The devil speaks to the heavens

Chapter 10 Murong Father and Son
Qiao Feng also looked at Mo Huai, but unexpectedly, the smile on Mo Huai's face faded, and he slowly put down the wine bowl in his hand: "You two virtuous brothers, forgive me, I have never had brothers, and I have never made brothers .Even my name is just nonsense. I have never been a good person. It is a real honor to have the two of you fall in love with each other. Unfortunately, I am not blessed to be your brother. Let me bid farewell!"

"Brother Shi!" Duan Yu and Qiao Feng were stunned, seeing that Mo Huai had already turned around and walked to the stairs, Duan Yu couldn't help but stood up and shouted.

However, Mo Huai went downstairs without looking back.

Duan Yu, who had no choice but to sit down, couldn't help being disappointed and said: "What do you mean by not being a good person? What do you mean by being a brother without blessings? Isn't it because you didn't tell us our real names and surnames at the beginning? What's the big deal?"

"Brother Shi, I'm afraid he is a person with a lot of stories." Qiao Feng also sighed with a slightly complicated expression: "However, I, Qiao Feng, believe that he is definitely a friend worth making."

Duan Yu also nodded and said: "I feel the same way as elder brother! In this life, apart from elder brother you, there is no one else who can make me hit it off like old brother Shi. Brother Shi, it's not as good as today, you and I will be married to Jinlan first, and we can wait later If there is a chance to see Brother Shi again, it will not be too late to make sworn vows with him."

"It's so good!" Qiao Feng nodded happily, and the two of them talked about their ages, then they bowed eight times in this Songhe Tower and became brothers.

After leaving Songhe Tower, Mo Huai, who was walking on the street a little lonely, looked at the flow of people, but felt so lonely.Everything here, although it really exists, is so remote and strange to me!

"The devil...I'm a devil! Who ever heard of a devil having brothers?" Mo Huai laughed at himself, with a hint of sadness in his laughter.

Mo Huai, who was walking out of the city like a walking corpse, looked at the avenue outside the city and the mountains and forests in the distance, and he didn't know where to go for a while.

Mo Huai, who was walking aimlessly, came to a forest after an unknown amount of time, and suddenly heard a burst of dense footsteps and voices, suddenly came back to his senses, and hurriedly dodged and hid behind a big tree, Looking secretly at the group of passing beggars, listening to their faint conversation, he couldn't help frowning slightly: "People from the beggar gang? Xingzilin? Qiao Feng is in trouble, should I go and have a look?" ?”

Mo Huai, who hesitated for a while, sighed softly, and finally quietly followed the group of beggars.

Not long after, Mo Huai, who followed the group of beggars to an apricot grove, saw more beggars, Duan Yu, Qiao Feng, three young women and two other men, presumably Wang Yuyan, Azhu Abi and others. The package is different and there is a storm.

Mo Huai, who didn't show up, quietly hid in a secret place not far away, seeing the development of the situation in the apricot forest, he seemed to have no intention of intervening.

Mo Huai silently watched Qiao Feng deal with the internal turmoil of the Beggar Gang, and when the law enforcement elder Bai Shijing asked someone to take out the magic knife to deal with the four elders of the Beggar Gang and Quan Guanqing, he watched Qiao Feng use the knife to kill himself. Cleared of guilt, Mo Huai couldn't help frowning.

does it worth?They echoed and rebelled just because they listened to the words of the villain, so why did they really regard you as the leader of the gang of beggars, respect you, and trust you?Looking at Qiao Feng who was acting as if nothing had happened with a knife stuck in his body, Mo Huai couldn't help but shook his head and sighed secretly.

With the arrival of more people and the development of the situation, Qiao Feng's identity was revealed, he resigned from the position of the leader of the beggar gang, and left behind the dog-beating stick to leave. The corners of Mo Huai's lips curled up slightly: "That's right What is there to be nostalgic about being the head of the gang of bullshit beggars? After getting rid of such shackles, the sky is high and the earth is wide, wouldn’t it be all about heroes?"

