Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

Chapter 342 Suffering from Yama

Chapter 342 Suffering from Yama
After Mo Junli finished speaking, he put away his sword, raised his eyes and glanced at Yan Chuan, and strode out the door.

Yan Chuan, who caught sight of his eyes, felt that his brain was hurting uncontrollably—it's over, it's over, the master is definitely in a state of anger.

In his memory, when the nightmare was eliminated, his master had always been dignified, calm and self-possessed. It was the first time he had seen him go crazy in broad daylight like today.

According to their original plan, they should wait for the people sent by the Fifth Highness to take the lead, find out the specific manpower on the opposite side, find out their weaknesses, and then attack them one by one, killing them one by one, so as not to cause complications.

——Now it seems that this plan is probably going to be completely scrapped.

This is... I can only put two more waxes on the people under the Fifth Highness in my heart.

After all, he had never seen how cruel his master could be when he went mad, so he had no idea.

Yan Laomazi Chuan resigned to his fate, and before he left, he didn't forget to turn his head and give Wan Bai a melancholy look: "I'll catch up first and have a look, you hurry up and call some people over."

"Okay, no problem." Wan Bai nodded, and followed him out of the room.

When they came to the main hall, the two parted ways, one entered the hall and picked up the half-dead Su Hong, while the other left the mansion through the small door, and turned to look for several stewards of Guanfeng Pavilion scattered in Huai City.

Outside the gate of the government office, Mo Junli straddled the horse with a long sword in his hand. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Yan Chuan who was following up, and immediately whipped the horse away.

When Yan Chuan saw his clothes, his already aching brain couldn't help but ache even worse.

He originally thought that his master would change his clothes to hide his identity, but he didn't expect that he would come out carelessly wearing the normal clothes that were mostly wet by the rain.

This is already so angry that he doesn't even bother to hide, and wants to tear himself apart with His Highness Fifth.

The young man got on the horse and covered his face. Although it is true that based on the knowledge they have accumulated in Guanfeng Pavilion over the years, there is no need to be afraid of those stupid old thieves in the previous court, but anyway, this is not quite like his master's usual style, is it?

If His Royal Highness the Fifth Prince really can't think about it, he wants the military power of the Mu family, so what is the best way to do it, and he accidentally hit the third lady with his idea...

He will also wait like this, threatening others with the little girl's life.

Yan Chuan smacked his lips and shook his head, lifted Su Hong, and followed Mo Junli all the way to a semi-old building in the corner of Huai City.

This is where they found out many days ago, where Mo Shuyuan's subordinates are.

It's just that due to the fact that the floods in the Jianghuai River have not subsided, they really can't spend much energy; and they don't know how many people Mo Shuyuan sent here, fearing that they will scare the snake and escape a few fish that slip through the net, so they have been holding back and not moving.

"Throw him at the door first." The boy rolled his eyelids as he said, his eyes were cold and indifferent, "Be tighter, don't tell him to look for opportunities to escape, wait, it's still useful."

"This subordinate understands." Yan Chuan cupped his hands, and Mo Junli nodded upon seeing this and stopped talking.

He tried to reach out and push the door, but when he saw that the wooden door was locked from the inside, he simply stepped up and smashed the hinge on the door (an ancient hinge hinge).

"Bam—"

There were bursts of smoke and dust when the wooden door fell to the ground, and the powder ash on the old beams was also shaken down by this shock, and it immediately rained gray in the house.

The few dead soldiers who stayed on the first floor were caught off guard, choked by the dust and almost cried, and were about to draw their swords to meet them, when they saw a glimmer of snow, and the three-foot sharp knife easily cut their throats.

how come……

A dead man stared at the door with staring eyes, and the young man who came against the light walked with ease like a stroll in the garden.

Red color poured into the throat, and an abnormal rusty smell appeared in his mouth. When the vitality dissipated, his body straightened backwards, fell to the ground, and a small cloud of black smoke splashed.

Mo Junli glanced down at the bright scarlet that was gradually spreading on the ground, then walked through the warm corpses strewn all over the ground without changing his face, and stepped up the steps.

He is not an extremely benevolent person, and the people of the Tian family should kill decisively.

His good temper in the past was nothing more than facing his parents, teachers, relatives, friends and common people. Like this, he has been washed away by Mo Shuyuan so that no one even knows his own name. He is full of foolish and loyal people who work for tigers. When he sees one kill another .

The young man flicked his wrist, and the blood beads sticking to the blade disappeared immediately.

The dead man resting upstairs heard the movement from downstairs, got up and wanted to go downstairs to investigate, but bumped into the noble young man who had just come upstairs.

Seeing Mo Junli, the dead man was stunned subconsciously for a moment, and when he came back to his senses, the three-foot green spear in the young man's hand had already pierced his waist and abdomen.

"It's you..." The dead man murmured, before leaving Beijing, they had seen the person in front of them countless times in the portraits, and they often heard others mention his integrity and gentleness.

However, until today, when he was about to die under his sword, he suddenly realized that what is gentle, what is upright...these are all jokes!
"Noisy." The young man's long eyelashes slightly closed, and when he drew his sword, crimson splashed on his clothes.

The dead man who hadn't breathed yet fell limply on the stairs, Mo Junli didn't care about the warm and fishy smell on Gu Guang's sleeves, and walked upstairs, crushing the dead man's hand that was trying to pull Hand ringing signal fireworks.

The red stream trickled down the steps, and the upstairs was full of swords and swords. By the time Yan Chuan tied Su Hong up again, put it away carefully and rushed to the second floor, most of the dead men in the house had been slaughtered by the young man.

"Goo-"

Seeing this, Yanchuan swallowed instinctively. He always knew that his master's martial arts were quite high, but he never expected that his martial arts could be so strong that he was able to kill with his hands free when surrounded by dozens of people| people……

Should he praise him as "extremely cruel", or should he say that extreme anger can stimulate people's potential?
The young man's eyes couldn't help but wandered. He hurried to catch up to help, but judging by the current situation... it seems that there is nothing wrong with him?
Yan Chuan scratched his head in a daze, squatted aside and looked at it for a while, finally drew out his sword, stepped forward from time to time, and made up for the ground twice without losing his breath.

The two cooperated very well, within two moments, they had eliminated all the dead in the building.

"Go down and bring Su Hong in." Mo Junli casually tore off a piece of blood-soaked clothes from the dead man, and slowly wiped the blood on the sword.

Yan Chuan responded, went downstairs and picked up Su Hong, who was trembling all over, and crossed the threshold in two or three steps. He casually threw it to the side of the table. pit.

Su Hong's face was like gold paper, and his tresses trembled like chaff. He froze his head and looked up at the young man who was walking slowly. His plain clothes were stained with blood, and he stepped inch by inch through the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood. ——

Like a life-threatening Yan Luo stepping out of the underworld.

As the cold light flickered, the tip of the sword slashed across the ground, pulling out a few strings of sticky filaments with a fishy smell, and when Su Hong's neck felt cold, someone suddenly put the snow blade on his shoulder.

"I'll give you two choices." The boy said, with a piercing chill in his voice, he moved the sword closer to his neck, as if it would kill him in the next moment, "either die."

"Or, take me to find other people sent by Mo Shuyuan."

 Counseling the solo session!Two chapters! !

  The other side is brought out!

  In fact, he has never been a fool, he is fierce

  It's just easy to talk in front of your own people, looking silly
  It makes it easy for everyone to forget that he has been an emperor for one life and a prince for two lives

  That's a big boast
  handsome!

  
 
(End of this chapter)

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