Chapter 232: Show his true face

"Brother An Tong, go back, someone steals the sacrifice, hurry up." Feng Xi shouted quickly.
When An Tong heard it, he was furious: "What? There was such a thing? He stopped immediately, jumped off the carriage, and ran over with his sleeves up.
Feng Xi also jumped off the carriage, and then rushed over.
"You guilty ghost, don't see what this is and come to steal? Are you starving and reborn? See me not killing you!" An Tong stepped forward, grabbing him from behind After the collar, raised his fist and hit him twice.
The man's fluffy hair was tangled into a ball, but his figure was tall and upright, but his clothes were already worn out, he could not see the original material, and he was smelly.
Brother An Tong beat him and kicked him, but he seemed to be indifferent, still holding the braised pork tightly, and wanted to put it in his mouth.
Wrestling, the man turned over and showed his face.
Unfortunately, I still can't see clearly. The entire face is black, with only a pair of eyes as bright as stars, deep and charming, which is not particularly worthy of the whole body, but at the moment it is also blazing with flames.
But as soon as the man saw Feng Xi, his eyes flickered, and the flesh in his hand fell to the ground instantly.
"Phoenix dispensers, save me—"
The voice was low and dumb, and the lips were dry and cracked, so that Feng Xi could hardly hear what he was talking about.
"What are you talking about?" She couldn't help asking.
At the same time, he also raised his hand to stop Brother An Tong from kicking: "Okay, don't fight. Listen to what he said. I think, if you are not hungry, there is no way, and you will not steal the sacrifices to eat, are you afraid of being retaliated? "
When An Tong heard the words, he stopped immediately, with a tangled expression on his face.
Indeed, the taste of hunger is uncomfortable, and he has understood this feeling for many years. In an instant, An Tong brother glanced over a trace of sympathy.
"Who are you?" Feng Xi walked closer and squatted slightly.
When she saw these eyes, she seemed to have a familiar feeling.
"Phoenix, phoenix dispenser, save me—" The man repeated, this time perhaps pulling his throat as hard as he could, and finally hearing it better.
That's right, he recognized her and knew that he was the phoenix dispenser.
So, is it a person you know?
"You are--" Feng Xikui's brain flashed in a flash, and suddenly the scene of meeting Su Biluo on the road outside Yanjing City suddenly appeared.
I still remember when Su Biluo asked her to find someone.
Isn't it ...
Feng Xi was agitated suddenly, tentatively asked for a name, and even his voice was trembling
shaking: "Are you, are you Mo Ziqian? Are you General Moziqian?"
The tears in the man's eyes actually ran down, nodding hard.
Feng Xi was stunned: "God, how is this possible? How is it possible?"
Brother An Tong also widened his eyes in surprise: "This is General Mo that everyone has been looking for? Even the emperor has accused General Mo of looking for the world? Oh my ..."
He first covered his mouth in surprise
Pakistan, and then shouted again: "Wow, great! Phoenix shopkeeper, now we are rich! I think about it, how much is the reward on the emperor list? Fifty thousand two? Or one hundred thousand two? "
Feng Xi didn't seem to listen to Brother An Tong seriously, but he was not happy at all. Instead, he sighed two tears.
"What's going on? What happened? General Mo, how could you be like this?" Feng Xi couldn't imagine how majestic and handsome Mo Ziqian would become like this.
But Mo Ziqian didn't answer. He seemed to be speechless, and suddenly his eyes spouted a fiery red light, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh !!" he hugged himself in pain.
The voice was crying like a ghost, howling like a wolf, and so eerie, like the sound from the purgatory.
It can be seen that Mo Ziqian was extremely painful, and his entire body seemed to be burned by fire, constantly twisting, and even the facial features were twisted. One hand is either grabbing the soil on the ground, or pulling his hair, or he is holding his head and rolling in pain.
"What's the matter with you? Erxiong, what's wrong with you?" Feng Xi was taken aback and rushed up quickly, but he couldn't touch him at all. Instead, his long nails showed his hands.
"Don't go, Feng shopkeeper." Brother An Tong quickly pulled Feng Xi back.
But Fengxi struggled to go forward. She didn't know what could help Mo Ziqian. She just looked at him so painfully, constantly rolling and twisting, constantly hurting herself, and constantly wailing, and she couldn't bear it.
"Two sons, two sons ..."
Feng Xi shouted non-stop, but it was useless. When he shouted, his throat was dumb. Mo Ziqian suddenly stood up and passed out.
Feng Xi's call also stopped abruptly.
Brother An Tong let go of Fengxi's hand, and asked in a panic: "Is he dead?"
"You, you go and see--" Feng Xi was scared and pushed Brother An Tong forward.
Brother An Tong was brave and stepped forward. He reached out and sniffed his nose, and he was relieved instantly.
"Fortunately, I'm still angry and can live!" He turned his head and told the treasurer.
Feng Xi also relieved: "This is good. Brother An Tong, you come to help move it and move it to my house. My house is in Jiaolong Village. I will take you, hurry up!"
An Tong looked at his small body and said helplessly: "I know how fast, but can I lift it? He is so tall, he is fainted now, and heavier."
"Let me lift if I can't lift it. I'll help if it's a big deal!" Feng Xi went out and lifted his sleeves.
The two of them spent the effort of nine cattle and two tigers, and finally carried Mo Ziqian into the carriage.
Brother An Tong drove the carriage and ran to Jiaolong Village.
Under the guidance of Fengxi, the carriage was quickly parked in the courtyard of Fengxi's house.
Fengxi's house is not far from the village head, the house is not big and dilapidated, but it also has a decent yard. The fence is high enough to surround it, and it is covered with wisteria and green dill, and you can't usually see it inside.
Feng Xi immediately said to Brother An Tong: "I'm going to boil water now. Are you responsible for washing his body and hair, do you listen clearly?"
There is only one man, An Tong, and he is naturally responsible, so he should leave.
When Brother An Tong bathed Mo Ziqian, Feng Xi went out to buy vegetables and came back, and began to busy and cook for everyone.
After the food was ready, Feng Xi entered the house to call Brother An Tong to eat, she looked at the black son Qiang lying in a coma and couldn't help but sigh.
It really is him! A handsome face is impressive, how can it be forgotten?
But what exactly did he go through and why did it become like this? It is really puzzling.
"Phoenix dispensers, it doesn't matter how much you study there, let's eat first. After he wakes up, you have the energy to ask him clearly!" An Tong brother persuaded.
Feng Xi sighed softly and went to eat. However, after only a few bites, I put it down and stopped eating. Mo Ziqian hadn't woken up until now, which really worried her.
His lips were so dry, she hurried to get a glass of water, soaked it with a cloth, and then dipped his lips.