Mo Huai didn't leave with Qiao Feng. At this time, Qiao Feng didn't need his comfort or anything, but needed a quiet time alone.

Next, people from the Xixia Yipintang appeared, and after they had mesmerized everyone with their sorrowful breeze, Mo Huai made a move quietly. First, he hit an acupuncture point on Duan Yu's body with a small stone with his fingertips. He opened his mouth, and then he sent a detoxification pill obtained from Xiaoyao's legacy into his mouth with the same magical technique of flicking his fingers.

After Duan Yu regained his mobility and took Wang Yuyan to snatch the Xixia warrior's horse and escaped, Mo Huai secretly followed.

In the big mill, under Wang Yuyan's guidance, Duan Yu dealt with those Xixia warriors who came after him, and even met Murong Fu, who was pretending to be a Xixia warrior Li Yanzong, who made things difficult for him. Mo Huai, who secretly watched all the developments, still had no intention of intervening .

After Li Yanzong left the big mill and rode away, Mo Huai, who had a sneer on the corner of his mouth, used his lightness kung fu to catch up.

"Huh?" Murong Fu, who had ridden several miles away, suddenly stopped his horse and looked back, only to see a ghostly black shadow approaching, and hurriedly drew his sword to attack the shadow. To stab.

However, Murong Fu, who pierced into the black shadow with this sword, felt as if the stab was empty, and suddenly felt uncomfortable. When he was about to turn around, he felt his whole body go numb, his hand was empty, and immediately he flew off the horse. Going out, he fell into the grass beside the road in embarrassment.

"Nan Murong of North Qiaofeng, a hero of the generation of North Qiaofeng, unexpectedly, Nan Murong is such a person who hides his head and shows his tail, vulnerable." He was dressed in a white robe, wearing a black cloth hood, with only two eyes exposed, looking a bit nondescript Mo Huai, holding the sword he had snatched from Murong Fu earlier, pointed the tip of the sword at his chest and sneered.

Seeing that Mo Huai recognized his identity, Murong Fu, who was shocked in his heart, couldn't help but gritted his teeth and looked at Mo Huai unwillingly: "Who is your Excellency? You said that I hide my head and show my tail, so why don't you hide your head and show your tail?"

"Hehe, I'm not the only one who hides his head and shows his tail." Mo Huai gave a meaningful chuckle, then turned to look at the mountain forest not far away and said loudly: "Murong Bo, if you don't come out again, I will It can be stabbed with a single sword."

Hearing Mo Huai's words, Murong Fu was startled, and subconsciously turned his head to look towards the forest not far away.

"Who is Your Excellency? Did you capture my son just to force me to show up?" A deep voice came, and then a black shadow flashed out from the forest, turning into a masked man in black. His hair was gray and he was obviously not young.

Murong Fu looked at the man in black with some excitement: "Father, is it really you? Are you really not dead yet?"

"Murong Bo, your son wants you to die, but you are really unfilial! What's the use of keeping such an unfilial son? Why don't I kill him for you!" Mo Huai, who was joking, wanted to throw the sword in his hand. Murong Fu stabbed in the chest.

Murong Bo hurriedly said: "Wait a minute! What exactly do you want to let me go?"

"Simple! As a person, I never do business at a loss. I have heard that the Murong family's battles, Shenhezhi, and Longcheng swordsmanship are all rare martial arts skills in the martial arts. Your Murong family likes to collect martial arts cheats from all schools and sects in the world. , I like it too. If you want to save your son, okay, I can exchange your Murong family's Douzhuanxingyi, Shenhezhi and Longcheng swordsmanship!" Mo Huai said casually with a light smile, and there was a bit of evil in his laughter.

When Murong Bo heard it, his tone became gloomy: "Don't you think your appetite is a little too big?"

"Really? I don't think so!" Mo Huai said with a smile, "If I kill Murong Fu now, it will be very difficult for your old man Murong to have another son. In this way, your Murong family will never be seen again. Ah! No matter how powerful the family tradition is, no one will inherit it!"

(End of this chapter)