Zhou Mohuai realized that so long had passed. He lowered his head and gently touched his wound. It has been more than a month, but there is still no sign of healing, and he doesn't know how long he can last.

He raised his eyes and looked at the curtain covering the dragon with concern.

He must complete the knife score before falling down.

Since Wen Wenlan has been recuperating for a few days, he won’t come today, so why not take advantage of this time to solve the problem.

"Lin Miao, it's said that He Ruo was marching into the palace." Zhou Mohuai called Lin Miao, and he had to go for a trip to this matter.

When Lin Miao heard that He Ruo was marching into the palace, he immediately lowered his face. He lowered his voice and his words were full of displeasure, "General Zhou, what are you planning to do again?"

Every time General Zhou tells him that He Ruo goes to the palace, he doesn't know what he is doing. He is not afraid that He Ruoxing will not be beneficial to General Zhou. After all, this is the imperial palace, and He Ruoxing cannot escape.

However, since General Zhou told He Ruo to enter the palace, General Zhou's health has deteriorated. He almost doubted whether General Zhou had been attacked by He Ruoxing's magic and was constantly absorbed by He Ruoxing. However, General Zhou himself did not realize it at all.

Lin Miao frowned. Every time He Ruoxing left, his eyes were bright.

Like a cat at night.

"Don't worry, nothing is wrong." Zhou Mohuai turned his head and saw Lin Miao's face was bad, and he curled the corners of his mouth again, relaxing his tone, "I promise you that this is the last time."

The sword score is still two moves away, so Zhou Mohuai plans to take advantage of this last chance to solve them all.

"I want to see what General Zhou is doing. If this happens, I can have an explanation to Your Majesty." The last time His Majesty asked General Zhou why he frequently summoned He Ruo to the palace, he stammered and couldn't answer. His Majesty almost pushed him out and chopped him up in anger.

So this time, he must know what General Zhou is doing.

Even if I can't see it with my own eyes, I want to hear General Zhou say what he is doing.

Zhou Mohuai hesitated. He lowered his eyes and pondered, wondering whether to tell Lin Miao about this. Anyway, there was only one last move left. After the knife score was completed, he would give the knife score to Wen Wenlan. Wenlan would know about this sooner or later.

But if he told Lin Miao in advance, would he stop him?

As the knife score was about to be completed, he could not let all his previous efforts be wasted.

"You promise that you won't stop me after seeing it?" Zhou Mohuai raised his eyes and a smile appeared.

"Sister swears!" Lin Miao said, kneeling directly in front of Zhou Mohuai.

"Okay, you go and call He Ruoxing over first, and then you have to follow my instructions." Zhou Mohuai picked up Lin Miao and called He Ruoxing into the palace first, and then talk about the others.

Lin Miao quickly brought He Ruoxing into the palace.

He watched Zhou Mohuai and He Ruoxing walk towards the back hall together, and he was about to follow him, but he was driven out by Zhou Mohuai again. No matter how much Ren Linmiao whined and begged, it was useless.

"There are a lot of things to draw today, can you do it?" He Ruoxing was ready when Zhou Mohuai took out Panlong from the back hall.

I haven't painted Zhou Mohuai for a few days, and He Ruoxing's hands were so itchy. When he heard Zhou Mohuai say that he would draw more today, he immediately looked at him.

Not to mention drawing a little more, it will be fine to draw it all day long.

After the discussion, Zhou Mohuai stood in the center of the small garden, held his breath and prepared the penultimate move of the Panlong sword. With his waist, he pushed his arm hard, and the heavy Panlong drew a beautiful arc. Then he leveraged the force and kicked forward, leading several beautiful arcs in succession, attacking forward quickly, slashing down one by one. If the enemy was ahead, he would definitely not be able to withstand it.

Zhou Mohuai was fully focused and used all his strength to show his posture as Panlong.

Panlong's last two moves were extremely fast and his footwork needed to be very smooth to support the entire attack. If the footwork was breathing in a mess, the whole game would be chaotic and the flaws would appear. If the opponent seized the opportunity to counterattack, even if he was not defeated, he would be retaliated by the power he brought out.

He Ruoxing's face was solemn and his eyebrows were frowned. He stared at Zhou Mohuai carefully without letting go of any subtle movement.

His pen kept wandering, as if he had eyes, and presented all Zhou Mohuai's movements on the drawing paper.

The move was just halfway through, and there were bright red blood on Zhou Mohuai's chest and collars. He secretly adjusted his breathing, constantly drawing strength from the depths of his body to support his movements.

After one move, Zhou Mohuai almost fell to the ground with unstable feet. He quickly supported Pan Long with his eyes and hands, so he did not fall down.

"Your Highness, are you okay..." After making up for the last stroke, He Ruoxing looked up and saw Zhou Mohuai's weak back. He stood there leaning against Pan Long, looking very tired, "Do you want to take a break first?"

"No, let's continue." Zhou Mohuai cleared his throat and tried to make his voice sound normal. He adjusted his breath and picked up Panlong again, preparing for the last move.

While Zhou Mohuai stopped to breathe, a head appeared on the roof of the front hall of Yihua Palace. Lin Miao carefully held the ridge and leaned out to look down.

He must see what General Zhou and He Ruoxing are doing.

Lin Miao blinked and saw Zhou Mohuai standing with his back to He Ruoxing, holding Panlong in his arms, and He Ruoxing's eyes were filled with painting tools.

Drawing?

Lin Miao was confused. This was not a big deal. Why did General Zhou hide it from him?

Just as he was confused, he suddenly saw Zhou Mohuai pick up Pan Long and break out a big arc, which scared Lin Miao almost rolled down from the roof.

Lin Miao held the roof tightly with his hands, staring at Zhou Mohuai who was waving the dragon below without blinking. His beautiful figure, smooth footwork, and murderous moves, Lin Miao was fascinated by the sight. He forgot that Zhou Mohuai was a wounded person.

His heartbeat beat violently with Zhou Mohuai's moves and moves, cheering Zhou Mohuai, and his blood was almost boiling.

The sun casts some hot sunlight, weaving a beautiful shadow for Zhou Mohuai and Panlong in the courtyard. Sometimes they dodge and sometimes they bravely chop and kill, with agile posture but without losing their strength.

Lin Miao was stunned and his mouth opened slightly. He seemed to see the immortal in the sky in the garden of Yihua Palace.

The last move ended. Before Zhou Mohuai had time to stop, he fell to one knee while his feet were soft. Fortunately, Panlong supported him and did not fall completely.

He lowered his head, looked at the blood on his chest, and a faint curve of his mouth.

"General Zhou!" Lin Miao exclaimed, and he was distracted from the roof in a hurry.

When Lin Miao rushed into the small garden, He Ruoxing had just helped Zhou Mohuai up. Seeing the blood on Zhou Mohuai's clothes, He Ruoxing was stunned.

The dark red blood stains, pale faces, slightly curled lips, and faint eyes, as if they saw the Manzhushahua blooming by the Santu River on the Yellow Spring Road. The red is hell and the white is bliss. On the other side, there is the Ten Kings of Hell waiting to be sentenced.

He Ruoxing bit his lip and secretly remembered the scene in front of him.

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