child does not speak

Chapter 97 Seriously Wounded

"Puchi..." Looking at Mo Ziyan with a serious expression, Jing Mingtai couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"What are you laughing at?" Mo Ziyan raised his eyes and glared at him, annoyed.

"Relax." Stretching out his hand to wrap him in his arms, Jing Mingtai kissed his forehead lightly, "Even if it takes my life, I will definitely protect you."

"What nonsense?" Mo Ziyan frowned slightly, disliking what he said. (What he didn't know was that this sentence was actually realized in the future)

"I'm talking nonsense, neither of us have a wedding night yet, how could I be willing to die."

"Stop talking nonsense! Talk about business." Looking up, Mo Ziyan pinched Jing Mingtai's face.

"Isn't what I said serious?"

Seeing the slightly deformed handsome face pinched by himself, a smile flashed in Mo Ziyan's eyes. Remembering the attitude of this man towards him at the beginning, he pinched a few more times with his hands, until his cheek was pinched. It's red before letting go.

And Jing Mingtai just looked at him with doting eyes and didn't resist, allowing him to do anything wrong with his handsome face.

"Fool." Seeing his indulgent behavior, Mo Ziyan turned his head and snorted coldly, with a strange tone.

"I am willing."

After only hiding for one night, Jing Mingtai and Jing Mingtai were caught by He Ling the next day.

"You guys know how to hide." Although his cultivation base was low, he hid under his nose for several hours.

"Why are you so aggressive?" Now that he was found, he didn't hide at all.

They didn't even know each other. Mo Ziyan was always curious about why this man insisted on being so aggressive.

"Everyone who is with him deserves to die." He was clearly answering Mo Ziyan, but his eyes were fixed on Jing Mingtai.

"I'm really wondering why you hate me." He could see the undisguised hatred in the other party's eyes clearly, but since he was a child, he didn't think he owed anything, because all the people who wanted to kill him were killed by him. Killed first!There will be no enemies there.

"You don't need to know." With a cold snort, He Ling raised his hand and several wind blades struck at the two of them.

"Shield" Jing Mingtai pinched Fa Jue in his hand, and a huge spiritual power shield appeared in front of the two of them.

"Overestimate one's strength." Slightly increased the strength, and the spiritual power shield instantly shattered.

When the spiritual power shield shattered, the two quickly hid.

"Shocking thunder" and Jing Mingtai also made a move instantly, and several lightning bolts struck He Ling immediately.

"Green entanglement." Mo Ziyan used wood-type magic to entangle the man's body with vines.

He Ling dodged to avoid the thunder at Jingming Terrace, but Mo Ziyan's vines accidentally entangled one hand, her eyes were slightly cold, her spiritual power shook, "broken", the vines shattered instantly.

At the same time, several wind blades flew towards Mo Ziyan.

Mo Ziyan managed to escape, but his clothes were cut in many places, and some of them were bleeding, obviously he was injured.

With both hands, a dozen or so water balls appeared in front of Mo Ziyan in a few breaths. Unless necessary, he would rarely show his spells other than wood in front of people, "Jingmingtai."

Jing Mingtai understood what he meant almost as soon as he saw the water polo, and moved his hands faster, "Thunder."

Water can conduct electricity, presumably Ziyan wanted water and lightning to cooperate with each other to exert greater power.

He Ling dodged their attacks by dodging, but Mo Ziyan didn't intend to use a few water polos to hurt him from the very beginning, but controlled the distance and height of the water polo distribution, and let out a light sigh when he felt it was feasible, " "Break", the moment the water polo broke, it was like a light rain, and the water and the lightning met in mid-air, it was like a collision, and the continuous rain was full of thunder and lightning.

Unexpectedly, He Ling, who did not expect them to strike like this, was unable to dodge in time, and some places on his body were hit by some rainwater, and there were waves of slight electric currents in the touched places.

"Heh." Although they had to admit that it was pretty good to be able to do this with their current cultivation base, but it would be a big mistake to think that this could hurt him.

He Ling shook her slightly numb hands, looked up at the two of them, there was no emotion at all on her handsome and fair face, and the hair on her temples was windless and automatic.

"Hmm..." A coercion from the soul suddenly hit the two of them. Mo Ziyan felt his soul tremble, and his body was suddenly breathless as if he was being crushed by a huge boulder. He was very powerless. I can't concentrate even if I want to use my spiritual power, and I can't raise my hands.

Mozi said so, Jing Mingtai is not much better!

This is the suppression of the realm!

"Look, you don't even have the strength to resist now." Looking coldly at the two people who looked uncomfortable, He Ling's words carried a hint of sarcasm.

Hearing this, Mo Ziyan couldn't help clenching his fingers tightly into fists.

It's like this again, being slaughtered without any power to fight back, this is what he hates the most in his life.

"Juexu..." Forced to concentrate and took out the Juexu Qin, Mo Ziyan raised his hand to touch the strings with great effort.

"Zheng" sounded the piano, turning into a series of attacks and attacking He Ling.

But He Ling snorted coldly, and easily deflected his attack when he raised his hand, and returned all of them.

