Handbook for Avoiding the Court

Mo Jin held the double pocket blades, closed the door lightly, and jumped towards the gate of the courtyard.

"Come out, it's cold in the middle of the night, and the roof is windy." Mo Jin said coldly to a black figure hidden in the shadow of a tree.

In fact, as soon as he came out of the backyard, Mo Jin noticed that the wind was a little stronger tonight, and the shadows of the trees in the courtyard were shaking violently.

In the end it was still catching up.

After a crackling sound, a black shadow landed steadily on the ground.

Black cloak, night clothes, thin body, familiar and strange figure.

"Aunt Miaoyin, long time no see, whose life are you going to take this time?"

This is his mother's half-sister, who was supposed to be his closest relative, but has become a life-threatening impermanence. Since he was born, he has wanted to kill himself all the time.

"Of course it's your two lives!" Miaoyin snorted coldly, and the sword was out of its sheath.

"On Mount Wu that day, you were the one who forced me to ask for a puppet boy, although you disguised your voice very well." Mo Jin glanced at Miaoyin. The ferocious face seemed to be there but seemed to be absent, flickering on and off.

"I don't need it anymore. On Huangquan Road, it is worthwhile to have you two to open the way!" Miaoyin sneered, full of coldness and ruthlessness, and also with strong unwillingness.

"It was you who put the soul-dispersing nail into A Ji's skull, and you were afraid that he would not forget it thoroughly, so you forced him to eat Xiaoyao powder again!" The cold voice was full of gnashing of teeth.

When Mo Jin touched the top of Fang Ji's hair, he had already discovered that there were traces of the soul-dispersing nail on his head. Although it was a long time ago, the soul-dispersing nail could no longer be pulled out. He was startled, but he could only pretend nothing had happened. .

"If not, he would have died long ago! And you shouldn't be alive! Do you know! Both you and your mother deserve to die! Both die!" Full of hatred.

Before the words were finished, the long sword had already attacked, with a strong murderous aura!

Mo Jin's figure dodged and dodged her lightning-like attack. Mo Jin didn't understand why the wonderful voice was so anxious to get rid of him all of a sudden. He suddenly caught a glimpse of a person hidden in the shadow, and he probably understood a little bit.

This is inevitable, he and Fang Ji must die tonight.

It must be that Fang Ji's lost memories are recovering bit by bit. Seven years ago, Fang Ji must have discovered some important secret, which caused Miao Yin to use this method to treat him.

A loose soul nail is about as long as a little finger!As thin as a hair, it can pass through the skull, and it must have used a strong internal force to succeed.

What a pain!Fang Ji was only ten years old at that time!

A soul-dispersing nail can only make a person lose their memory for five to eight years, soon...so, they can't wait!So he hurried to take Fang Ji's life.

Miao Yin saw that Mo Jin easily dodged the move that she used all her strength, and couldn't help being annoyed. The second move and the third move followed one after another.

I saw streaks of glowing white cold light attacking Mo Jin like lightning, every move was extremely tricky, it was really a desperate attempt!

Mo Jin remembered that she was an elder, and also his and Fang Ji's mutual relatives, so he gave in everywhere, only dodged and never fought back. He thought that he would be merciful and the other party would be able to restrain himself, but he never thought that the other party was completely insane. Stop attacking, and if I don't fight back, I'm afraid I won't be able to stand up. After all, Miaoyin is also a top expert. If I let her go, she will definitely not let Fang Ji go. And I don't have much time left. Who can protect her for the rest of her life? about?

That being the case, it is better to end here...

After dozens of moves, the sharp sword kept attacking Mo Jin's vitals. Although Mo Jin was not hit, he was forced to retreat again and again. The situation was not optimistic.

The soles of Mo Jin's feet lightly touched the ground, and he rolled backwards to avoid the fierce attack. He raised his right hand, and a whirlwind blew up on the flat ground, and the strong air current blew his clothes violently.

