Handbook for Avoiding the Court

Fang Ji felt as if he had fallen into a pan of oil. The flame spring was far more ferocious than he imagined. The heat wave burned from the skin to the internal organs, and the internal force in the body seemed to be out of control. All the muscles and veins in the body burst.

The internal force is constantly increasing, but the body is getting more and more unbearable. Fang Ji feels that he is about to melt into this flame spring. He wants to give up, but he can't stand the temptation of the surging internal force until his eyes are scarlet, The top of the head is surrounded by fog, the body has been in constant motion, and the breathing has stagnated...

Mo Jin next to him was startled.

Logically speaking, Fang Ji received [-]% of his own internal strength, which is more than enough to resist the scorching heat of the spring water, but he saw Fang Ji's red and black complexion, blood red eyes, and red neck...

This spring water is at least several times more overbearing than the rumored records!Mo Jin flew into the pool, the water in the pool was no longer as emerald green as before, but fiery red, this spring water has been tampered with!

Not poisonous, but so fierce.

A terrifying thought crossed my mind: the flame orb.

"Ah Ji, let's go out!" Mo Jin grabbed Fang Ji, but Fang Ji didn't move at all, panting with his neck stuck, "Wait... just a second... just a second!"

This is greedy for this internal force to save one's life, even though it is difficult to breathe, but still stubborn.

Mo Jin didn't allow him to be self-willed, so he grabbed his lapel tightly and pulled it up, Fang Ji would not agree, his internal strength had recovered [-]% to [-]%, and it was time to say goodbye, Mo Jin transferred [-]% of his internal strength to him, one after another Long, but I can't move him.

A string of black bubbles emerged from the water surface in the pool, making a "babbling" sound, and the top of Fang Ji's head was already covered with green smoke, and a mouthful of black blood suddenly spewed out from the corner of his mouth, his face turned blue.

It's about suffocating yourself to death.

Mo Jin didn't do what he wanted, he knew he couldn't persuade this stubborn person, he leaned over and kissed Shang Ji's lips, his breath and inner strength entered his body together.

The scorching pain and suffocation gradually dissipated, leaving only ears and temples rubbing each other with warmth.

Fang Ji stared blankly at Mo Jin, his face was still pale, his eyes were like a pool of clear water, but his body gradually sank.

Fang Ji was terrified, regardless of internal strength or not, he picked up the man, kicked his feet, and flew to the shore with his whole body dripping wet, his heart was broken and fell to the ground, he eagerly hugged the cold man tightly With one hand resting on his cheek, his forehead was against his forehead, trembling and weeping, he kept whispering: "Wake up...speak..."

Tears hit Mo Jin's lips, scorching hot, he opened his eyes slightly, took a few breaths, saw Fang Ji's appearance, smiled silently, raised his hand to stroke the tears at the corners of Fang Ji's eyes, and instead comforted him Said: "Not dead, it's okay."

Fang Ji was afraid that the hoop was too tight, so he hurriedly let go, stroked the top of his hair gently, and pressed it against his ear, full of sadness and guilt, said: "Why don't you scold me, don't blame me, I always So impulsive."

Mo Jin lay powerlessly in his arms, looked at him, and said with a smile, "I can't scold you, I can't beat you, I can only let you go."

Fang Jimin clenched his lips, feeling ashamed for a moment, he picked him up and said softly, "Go home."

Mo Jin spread out his palm, and a blood-red round stone came into view.

Fang Ji lowered his eyes and looked at it, a little unbelievable: "Flame Orb?"

This flame bead is a birthday gift given by the emperor to the third prince. It is unique in this world. The third prince is not in good health. It is said that wearing this bead on his body for many years can warm his body and dispel the cold. How could this bead fall here? where?

"The fusion of Lieyan Orb and Lieyan Spring will increase the efficacy of Lieyan Spring several times. If you hadn't received [-]% of my internal strength before, I'm afraid you would have traveled westward by now."

The back of Fang Ji's neck felt cold, his heart felt cold, and a feeling of sadness welled up in his throat. He held onto Mo Jin's clothes calmly, but said nonchalantly, "Shut up, I'll take you home so you can rest .”

Fang Ji mobilized his internal energy to dry the clothes on the two of them, then absently hugged the man and walked towards the entrance of the cave. Every step he took, his heart sank. Did that man really want to die so much?

That being the case, I can't blame myself. Seven or eight years have passed in a daze, and it's time to clean up.

Fang Ji's current skill is profound, even better than before, and with the sword manual given by Mo Youlan, given time, he might be invincible again.

Before coming down to the Flame Mountain, he raised his palm and completely destroyed the Flame Cave. Since then, there will be no more Flame Springs in this world, and there will be fewer people with delusional thoughts.

A pair of cold and cruel eyes gradually brightened in the night.

In the middle of the night, with a strong mountain breeze, most of the plum blossoms in the garden have withered, leaving bare branches swaying with the wind.

Fang Lai was leaning against the garden gate, feeling very tired, but he tried hard not to close his eyes, his lonely shadow was cast on the white wall, shivering, just waiting for the master to return safely.

The mountain is quiet at night, and every sound is particularly distinct.

The slight sound of footsteps not far away made Fang Lai feel sleepy for an instant. It must be that his young master had returned. He happily opened the gate of the courtyard. Sure enough, under the hazy moonlight, a white shadow stood out, and Fang Lai hurried up to meet him. .

Fang Ji held the sleeping Mo Jin in his arms, both of them were bloodstained and their clothes were ragged.

Before Fang could speak, Fang Ji told him, "Hurry up and prepare hot water and clothes!"

Fang Lai saw the two of them in such a mess, he paused for a while, listened to Fang Ji's order, hurriedly bowed his head and said: "The hot water has long been warmed up, just wait for the young master to come back, and the food will also be hot." Quickly walked to the front to prepare.

