martial arts mythology system

Chapter 293 New Years
At the end of the year, the splendid fireworks are like a painting of a flourishing age.

A sword pierced through the chest, piercing the heart and lungs, splashing blood...

Falling to the ground slumped, his frail body clinging to the cold ground, as if his soul had been pulled away...

Mo Zongan rushed towards Su Can, feeling a suffocating pain for the second time in his life.

The last time was when the concubine passed away.

Kneeling down in front of Su Can, Mo Zhonggan felt tears flowing uncontrollably...

"Brother Su, don't die... Help, someone! Help him!"

The killer leader withdrew his palm and withdrew his palm strength. He saw the scene in his eyes, but his expression was still indifferent, and he said lightly:

"Poor man was once a generation of heroes..."

Then he cast a look at the killer's subordinates, and the six black-robed killers were about to step forward to take Mo Zhonggan away.

Mo Zhongqian just looked at Su Can's bloody face and wanted to speak, knelt on the ground and hugged him tightly, silent...

"Your Highness!"

The two royal guards saw all this and wanted to rush to the rescue, but they were stubbornly delayed and could not leave.

Mo Zhongqian seemed unaware of the killer's approach, holding Su Can's gradually cooling body, tears streaming down his face.

Su Can's chest was pierced by the blade, and it was difficult to speak, as if he had exhausted all his strength, and tugged on Mo Zhonggan's sleeve...

"Silly boy, run away..."

"I do not go!"

Mo Zhonggan couldn't stop crying, and answered decisively:

"Today we will die together!"

The killer leader snorted coldly, raised his palm, and a wave of suction spread to Mo Zhonggan.

"Today, your life and death are not up to you."

Mo Zhongqian suddenly felt his body was out of control, being pulled by an inexplicable force.

Trying to resist, but unable to resist...

Slowly, it will be ripped apart.

At this time, a stream of silver-white ink and ink manifested in the alley.

"His Royal Highness, Prince Li, can't tolerate his own life and death on the land of Li Country?"

The strong palm energy manifested out of thin air, and the six killers were swept away with a pure palm, and Han Feng in white robe appeared in the alley.

However, Mo Zhongqian suddenly seemed to have grasped the straw to save his life, and shouted loudly to Han Feng who appeared:
"Master Han, help! Help Brother Su!"

Han Feng glanced at it, thinking to himself... If I was rescued, wouldn't this script be scrapped?
With a thought, the real fantasy ability is urged again... The leader of the black-robed killer who looks like Bu Jingyun raised his palm high, and slapped Han Feng awe-inspiringly.

The cloud-like wave of palm energy came surging, which made Han Feng "have to" resist it with all his concentration.

The fists and palms staggered, and the internal forces collided, causing the entire alley to vibrate.

In this way, the battlefield in the alley was divided into two ends... On this side, Han Feng fought seven against one, and on the other side, the two royal guards also fought desperately with three killers.

And Mo Zhonggan would be in the middle of the battlefield, holding Su Can's broken body.

"Brother Su...I'm sorry..."

Su Can's chest was pierced by the blade, and he was already breathing more air than exhaling, so he raised his hand tremblingly, and put it on Mo Zhonggan's shoulder.

"Stinky boy...why are you crying, I don't have long to live, so...it makes me feel happier..."

"No, you are..."

Mo Zhonggan wanted to refute and say something, but looked at Su Can's blood-stained face, but was so choked up that he couldn't speak, his tears were low, and he could only murmur:

"sorry Sorry……"

Mo Zhongqian remembered that he had just been chased and killed by Taichu Dao and was beaten to the ground by a vicious beggar. It was this thin and unattractive man who saved him... He gave himself food and took care of himself without any request ...

I don't even know why I can get these cares.

"Brother Su, I don't deserve you to do this for me..."

Su Can grinned, moved slightly, put his hand on Mo Zhonggan's face, and wiped Mo Zhonggan's face with his thumb, leaving a blood-red mark.

