Chapter 143: Cut

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When Zi Moyan woke up again, her whole body seemed to fall apart, her veins had dried up, and she couldn't lift a trace of her energy at all. It hurts the whole body at the first move, and it is extremely painful!
He looked up and looked at his current situation. This was not in the original dungeon, but in a room. An antique, fresh and elegant room, a fragrance wafts in the air.
"Are you awake?" The door was opened. The woman is in a white pleated skirt today, without a long white fox cape, but the silver-white butterfly mask and the golden lotus on her chest let Zi know silently, she is The woman in white who injured him yesterday is no doubt.
Zi silently said that he was no longer as yesterday, and his emotions calmed down, and his eyes sank, and he said coldly, "The messenger of the holy land did the same thing as kidnapping people!"
The woman in white didn't care what Zi Muyan said. She came to his side, raised her white chin, the psychedelic light shining through the eyes under the mask, and her voice was very gentle: "You have no strength now , I do n’t have any energy, sleep well, I do n’t know anything when I sleep.

Suddenly far and near, with charm, under the guidance of the voice, Zi Moyan's consciousness began to become chaotic. He struggled to become conscious, but the consciousness became uncontrolled and blurred, and his head became more and more The heavier and heavier.
The woman in white looked at Zi Moyan's drowsy appearance, flashing a satisfied light in her eyes, and stood up and commanded: "Come!" The cold voice in the empty room seemed very loud.
After a while, the two men in black hurried in, and their chests were the same as the women in white, and they pinned off a golden snowdrop.
The two kneeled respectfully at the woman in white and said, "What does the saint have to say?"
"Next, you take Zi Muyan to Wo Buren, remember not to let Wo Buren hurt Zi Mu Yan. Be sure to keep an eye on him and let him obediently follow my arrangements."
"Yes!"
Zi Moyan felt that he was driven by two people and got out of a beautiful and solemn attic, got on a luxurious carriage, and stumbled along the way, but his head was more groggy.
Close to noon, at three o'clock noon, Wo Buren was sitting in the position of the prison officer on the execution ground, and the execution ground was full of people watching the crowd.
"what happened?"
"I heard that it seems that Zi You has reversed the crime of resistance, and it will be punished!"
"Purple astral horoscope? Is that astral veteran with a soldier against the enemy? No, I heard that he is a good official who loves people like a child!"
"Yeah, what's going on?"
"..."
Wo Buren glanced at the audience, and those ordinary civilians frowned slightly, humming in their hearts: these are really ignorant pariahs!
Just when he was upset, he just watched as the two men with black crescent masks on their faces appeared with a murmur of purple murmur.
As soon as he thought of it, he could get the sacred artifact, and his mood improved immediately. He immediately stood up to meet the two of them: "The two messengers have worked hard. Please give me someone, and you can rest aside."
The two mask men nodded and handed Zi Muyan aside to the Yu Linjun, a man said coldly: "You should know how to do it, don't mess it up, otherwise you know it!"
"Okay, please sit down, messenger." After Wo Buren greeted the two men, he immediately asked someone to lift Zi Muyan everywhere.
Wo Buren looked at Zi Muyan, who had no resistance, and flashed insidiously on his face. Zi Muyan, even if the messenger of the Holy Land did not let me move you, what happened? This time, I must kill you, huh!
Arrived soon at three o'clock in the afternoon, Wo Buren stood up and shouted: "I know you are in the crowd, do you want to save Zi silent? I think you know what I want? If you do not obey , Your male pet is dying! "
While he was saying these words, his eyes had been looking for the person in the crowd, but he couldn't find the figure of Murong Tianchen, and he was anxious in his heart, otherwise he would have to come, or the play would be done in vain.
Wo Buren looked at the unsuspecting people below, his face was getting more and more ugly. Is Murong Tianchen really hurt too much, can't he? Even so, even if he can't come, he will kill Zi Muyan!
Wu Buren's face became more and more embarrassed. He picked up the Jian Jian card, dropped it suddenly, and shouted, "Cut me!"
At this moment, a black chopstick quickly flew from a distance to Wo Buren on the prison cutting platform, with a sharp murderous look, Wo Buren was frightened, and quickly lowered himself to escape.
With a sound of "咚", Wo Buren turned to watch the long black chopsticks just like this, all entering the wooden wall. A bottomless hole was left, and my heart trembled a little. That position was just facing my head. If I hadn't escaped, then the hole was on my head.
He settled down with a lingering heart, looking gloomily at the slow-paced man in black: "Are you finally willing to come out?"
The man in black was slender and erect. His sharp eyebrows showed cold killing intentions, a haze on his handsome face, and cold killing intentions flowing through his deep eyes. Every step of the man was calm and powerful, with a pressing force. pressure!
