white hair.

"Chasing!" Fang Ji jumped out of the window and disappeared into the dark night with five falcons.

The man in black carried Mo Jin and ran all the way. Mo Jin's viscera were about to burst. He couldn't help but want to retch. He couldn't see anything. He was covered in a cloth bag and couldn't make a sound. Pointed a hole.

Mo Jin tried his best to calm himself down, and began to think of countermeasures with a strong sense of discomfort.He bit the arm hanging by his lips hard, a dull pain welled up in his heart.The blood flowed down the arm to the fingertips, soaked through the cloth bag, and fell drop by drop.

After walking for half an hour, the man in black didn't stop. Mo Jin felt that his blood was about to drain dry. He had already bitten his arm several times, his hands and feet were getting colder, his head was getting heavier and heavier, and his neck was about to separate from his body. He couldn't breathe, he spun around for a while, and passed out...

Suddenly, his body was icy cold, and Mo Jin's mind regained consciousness, but it was still pitch black.A cloth covers his eyes.

His hands and feet were tightly bound, and there was still a smell of soft incense in his mouth. He smiled helplessly, and took great pains to prevent him from escaping.

Mo Jin closed his eyes and concentrated in meditation. He heard the sound of water droplets and the howling of the mountain wind.Could it be that he is on the top of the mountain?This mountain is half an hour away from the Fu'an Inn. According to the whistling wind, it should be a very high mountain.

Mo Jin silently calculated in his heart that an ordinary person can walk about ten miles in half an hour. Obviously this man in black is not an ordinary person, he can walk like flying, but he is carrying Mo Jin on his shoulders, so his walking distance is not much different from that of ordinary people.

So, is there a high mountain within a radius of twenty miles of Fu'an Inn?Fu'an Inn is located on the border of Jingzhou, west of You County... You County?

right!Osan!Mo Jin suddenly realized!Wushan is about 100 meters high and the terrain is dangerous. It has been a gathering place for bandits for more than [-] years.Are you in Osan?

Mo Jin moved his legs and slowly stood up against the stone wall. He was groping while jumping. The stones under his feet were painful. He was almost sure that this was Wushan, and he was in the cave. inside.Then, Fang Ji and the others are unlikely to find him. If he can't escape by himself, he can only be mermaid.

He had a question in his mind, who tied him up?It didn't look like they wanted his life.

There was a burning sensation on his back, and he slowly approached it with his fingers. It was an oil lamp, because he couldn't see it. If he got too close, he would not only burn himself, but also burn his clothes, attracting the attention of the enemy.Since there are tables and oil lamps, there should also be basic utensils, such as cups and teapots?

Mo Jin tried his best to stretch out his palm, and swept around the table, and sure enough, he touched a teapot, and there was a sound of footsteps...

Mo Jin quickly jumped back to his original spot.Pretending to be awake.

A cold sword slapped Mo Jin's face, "Daniu, what did you do to him? Why are you still unconscious?" The voice of a hoarse old woman.

"Master, the little one only fed him a big bag of soft incense powder!" Daniel locked his shoulders, his voice trembling.

"Didn't do anything else?" The old woman glanced at Da Niu with her eyes, like fire like an arrow.

"The little one doesn't dare. He is the one the master wants." Daniu was so frightened that he quickly fell to the ground.

"Bring it!" The old woman stretched out her right hand, and Daniel hurriedly poured a cup of tea and placed it in the old woman's hand.

"Pa..." A cup of cold tea splashed across Mo Jin's face.I can't pretend anymore, I can only wake up.

"Boy, don't play tricks, answer me honestly! Don't fool me, I know your details. Soft incense powder has no effect on you at all!" The old woman threw the cup in her hand and shattered it on the ground.

"Who are you? What's the use of arresting me?" Mo Jin said coldly.

"You don't need to know, you just need to tell me what is the secret recipe of the puppet boy!" the old woman said solemnly.

When Mo Jin heard those four words, he was terrified and extremely hated!He always thought that his father was the only person in the world who knew the formula of the puppet boy. Since his father had passed away for three years, who was this old woman?

No matter who it is, it must not be a good person!Puppet boy!Mo Jin clenched his fists tightly, wishing he could crush this devil!

"Say!" Mo Jin felt that her sword was almost piercing into his flesh.As long as the sword is out of the sheath, he will be exposed first.

"I don't know! It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not. If you don't believe it, kill me!" Mo Jin sighed, closed his eyes, and felt an indescribable bitterness in his heart.

"It's true that the bones are hard enough, and you are cruel enough to yourself! A person who can bite a few blood holes in his arm, I believe you are not afraid of death. If..." The old woman suddenly drew out her sword and pressed it against Mo Jin's face: "Here How many cuts should I make?"

"It's just a skin, take it as you please." Mo Jin was expressionless, with a careless look.Before the words finished, a trace of coolness passed over Mo Jin's cheek, the old woman cut a gash in Mo Jin's face, bloody jade beads slid down along the wound, one drop, two drops, "tick" fell on the gravel, turning into blossoms Gorgeous bright red flowers...

"Say it or not?" the old woman gritted her molars and said in a very nonchalant way, and the sword changed her face again.

"If I knew, I would still be your prisoner right now?" Mo Jin's cold tone was full of disdain, contempt, and a little hatred.

"You!" The old woman stood up angrily, with a cold look in her eyes, and kicked Mo Jin's chest. The kick made his heart feel tight and cold, and he fell to the ground. His throat felt hot, and a strong smell of blood sprayed out. Out, spit all over the floor.

The old woman snorted coldly and walked away.The door was locked again with two bangs.

The cold air froze his blood, he groped and moved, and the pain made his mind confused.His cheek touched the shard of the teacup, and he suddenly woke up!He wants to get out of here!

He sat up, hooked a small piece of debris with his fingers, and cut the rope bit by bit, his wrist was strangled with burning pain.Mo Jin endured the pain and anxiety, and the glistening sweat dripped down like rain, wetting his clothes.

With Mo Jin's whole body lightened, the rope finally broke.

He tore off the black cloth that was blindfolded, and the dim light was slightly dazzling. He squinted his eyes and looked at this place. This is a cave, and there is only a wooden table, an oil lamp, a teapot, a few cups, and others in the cave. Nothing, nothing.

The only small window was nailed tightly with wooden strips, not even a crack was left. The top of the mountain was cold, and Mo Jin was only wearing a single shirt and barefoot. It was so cold that he didn't know what day or night...

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