"Silly boy, don't cry..."

Take a breath.

"Do you know why I wanted to protect you as soon as I saw you?"

Mo Zhonggan couldn't stop crying at all, choked with sobs and shook his head.

"It's because of your eyes, this kind of stubbornness is like seeing myself..."

Speaking of this, Su Can actually gained some strength, and said a little loudly as if returning to the light:

"I, I regret that I took the wrong path when I was young, and I only ended up here. I hope you...don't think like me..."

"You have to remember what I said, to be a good person, to be strong...to work hard...do you know that?"

The voice of this exhortation was somewhat harsh.

Mo Zhonggan just kept crying and nodded heavily.

"Brother Su, don't die... I can't do well, I'm a bastard, can you teach me!"

"Ha, what I told you these days is all the truths I understand... You are a prince, and someone better will teach you... You can't forget, you promised me... Be kind To be a good person, to be an excellent person...you swear, otherwise I will not be able to rest in peace..."

Crying, Mo Zongan raised up three fingers, and said intermittently with tears in his eyes:

"I don't want to swear that I will be a good person...Brother Su, I swear, you hold on, the people from the Xuanjian Division have arrived, and they will save you!"

"Hey," Su Can smiled miserably, "My own body knows it. Why do you think I know martial arts and still live on the streets? Of course something went wrong... It's good to die now, so as not to suffer... I just don't care about you... ..."

"That's right!" Mo Zhonggan increased his voice, "You don't want to die!"

"Stinky boy, don't cry, remember...you are a very good child...don't forget to promise..."

Without saying a word, his arm dropped and hit the broken stone slab...

The body is getting colder and colder.

The fireworks in the sky are still exploding brightly and dazzlingly.

Mo Zhonggan opened his mouth but couldn't cry out, and the tears also flowed dry...

……

Han Feng saw that the shocking education was almost done, and his internal skills were running.

The chaos in the alley finally came to an end.

Han Feng palmed the killer leader he had transformed into, and with a sudden movement of energy, he knocked him into the air.

With a cold snort, he moved Bing Jin in his palm.

The seven killers were repelled, covered in frost.

"withdraw!"

The killer leader made a decisive decision and led the crowd to evacuate.

The three killers on the other side also left.

After running out of this street, Han Feng dispersed his support, and a total of ten killers dissipated into the air like ink.

It is really difficult to maintain this level of real illusion. Fortunately, Han Feng's brand-new martial arts are supported by the endless yin and yang skills.

The illusory battle is over...

Hearing that there was a battle here, the Xuanjian Division and the Patrol Division who patrolled the city finally rushed over.

Seeing Han Feng here, they all bowed and saluted.

Han Feng nodded, knowing that Mo Zhongqian had suffered a lot and needed to rest for a while, so he ordered:
"The third prince was frightened just now, take him back to the Xuanjian Division and settle him well..."

He looked at Su Can's "body" again.

"The body of this warrior...take it to the Yizhuang in the city and place it..."

The guards were ordered to help Mo Zhonggan up, and also took Su Can's "body" away.

Mo Zhonggan was completely lost and lonely, but he didn't say a word.

Two guards in black followed closely behind Mo Zhonggan, also silent.

People leave.

Han Feng stood alone in the alley, sighed, and didn't know if it was right for him to treat a child like this... But it was really interesting~

Thinking so badly, Han Feng walked out of the alley.

After the New Year's Eve is over, I feel a little lonely...

Looking up at the fireworks that are constantly rising into the sky, wandering in the street, I don't know the direction of coming and going.

It's just that it's Chinese New Year after all, and I feel homesick...

Suddenly, Qingyue's girl's voice sounded from the street.

"On Chinese New Year's Eve, why is Mr. Han still wandering in the street?"

Han Feng raised his head, and there was a girl in a bright red dress standing across the street with her hands behind her back, smiling.

(End of this chapter)