He was also followed by a slightly thin man in purple clothes, but the man held a good sword in his hand, and his slender eyebrows showed a murderous look. Although his looks were beautiful, the cold chill in his eyes was equally disturbing.
The onlookers of the people subconsciously gave way to him, and everyone was afraid to approach them.
Because it is too cold, it seems to be frozen as soon as it approaches.
The bauhinia on the side felt the owner's efforts to suppress the mania, he was very clear that the owner was really angry!
Murong Tianchen shook his hand coldly, hitting a black gas, hitting two executioners who were driving white teenagers, and they were swept out of the tens of meters, fell to the ground fiercely, and fainted.
He arrogantly embraced the soft and tender body into his arms, and said coldly, "Can he touch you too?" The deep possessiveness in the discourse was startling.
The groggy purple silently felt that he was surrounded by the warmth, and there were all the fascinating smells flowing around him. The familiar dragon's fragrance made him slightly red-eyed.
Zi Moyan slowly raised his head, looking at the resolute chin, still handsome and charming side face, subconsciously stretched out his hand, stroking the Yingting facial features, the voice with the fear that he had never before: "Chen, you hurt Where? Does it hurt? "
Although the voice was hoarse, it was unusually gentle, and there was pain in the tenderness.
Chen, do you know how scared I was when I knew you were hurt and you were dead!
When Murong Tianchen heard Zi Mo's words, he froze. The coldness in his eyes melted instantly, and a surprise flashed away. He looked down at the person in his arms, and his eyes looked bright like stars. Distressed and cared for him?
His heart was filled with joy, and the pampering in his eyes seemed to overflow. He said softly, "Yaner, I'm fine." Murong Tianchen didn't care about other people's eyes, bowed his head, and fell on the white forehead. A kiss, a compassionate kiss, arms folded, and Zi silently held tighter: "Yaner, I'm sorry, I'm late, I'm making you suffer." He never dared to let him leave again He is half a step away, and he will never let anyone hurt him again!
Murong Tianchen looked up and looked at Wo Buren on the cutting platform. The tenderness in his eyes faded away instantly, leaving only the cold killing intention: "Wo Buren, you are really bold! You should rebel! Come on, come He won it to you! "
Among the crowd, some people suddenly ripped off their coats, and came out of the black Dark Guard costume, holding swords in their hands, and surrounded Wu Buren and a group of Imperial Forest Army.
Woburen smiled coldly, without fear in the eyes: "Murong Tianchen, how dare you think I am brave, so there is no backhand?"
He clapping his hands "slambly", all of a sudden there were a few hundred people in black in all the restaurants, with bows and arrows in their hands, and they were now surrounded.
Among the crowd, there were also people dressed up by ordinary people who suddenly took out a short knife and stabbed Assassin to death.
For a moment, there were only a hundred people in a thousand dark guards, and all others were wounded by sudden attacks and died.
The sudden change of form is very unfavorable to Murong Tianchen.
Those real people, who have seen such scenes, are frightened and fled away.
Murong Tianchen saw this scene, expressionless, cold eyes swept across the room, a flash of contempt and disdain flashed in his eyes: "Do you think these ants-like people can deal with me?"
The man's cold and arrogant aura made the enemies who had been rubbing their fists extremely frightened, and the entire scene was calmed by the man's powerful momentum!
"They are not enough to deal with you, but I have more than enough to deal with you!" The cold female voice echoed in the air, a woman in white fell from the sky, under the silver-white butterfly mask, there was cold eyes in her eyes, and the golden snowdrop on her chest Lifelike, snow-white dresses fluttered in the wind, as if an immortal had arrived.
Murong Tianchen saw this woman in white, and the golden snowdrop on her chest made him look down: "It's you, you didn't expect that you started to get involved in human affairs."
"Murong Tianchen, I just want to welcome the holy weapon. As long as you give it to me, I will not be against it, but will help you get rid of this traitor."
When Wo Buren heard the words of the woman in white, she was frightened and said anxiously: "Sir, you can't do this! Besides, you hurt Zi Moyan, Murong Tianchen will not let you go."
Murong Tianchen heard Wo Buren's words, her heart tightened, her head bowed nervously, and she looked at the person in her arms. The white face like a jade was paler than paper, and her thin lips were bloodless. There are some cracks. Her eyes were closed, she was exhausted, her beautiful eyebrows were raised slightly, and she seemed to endure some pain.
"Yaner, what's wrong with you? Was it hurt? Where is it uncomfortable?"
Lying silently in Murong Tianchen's arms, he heard his nervous voice, opened his tired eyes slightly, and ran into a pair of worried and disturbed eyes, and slowly extended his hand. He raised his frowning brows, calmed his anxiety and worry, and smiled softly: "I'm fine, Chen."