Hate can easily make people lose their minds.

Mo doesn't want to live.

He has been a man who has been holding his meridians for life, including wealth and wealth, three wives and four concubines.

Now he is as down and out as a dog, he is controlled by others.

Seeing that the Fuxing Mo Craft was hopeless, it would be better to die.

He doesn't want to be worried every day, be unable to eat enough or wear warmth, and be desperate.

Moreover, only he himself knows the location where the "Nine Heavens Thorns" hides.

If Mo died, this secret sank the stones to the sea, and the "Nine Heavens Thorns" may disappear countless times.

Perhaps, we will never see the light of day again.

Death, he will leave with a secret!

Mo wants to make those who want to get the "Nine Heavens Thorn" desperate!

Seven meridians and seven weapons are indispensable.

All the other six meridians carry weapons with you. After all, they are magical weapons and everything goes well!

But Mo didn't choose this.

He used the "Nine Heavens Thorn" to seal the "Nine Heavens Thorn" in a secret place, namely the formation and Feng Shui.

Except for Mo, there is no trace of others.

But now!

Mo couldn't bear it.

He hates it!

Hate the ink like a dragon!

If possible, he wants to choose to die together!

A distance of 100 meters seems so long.

Mo Rulong's legs were broken, and he was too scared and his physical strength could no longer be supported.

Every few meters he climbed, he would stop and breathe heavily.

Although Mo was strong, he seemed old and powerless due to excessive blood loss.

In just one hundred meters, the two of them were lying on their slightest and slow side.

Mo Rulong wants to survive!

Mo wants to kill someone!

The former father and son became enemies in this warehouse!

One wants to kill someone, the other wants to survive.

Obviously, those who want to survive, both mentally and physically, are far better than those who kill.

Mo Rulong tried his best, gritted his teeth, and finally arrived less than ten meters away from the pistol.

Mo, who was old and weak, even though he was very strong at the peak, his legs were destroyed and he lost too much blood. It was twenty meters away from the pistol that could make him revenge!

Mo was desperate.

Suddenly.

A video begins to be played on the large screen of the warehouse.

This is an image taken by Li Shier after he left the ink meridian and arranged for someone to sneak into the ink meridian and quietly took it.

In the picture, Ayun, the woman Mo loved the most, was killed by Mo Rulong's sword!

"No!"

Mo's eyes were cracked and he crawled towards the pistol like crazy!

He ignored the pain and exhausted, as if he had a look back!

But in the end, it was still three meters away!

Mo Rulong grabbed the pistol and laughed wildly!

"Old thing! Thank you, for using your life to exchange for my ticket to leave." He smiled indulgently and pointed his gun at his biological father!

"I agree!"

Mo roared!

"What?"

Mo Rulong was stunned.

What to agree with?

Agree to die?

Just kidding, if the gun is in his own hands, isn’t it possible for him to decide whether he dies or not?

Need your consent?

But suddenly!

Mo Rulong felt his body hanging in the air and his whole body was caught in the air!

The gun also fell to the ground.

"What's going on!" Mo Rulong shouted: "I obviously won, why should I arrest me! The person! Get out!"

Seeing victory in sight, but I was lifted up, Mo Rulong's mentality suddenly collapsed.

Just finished speaking.

The warehouse door was pushed open.

The two warriors set up exhausted Mo and left the warehouse. Only Mo Rulong was left, roaring hard in the air.

"Tell me, where is the thing?" Li Shier stood in front of Mo wearing black clothes and covering his face: "If you are willing to help, I can let you kill Mo Rulong and help you regain the throne of the Mo Vein."

"Are you sure?" Mo's eyes, which had already dim, suddenly flashed with light.

"Of course, I have this ability."

Li Shier folded his hands on his chest and spoke calmly: "I can capture both of you, father and son, which is enough to show my ability. As for supporting you to re-assert the throne of the genital holder, there are only two things. First, kill Mo Rulong. Second, I will send someone to help you clear the portal."

Mo was a little moved.

"Nine Heavens Thorns" are dead objects and have no value.

If he can get glorious in the past, he can give it a try.

"How do I believe you?" A shimmer burst out from Mo Huzhu's eyes!

No one wants to die.

Unless life is worse than death!

If he could become a person holding the meridian, regain control of power and live a life of luxury, why would he die?

Is it to see the gods mentioned by the gods and Buddhas in the West Sea?

Or to prove the Tao at the mouth of the evil Taoist path in the North Sea?

Or, like Li Shier, he begged for death?

But I need to guarantee it!

If the other party takes the "Nine Heavens Thorn" and pats his butt and leaves, wouldn't he be in a big loss?

Mo had to admit that he was told.

A feeling of heartbeat.

"I can swear." Li Shier raised his hand and said lightly: "If I, Ji Wuchen, breaks my promise, I will be the most vicious curse in the world! After death, I will go to hell and become a dog."

"Okay!" Mo pondered for a moment and said, "'Nine Heavens Thorn', on the chassis of my exclusive car, there is a gear on the ground, and that gear is the Nine Heavens Thorn."

"Okay. If you haven't lie, you will re-pick the ink vein at dawn."

Li Shier waved his hand, and the Fu family warriors immediately went to find the car Mo was riding in.

The car is a special car, and you will naturally follow it wherever you go.

Sure enough, the old fox is still quite cunning.

Half an hour later, several Fu family warriors came to Li Shier with a gear with a diameter of about half a meter and a thickness of about two millimeters.

"Is this something?" Li Shier held the gear in his hand.

Heavy.

Very heavy.
To be continued...