The soldier is a girl

Chapter 834 643: Thank you for your help

"Can't stay, kill." This kind of scum, Hibiscus, wants to kill every minute.

This kind of person must be killed, so what about the prince, anyway, this is a battlefield, and he is the one who committed suicide. He originally wanted to save the most to make him disabled, but obviously the trouble of killing him now is much less than the trouble left in the future. The pros and cons of what to choose are clear at a glance.

"Okay." Mo Ling gave a word directly, "You wait for me."

As soon as the words fell, the whole person flew out from behind the boulder, and directly beheaded and killed the man in black who was about to approach.

The job was preempted by Mo Ling, Mu Jin gritted her teeth, but she didn't listen to Mo Ling's words and obediently waited.

Instead, when everyone's eyes were attracted by Mo Ling, he quickly dodged from behind the boulder to behind the boulder near the edge of the cliff.

There is a thin gap in the mountain over there, and it is just right for a small person like her to go there, and the back of the mountain is a cliff, and the reason why Hibiscus detours here is because the road outside the mountain extends a foot wide. One foot wide, probably only enough for the hibiscus to move slowly against the mountain. If one accidentally fell down, there would be no bones left, especially after it rained just now, and it was slippery. Whether it is flat or steep, Mu Jin just took a look at this road when passing by, but did not take a closer look at it, but now he has to walk through it and go around to the back of Beitangxiao.

Although she is not seeking wealth, the reason is the same.

Guessing is definitely not the same as actually seeing the impact on a person.

But it doesn't matter, so what if it comes, he is not afraid of Bei Tang Xiao.

Thinking, Bei Tangxiao stepped on the chest of Mo Renyun who could hardly get up, and the tip of the sharp sword pointed directly at Mo Renyun's neck, the force was so strong that he could already see a touch of blood red.

"Mo Ling, you can catch him without a fight, or I'll kill this prince." Even though Mo Ling was besieged by a dozen men in black, Bei Tangxiao still felt a little uneasy, because Mo Ling was really too strong.

Mo Ling raised his sword and slaughtered a man in black, then looked at him extremely coldly, and said, "Thank you for your help."

What do you mean thank you for your help? These words are even more venomous than Xi Tingzun. It doesn't mean that you like to kill or not, but thank you for doing it for me and saving me from doing it myself.

Beitangxiao is not stupid, he understands the meaning very well, but he still doesn't believe it, fearing that Mo Ling is going to use tricks, "Mo Ling, you know, I, Beitangxiao, will do what I say, and I will really kill him." As he spoke, the sharp sword pierced Nama Renyun's neck a little more.

"Thank you for your help." Back to Beitangxiao, it was still these four words, and he was a little more impatient than before.This is what it means to be indifferent.

"Heh..." Bei Tangxiao sneered, and looked down at Mo Renyun, "You prince is really living a sad life, since he doesn't care about you, you don't care about me being cruel."

After all, Bei Tangxiao still doesn't quite believe Mo Ling's words, so no matter what he kills, he has to plunge his sword into Mo Renyun's neck with all his strength, but he doesn't want Mo Ren who was like a dead fish just now Yun suddenly charged up and pushed away the sharp sword across his neck with his hands, and rolled to the side vigorously, his hands were already bloody and bones were visible because of pushing the sword with his accumulated strength, but this was everything to Mo Renyun. Nothing is as important as his being alive.

The reason why he let Bei Tangxiao step on him and poke him with his sword just now was nothing more than waiting for this charged blow. He never expected Mo Ling to save him, but he just wanted to drag him out as a backup. He believed that in Bei Tangxiao's eyes, Mo Ling was much more important than him.

(End of this chapter)