"Ziyan." Jing Mingtai pulled Mo Ziyan behind him and stood in front of him alone.

"Pfft..." the spiritual power wall was broken, Jing Mingtai raised his hand to hold his chest, a mouthful of sweet blood gushed out, and the blood overflowed from the corner of his lips.

"Jing Mingtai?" In his impression, Jing Mingtai had never been so embarrassed. Looking at the upright figure in front of him, Mo Ziyan refused to bend even if he was injured.

"I'm fine." One hand was raised to wipe off the blood from his lips, while the other hand was pulled back to protect Mo Ziyan behind his back.

"You..." Seeing his movements, Mo Ziyan's eyes were slightly red. He had never felt the feeling of being protected by someone before. Now that he finally tasted it, his heart was sour and slightly sweet.

"It's really affectionate and righteous." However, this scene did not move He Ling's heart a little bit, but was filled with resentment instead.

He Ling's body moved slightly, and he shot again, he decided, he must torture this demon well, otherwise the hatred in his heart would be difficult to resolve.

Under absolute power, all resistance is futile.

His body was heavy, painful, and exhausted. This was the only feeling Jing Mingtai felt at this moment.

At this time, he was trapped in a circle of wind blades formed by spiritual power and could not take half a step. If he tried to walk out by force, he would be covered with scars from the fine and sharp wind blades.

And Mo Ziyan looked even more embarrassed. His clothes had been cut and tattered, and there was not a single piece of intact skin all over his body. The external injuries were serious, and the internal injuries were even more serious.

"I'll give you a chance. As long as you swear to sever ties with him now and never have any ties to him again, how about I let you go?" Looking at the mess in front of him, he never showed any cowardice or flinched. As Mo Ziyan spoke, He Ling felt a little bit of admiration in his heart.

After saying this, He Ling looked at Jing Mingtai, wanting to see what kind of expression he was in. Being abandoned by the one he loves must make him very painful, right?

In He Ling's heart, Mo Ziyan would never miss this opportunity, but the facts disappointed him.

"I refuse." Without any hesitation, Mo Ziyan answered him directly.

Jing Mingtai in the wind blade circle raised his lowered head suddenly after hearing these three words, and the smile on his lips gradually widened.

It's nice that you like me too.

"Why?" What's so good about the devil?It is worth a person's sacrifice like this, even at the expense of his own life.

"Oh, how pitiful." Mo Ziyan looked at He Ling and suddenly smiled, but the smile was extremely cold and sarcastic.

"What did you say?" He Ling opened her eyes slightly, her face gradually sank.

"I said you are so pitiful." Mo Ziyan was not afraid of his face at all, but looked into his eyes and said word by word.

From the very beginning, he felt that this man seemed very displeased with the intimacy and friendship between him and Jing Mingtai. Such a person either lacks love or is perverted!And in his feeling, men obviously belong to the first type of lack of love!Don't allow others to have what you don't have!Perhaps this man's temperament is also a little twisted!

"You're looking for death." He Ling had a serious face, every word seemed to be filled with great anger, and he slapped Mo Ziyan directly.

But obviously he was really angry.

Mo Ziyan's mocking tone and those clear and bright eyes seemed to be the hand that uncovered his scars, directly hitting his hidden thoughts, as if everything he did was so unbearable.

No, it's not like that...everything he did was for the sake of His Majesty, he was not at fault, and the one who was at fault was Jun Qing, that devil.

"Ahem..." His body was thrown halfway, Mo Ziyan curled his fingers, and tremblingly supported himself to get up, coughing, blood coughed out of his mouth uncontrollably, his blood-stained face turned pale.

He doesn't want to die!But now there is no opportunity to turn the situation around, and even Jing Mingtai himself cannot protect himself, let alone save him.

Is it really going to rest here today?I have been in Wuji Continent for so many years, but I don’t seem to have done anything... Thinking about it, I still feel a little unwilling...

"Now I'll send you on the road first, and I'll send your friend to accompany you later." He Ling walked towards Mo Ziyan, who was sitting up half-supported, with cold eyes. forming.

Mo Ziyan closed his eyes, even if he died, Mo Ziyan would never bow his head to anyone.

Jing Mingtai in the wind blade circle is not in a good situation at this time. The wind blade has cut countless wounds all over his body, but he still does not say a word, and walks out a little bit without shrinking, even for this reason. He is not afraid of scars, because the person he likes to care about is still waiting for him to save outside, and he must not fall down.

Every time Mo Ziyan was hurt, his heart trembled. There was unstoppable distress, hatred for He Ling, and resentment for himself. If he was stronger, how could there be such a scene today?After all, he is still not strong enough to protect the one he loves... He is really incompetent.

At this time, Mo Ziyan was seriously injured and fell to the ground, dying, which stimulated Jing Mingtai even more.

Looking at the person who usually loves to be neat and tidy is now in a mess and covered in blood, Jing Mingtai is burning with anger and murderous intent is raging, his dark eyes are stained with blood red color little by little, and a black air surrounds his whole body.

How dare he put himself on the tip of his heart to protect the one he loves?How dare?