"Damn it, just say a word to me before you die!"

Mo Shu was wearing black clothes and quietly hid into the night without interruption.

The horse shed smells very strong, and the smell of horse manure is mixed with the smell of grass, which is very sniffy.

Mo Shu covered his nose and looked at the tall man punching and kicking the exile: "Isn't he very good at martial arts? Isn't he the number one master? Are you standing up?"

Each kick was kicked on the large iron ring that penetrated the pipa bone.

"Swish, because you are a waste, I have to come here to see you. How big are you? Bah!"

Mo Shu frowned, and as he watched his actions, his eyes were slightly cold.

"So what if you have a noble identity? Isn't it just a dog that falls into the water? Anyone can come and kick it, hahahaha!"

The man beat him for a while, perhaps because the beaten man had no response at all, he felt bored and soon muttered to the bad luck and left.

Mo Shu stayed in the dark for a while, observed for a while and confirmed that no one would come again. Just as he was about to come out, Tingjia made a hoarse and almost dry voice: "When should I hide?"

This sound is not difficult to hear very young.

But it was almost hoarse, gritting in the throat, but it was very calm and unshocked.

Mo Shu was stunned.

When did he find her?

Mo Shu suddenly thought of the number one master who was the abuser just now.

This person is probably much more powerful than the so-called number one master she met in the capital.

Mo Shu frowned and finally appeared from the darkness.

The exile leaned against the corner of the wall, and with the moonlight, Mo Shu could see the clarity in his eyes.

Yes.

Qingming Festival.

After being abused for so long and insulted for such a long time, he was able to remain clear and sober, and his perseverance was very strong.

Mo Shu suddenly felt a sense of danger.

If such a lone wolf is an enemy, I am afraid that it will not know how it will die.

Mo Shu approached and said, "Who are you? Why do they hate you so much?"

The man looked up at Mo Shu, and for a moment, it seemed that a little bit of ridicule passed by, "Since you don't know Ben... why should I follow you all the way?"

Mo Shu squatted down, looked at his face hidden under blood, and said, "I have no other characteristics, I am very kind. I see that you are bullied so badly, of course I can't stand it."

Kind?

The man looked up at her again, but found that there was fun, smile, and coldness in her eyes, but what was not there was sympathy.

Seeing that he was so miserable, a woman who didn't even have a trace of sympathy, was so embarrassed to say that she was kind?

This is really the biggest joke he has heard in his 22 years of living.

Mo Shu saw his thoughts and chuckled: "Why, don't you believe it?"

The man pulled the corner of his lips as a response.

Scoundrel: [Do you want me to come out to save someone?]

Mo Shu: No hurry.

Slut:【?】

Mo Shu smiled and said, "I have always been kind-hearted. As long as you beg me, I will save you immediately. How about it?"

Scoundrel: [Why?]
Chapter completed!