"Don't move!" Si Ke stared at Mo Wen in horror. The flames had surrounded him in the middle, jumping to form a protective net of flames.

Noting that Sike had raised his gun in his hand, Mo Wen narrowed his eyes slightly and flashed his body, directly ignoring the flames and holding Sike's muzzle.

The sleeves made a "hiss" sound when burning, and his flesh also showed the darkness when burned. As if he could not sense the pain at all, Mo Wen crushed the gun in Sike's hand expressionlessly, and turned around and stabbed it into his abdomen with a dagger.

Accompanied by the sound of flesh and blood breaking open, the flames around Sike suddenly extinguished. He knelt on the ground weakly, spitting out a mouthful of blood with a "wow" sound, and the whole person curled up because of the pain.

At this moment, Zhang Liming, who was already crazy, pounced on Mo Wen and attacked him. Unfortunately, Mo Wen didn't want to deal with him at all. He held his shoulders with his backhand and twisted his arms without hesitation.

His thick and strong arms were twisted into twists and hung weakly beside Zhang Liming. He screamed and almost fainted.

"I've said that you can wait a little longer."

He stepped over Zhang Liming with condescending straits, and Mo Wen looked around like a ferocious beast, continuing to deal with other guards.

At this time, most of the other guards were already scared and sat down on the ground as soon as their legs were weak. Some of them reacted, but unfortunately, they were cut off their necks by Mo Wen before they even raised their guns or used their supernatural powers.

As long as it is not an accident, he is used to taking people's lives directly.

In the blink of an eye, Mo Wen dealt with all the guards present. He stood among the corpses covered in blood, as if he was walking out of the god of death in hell, so cold that he was lifeless.

The surroundings were strange and apart from the howling cold wind, Zhang Liming, who had witnessed all this, could only hear his heavy breathing.

He had cold sweat on his face, and his eyes widened and glared at Mo Wen's figure in horror.

Who is this evil god...? This kind of strength is no longer as great as he can imagine!

"Yuyou, what's wrong with this?"

At this time, a crisp sound suddenly sounded, breaking the calm while also emitting a hearty laugh.

"Save me!" Zhang Liming opened his eyes wide and looked at the person coming. After finding that it was a sunny and handsome young man, he subconsciously asked for help.

"Eh?" Zui Wuye blinked for no reason. He glanced at the blood-covered corpses around Mowen, and squatted down happily and looked at Zhang Liming and said, "What did you say just now? The wind was too strong. I didn't hear it."

"Save me!" Zhang Liming shouted in pain, almost all of his voice cords were shattered by him.

At this time, Mo Wen was standing behind Zhang Liming faintly as he struggled to death, while pulling off his burning sleeves and throwing them on the ground.

His sleeves were burned into the flesh and blood, and he pulled them up with a large piece of flesh and blood. A few blood beads appeared in the wound that had just stopped the blood.

"Well... how do you want me to save you?" Zui Wuye asked with a smile on his smile at Zhang Liming's distorted face with interest.

At this time, Zhang Liming, who was already desperate, could only grab Zui Wuye's last straw. He shouted loudly regardless of his vigilance, "Help me find Lord Xu!"

His voice was desperate and shrill, and this roar almost exhausted his entire body.

"Xu Jielin? Do you think you can still survive until then?"

Zui Wuye smiled viciously. He looked at Zhang Liming with satisfaction and the hope in his eyes turned into surprise first, then despair, and clapped his hands and stood up to heal Mo Wen's arm.

"Boss, I think if you weren't a psychic person... you might have been disabled long ago."

Looking at the shocking scars on Mo Wen's arm, even Zui Wuye couldn't help but smack his tongue.

Is this guy Mo Wen not feeling any pain?

Unexpectedly, Zui Wuye was Mo Wen's man. The hope that had just ignited in Zhang Liming's eyes disappeared helplessly.

Mo Wen did not respond to Zui Wuye's words. He looked down at Zhang Liming and said coldly, "Tell me, where is Ye Shu?"

When Mo Wen mentioned Ye Shu again, Zhang Liming's chapped lips couldn't help but squirmed.

Ye Shu...

Thinking of the woman who always had a gentle smile on her face, Zhang Liming felt that her panicked heart seemed to calm down.

Ye Shu is in their north, symbolizing hope.

She is kind, gentle, and just, just like the embodiment of all positive images.

"I don't know." Zhang Liming whispered, his eyes instantly firm.

"Don't say it?" Mo Wen, whose arms had been cured, squatted down and pressed Zhang Liming's head, narrowing his eyes slightly.

Others may not know where Ye Shu is, but Zhang Liming and other guard captains must know, otherwise where would they go to protect if Ye Shu is in danger.

"Hey hey, you must not be able to ask anything like this, boss." Zui Wuye squatted down and pulled Zhang Liming's collar, raised his eyes and pointed behind Mo Wen, "Leave it to me, boss, you can get rid of the pitiful egg that escaped the net first."

Sike, who was crawling out with his wound, paused, and then crawled out with even more horror.

"Speed ​​up." Unexpectedly, Si Ke was still breathing a sigh of relief. Mo Wen stood up impatiently and walked slowly towards Si Ke.

"Don't worry, boss, I can guarantee that I can let him take us there." Zui Wuye said confidently, then happily placed Zhang Liming with his back facing upwards, took out a dagger and gestured twice on his abdomen, which looked like a medical student preparing to dissect a rabbit.

"Don't worry, I will try my best to make your heart beat." Zui Wuye said cheerfully, and the sunny smile made Zhang Liming dazzled.

How could he smile like this at this time?!

Unable to use normal people's thoughts to figure out Zui Wuye's thoughts, Zhang Liming only felt a drop of cold sweat slipping down from his forehead. He stared at the dagger in Zui Wuye's hand, and felt his heart shrink suddenly.

The cold dagger pressed under his lifted clothes, causing goosebumps all over him.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred. Sike, who was originally escaping, suddenly turned over and sat up. He seemed to be forced into a desperate situation and decided to make a last try.

"You will die a bad death!" He growled in despair and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Mo Wen raised his hand indifferently and pointed it at Sike, and Sike also resolutely pulled up a flame. He showed his blood-stained teeth and attacked Mo Wen ferociously.

The flames all over his body fluttered with his teeth and claws, and instantly rushed towards Mo Wen's chest.
Chapter completed!