Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 1153 The pit is 213 meters deep
Judging from their force value, they seem to be more brave than the previous Beimeng soldiers...

Mo Jiu tightened the firebolt in his hand, watching the god-like reversal, the doubts in his heart hadn't come to a conclusion, when he saw the Beimeng army surrounding the bandits suddenly parted from the road, a group of neatly dressed The cavalrymen waved their swords and shouted the name of "Su He".

Suh?She was taken aback.

I saw Prince Su He riding a tall horse, slowly stepping out from among the cavalry, that casual look, coupled with his terrifying shaman mask, had a bit of prestige, and more of it...a chilling air.

"The prince Su He is here."

"Son Su He!"

The herdsmen also seemed to have seen a savior, and they all shouted.

Su He glanced at the smoky scene, and inadvertently glanced at Mo Jiu who was not far away. He hesitated for a moment, then turned away quickly, and comforted the frightened herdsmen with gentle and fierce words.With the prince here and a sense of security, the herdsmen were moved and excited, raising their arms and shouting something like shouting slogans.

"It's incredible! This Su He is a character!"

Mo Jiu clicked his tongue, staring at Su He's hideous mask, with a half-smile.

At this time, Mo Wang also squeezed through the crowd, wiped the black ash from his face, and said to her, "Xiao Jiu, the fire has basically been extinguished. But there are a few tents...burned too fast, and there is no strength to recover It's..."

"Yes. Brother, you have worked hard."

Mo Jiu smiled slightly, and stuffed the Firebolt that he had been playing with for a long time into his arms.

"Let's go back."

Come to help in a hurry, the matter is not over, just leave like this?

Mo Lun was startled for a moment, but didn't ask any further questions, and quickly jumped on his horse to follow behind her.

"Fortunately, the Beimeng cavalry came. Otherwise, today's situation would have ended."

Hearing Mo Wang's feeling of gratitude, Mo Jiu narrowed his eyes slightly, curled his lips and said, "With Mr. Su He here, we shouldn't have eaten salty radishes to worry about... Sigh, it's a pity that my bowl of pimple soup hasn't arrived yet." After eating, go back now, don’t know if it’s cold or not.”

"..."

Mo Wang looked at her remorseful look, and said with a smile: "Anyway, they are here, why don't you wait and see what happens?"

The fight hadn't ended yet, and the fun hadn't passed, so no one was willing to leave.

Seeing that Mo Wang and several disciples had the idea of ​​staying and watching, Mo Jiu just smiled and shook his head.

"Farewell, when it's time for the son to behave, why should we take credit for it?"

Hearing her words, Mo Wan's expression changed, "Xiao Jiu thinks this matter has something to do with Su He himself?"

With a puff, Mo Jiu shook his head with a smile, "I'm not a god, so how could I guess this? However, bandits are definitely not real bandits. After all, it's the gods who fight, and the mortals suffer. Only the innocent herdsmen are pitiful."

Mo Wang seemed to understand, nodded, "Fortunately, there is no danger, no injuries and no deaths."

Several people chatted about the previous fire, left the scene of the incident, and walked back slowly.Mo Jiu rode his horse to the river along the way, found a place with rich water and grass, and let her little jujube have a full meal, and then walked back to the tent from the green grass.

After tying the claret horse to the stake outside the tent, she greeted the two patrolling disciples, stretched with a smile on her face, opened the door of the tent by herself, and strode in.

"Long time no see, my little Jiuer."

A playful voice came from behind, startling Mo Jiu.

Before turning around, she stretched out her hand to touch Firebolt——

(End of this chapter)