After Fang Ji tidied himself up, he hurried to the bedroom to check on Mo Jin's situation. When he entered the door, he saw Fang Lai lying asleep on the table. He couldn't help being annoyed.

Fang Ji rubbed his eyes in pain, raised his head slowly, and let out a smirk: "My lord..."

"I asked you to take care of Ah Jin, but you are dozing off here." Fang Ji walked towards Mo Jin's bed with a sullen face.

Fang Lai felt aggrieved and said, "It's not that I'm lazy, but that Mr. Mo slept too deeply. He hasn't woken up since he entered the courtyard. Is he sick?"

Fang Ji's heart seemed to drop when he heard the last sentence, his eyes stared blankly, not knowing where to go, but he no longer wanted to listen to Fang Lai's nonsense, and coldly spit out a few words to Fang Lai: "Get out and get ready for a while." a horse."

"My lord, you haven't had your meal yet, where are you going so late?" Fang Lai was so nervous that he still muttered to Fang Ji.

Fang Ji didn't speak, just gave him a sideways glance. I don't know why, this look was not the same as in the past seven or eight years. Fang Lai clearly saw a murderous look, his heart trembled, he panicked and hit the door frame with the back of his head Going up, ignoring the pain in the back of his head, he stumbled and ran out.

Fang Ji stared at Mo Jin's eyebrows and eyes, this face could no longer be described as pale, it was clearly covered with a layer of white snow, so white that it was terrifying.

The green at the end of his eyes has lost its original color and turned into a black ink.

It's not that Fang Ji doesn't know what this means, he just doesn't want to know, but he knows it clearly.

Fang Ji went through all the things in these years in his mind, and finally returned to the person in front of him. Since childhood, he has been obsessed with a heart behind him, following him, entangled him, his eyes are warm, his voice Thin and soft, shouting over and over again: "Brother..."

Thinking of this person's suffering for what he had suffered, he was full of tenderness and guilt, and thought why he didn't take him away from that demon in the first place, so that he wouldn't be in the situation he is in now.

The reason is that he is not strong enough.

Mo Jin was at his most beautiful age, but he was facing death at any time.

Fang Ji took Mo Jin's hand and pressed it against his cheek, and said in a low voice, "You are so sleepy, I will come back as soon as I go, don't sleep for too long, I will be very flustered."

After saying that, he stuffed Mo Jin's hand back into the brocade quilt, put on his windbreaker, and quietly left the room.

Right now, he had to save Mo Jin, otherwise, for the rest of his life, would it be interesting to let him live alone?

When Fang Ji came out, Fang Lai had already led a pure white horse and was waiting outside the courtyard gate.

"My lord, where are you going so late? Don't wait until dawn."

Fang Lai was probably spoiled by Fang Ji. Not only did he speak boldly, but he also asked questions about everything, especially his mother-in-law. Fang Ji didn't care. You have to ask about your problems, just like a nanny.

"Naturally, to do things that are inconvenient during the day." Fang Ji did not shy away.

"But son, if you are going to rob, you should change into night clothes. You are all gleaming white, no different from daytime." Fang Lai glanced at Fang Ji, and said incredulously.

"I don't like black."

After saying that, Fang Ji took out a few pieces of silk cloth from his sleeve and stuffed them into Fang Lai's hand, and said softly: "Help me get this done, it's written on it."

Fang Lai folded the silk cloth carefully and stuffed it into his bosom, handed the reins of the horse to Fang Ji, and muttered in a low voice: "Why don't you explain to Mr. Mo?"

Fang Ji took the rope, hesitated for a while, and added a few more words: "Go to the slave market tomorrow and buy a few more servants to take care of Ah Jin. Don't make too much noise. He likes to be quiet. In addition, I have sent a message to Falcon. I'll be here in two days, other than that, don't let anyone enter this house, wait for me to come back!"

Fang Ji got on his horse, but when he turned his head, he saw a familiar figure not far away, staring at him with deep eyes.

Fang Ji's heart skipped a beat, he rode his horse into the courtyard gate, leaned down and smiled at him, and said softly: "It's cold and go back to rest, I'll go back as soon as I go."

Mo Jin had already listened to the conversation between the master and the servant just now. He raised his eyes and looked into Fang Ji's eyes. There seemed to be a thin layer of mist in his eyes, and he couldn't see any emotion. He just asked lightly: " I wonder if Mr. Fang can take a fancy to me in black."

Fang Ji was choked up by this unreasonable sentence, and then he understood that Mo Jin had a misunderstanding after listening to the sentence that he didn't like black people, and he actually became serious. Fang Ji was amused, he picked Raising her eyebrows, she explained insincerely, "I like whatever Ah Jin wears, even if she doesn't."

The words are frivolous, undisguised, like a dandy.

Fang Lai's face changed when he heard the words, and he wisely hid himself somewhere out of sight and said nothing.

Mo Jin stared at Fang Ji's face, his cheeks turned crimson, the corners of his lips moved slightly, but he didn't say anything.

Fang Ji hooked his chin with his hand, and pecked lightly on his forehead, the tenderness in his eyes turned into a warm sentence: "Wait for me to come back."

Mo Jin hummed lightly, but remained speechless.

He wanted to say something, but he was a little drunk, and he was not sober.

If the dream is hard to come true, it's better to treat it as a dream...

Looking up again, Fang Ji rode his horse galloping in the boundless night, and had long since disappeared.

Fang Lai worriedly looked at Mo Jin, who was pale and haggard, and then looked in the direction where Fang Ji disappeared. Others' families were gathering to celebrate the new year, while his son was exhausted. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but He frowns.

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