Seeing this, Miaoyin's complexion changed, but she forced a sneer and said, "You can't help it at last! It's just that you made a move, how long can you live?"

"It's more than enough to take your life."

As soon as the words fell, the figure flashed, and suddenly there was a gust of wind in all directions, there were many figures, and the cold light shone everywhere. It was hard to tell who was the real body and who was the phantom!

Miaoyin was shocked, and there were thousands of phantoms!

This is a unique skill that can only be mastered by the previous owners of Spirit Snake Valley, and I have never dabbled in it, or even seen it before!

The cold light is urgent and aggressive!If you are hit, you will definitely die, and there is no possibility of survival!

Just between the flashes of light and flint, a black shadow flew by, blocking Miao Yin's face!

There was a "clank" sound, the sword fragments fell to the ground, and countless pieces of black cloth fluttered in the air...

Scarlet blood drizzled all over the ground like drizzle, and countless wounds were deep and shallow...

"Qi Qi!" A loud voice shouted.

Miao Yin flew over and hugged Qi Qi's body, her thin body was trembling, her cloak had fallen off, revealing that terrifying face, her blood red eyes exuded the madness of a beast!

Qi Qi's body was very light, she stared at Miaoyin with her eyes wide open, a bean-sized teardrop fell from the corner of her eye, the corners of her lips trembled slightly, but she couldn't make a sound.

Mo Jin's eyes darkened. He thought that this hidden person would be the last to strike. He never thought that she would rush out so early, and her skill... Although Phantom Qianzhong is vicious, but with Miaoyin's skill, it would not be so tragic. The woman of this age in front of him was dripping with blood as if she had been cut into pieces by a thousand knives. This was something he had never expected.

He just wanted to end this endless entanglement as soon as possible, so as not to alarm the aunt's family and bring them bad luck.

Mo Jin flew over, stretched out his palm, flicked his fingers lightly, a pill fell into Qi Qi's mouth, Mo Jin tapped her throat lightly, and the medicine slid down.

"Just say what you have to say." Mo Jin turned his back and said nothing.

"Please let me go, Master, she is also a...poor person." Qi Qi swallowed the blood that kept gushing up in his throat, his breath was like a thread, and he really only had his last breath left.

Mo Jin's heart skipped a beat, and he said, "It's because she refused to let us go."

Qi Qi's complexion sank little by little, her eyes were slack, she exhausted the last strength in her life and said: "Let go... myself... okay...!

Before Miaoyin could answer, Qi Qi's whole body went limp, his pupils dilated, and he lost his breath...

Miaoyin supported Qi Qi, resting her head on her shoulder, but her limp body slid down again, her hands were stained red with blood...

Mo Jin closed his eyes slightly, maybe Qi Qi's death was too miserable, a trace of guilt suddenly rose in his heart, he sighed softly.

Just as he was distracted, a gust of cool wind hit him from behind!

Mo Jin raised his backhand, and that's when he felt something was wrong. Due to his distraction, he was slow to strike for a moment. At this very moment, the extremely sharp cold iron sword sliced ​​off one of his sleeves and half of his flesh. !

Mo Jin was so excited that he almost lost his breath, Miaoyin bullied her forward again, and it was too late to speak, and with a "swoosh", a sleeve arrow shot from behind was accurately shot into Miaoyin's throat. The arrow hits the vital point directly, and the gods are helpless!

Before Miaoyin could hum a word, she fell straight down, and with a "clang", the cold iron sword fell to the ground.

Her staring eyes showed a hint of a smile, as if she was relieved, and as if she had met someone important...

Those in the know only know the love-hate relationship between Fang Qinglian, Meng Qingyao, and Mo Beixing who are constantly cutting and turning chaotic, and who knows that there is also a humble Meng Miaoyin who also loves that man deeply, but that People have never looked at themselves directly, but she has already sunk into the mud.

No one has ever cared about her feelings, including her emotions, because she is so insignificant. She has been working for others and hating for others all her life, but she was lost. Until the end of her life, she finally saw the truth in her heart. The person who yearns for it but never gets it...

The person in front of her, he not only killed her beloved, but also killed herself. She went from hating him, wishing to tear him into pieces, to thanking him. , maybe, in the next life, that person will take a good look at himself.

"Ah Ji..." Mo Jin turned his head and saw Fang Ji's indifferent face. He guessed that he must be very angry. For a while, he didn't know how to speak other than calling him.

"You can't bear it. The next drug is so light. Is it possible that you don't know that my skill has recovered by [-]%? If I haven't woken up, will I be able to get up and collect your body at dawn?"

Fang Ji stepped forward quickly, tore off the fabric from his sleeve, took out the little medicine powder left, and sprinkled it on the wound lightly, Mo Jin broke into a profuse sweat, and the blood snaked down along his fingertips, falling drop by drop fall.

Fang Ji stared at the bloody wound, bandaged it and said ruthlessly: "I'm afraid you don't have a good piece of flesh on your hand!"

When Shenshen arrived a few days ago, it had just grown up, and another piece of flesh was gone!

Mo Jin clenched the corners of her lips, smiled weakly and said, "Sorry, your sleeves..."

Fang Ji was stunned, and after a while, a strange sentence floated out: "They are all broken sleeves, each other!"

Without waiting for anyone to react, he hugged him fiercely on his back and walked into the room with his back on his back.

"Take it easy, I'm a wounded person, the pain is terrible!"

This blow was really hard, the wound was pulled, and there was a sharp pain.

"Is it as painful as mine? I thought you didn't know the pain!"

Mo Jin choked hard at this sentence, and his heart turned soft.

Both fell silent.

"Hey, I'm sorry, I'm late!" Lian Zifeng did not know when he slipped into the courtyard of the inn. Since Fang Ji and Mo Jin didn't pay attention, no one knew he came in.

Fang Ji kicked open the door and ignored Lian Zifeng.

Lian Zifeng glanced at the courtyard, it was extremely tragic!

I also blame myself for leaving without saying goodbye, it's hard to clean up now.

He sighed and followed inside.

"Uncle Lian, why are you back?" Mo Jin asked softly while lying on the couch.

Fang Ji sat sideways in front of the couch without saying a word.

"Well, I'm here for something important! The first thing is, do you know the identities of the two people in the courtyard?" Lian Zifeng looked at Fang Ji's expression of bitterness and hatred, and rubbed his nose. Take your anger out on yourself?

"Of course I know." Mo Jin quietly stretched out his hand and gently hooked Gou Fangji's intact sleeve.

Fang Ji is like a rock, still indifferent.

"I'm afraid your lover with the broken sleeve doesn't know! Besides, you only know one thing and don't know the other."

How could Mo Jin's subordinates hide from Lian Zifeng?He already had a panoramic view.

"I know." Fang Ji said lightly: "I have already recalled many memories. She is Meng Miaoyin, the female devil who took my memory away. She is my mother's sister. What has it to do with me."

"That... the other half of what I said you don't know is that girl Qi Qi, she is the princess of the Jokhang Kingdom..."

"Uncle Lian!" Mo Jin snapped, "He's dead, don't talk too much, I'll trouble you to clean it up, don't bring trouble to my aunt's family, Ah Ji's injury hasn't healed yet, thank you for your hard work."

The words are sincere and seem to be taken for granted.

Mo Jin handed over all the money in the luggage to Lian Zifeng, and said, "Uncle Lian, please bury him well."

"Yes! I am so busy! You must not go too early when you go to Lieyan Mountain tomorrow. When I come back, I have to go to the county government office, and I have to go to the county magistrate Yu!" After saying that, Lian Zi When the wind is blowing, I want to run.

"Uncle Lian, Qianqian is waiting for you too, go and see her after you finish your work..."

Before Mo Jin could finish speaking, Lian Zifeng hurriedly interrupted, "Farewell!!"

Ran away like a ghost! !

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