Lord please be gentle

Chapter 63 Chapter 67
Xiao Mei pounced on Jun Moxin, like a moth plunging into a flame without hesitation.

But Jun Moxin didn't intend to die with her, he didn't dodge, just raised his finger lightly, and she was frozen.

The mind is clear, but the body is numb and unable to move.Xiao Mei burst into tears again, looking at him resentfully.She just wanted to hug him and die together. Could it be that he wouldn't even help her realize her last wish?

Jun Moxin slowly closed his eyes, and while holding his breath, his body, which was as hot as a branding iron, slowly dimmed, like a embers of a fire, gradually extinguished.

Fortunately, otherwise Xiao Mei wouldn't be able to last long even if she didn't touch his body.The sealed gas mask can't emit heat, Xiao Mei has long been sweating profusely and her mouth is dry, if Jun Moxin's body temperature can't be lowered, she won't be able to pass out from the heat without using a cup of tea.

Wu He outside sensed something was wrong, the insolent smile on his face slowly disappeared, and he couldn't help frowning.He has absolutely no control over this nephew.Jun Mo's heart is deep and wise, and it's not easy to subdue him.

Based on Wu He's understanding of Jun Moxin, Jun Moxin's deep inner strength will never last for such a short time.But Jun Mo's heart suddenly died down, and there must be fraud in it.

At the same time, Wuhe felt a little palpitated.Jun Mo's heart was poisoned by heat, and it was rare for him to be able to endure such a long time without being possessed.Could it be that he has improved a level compared to 17 years ago?
Everyone fell silent, looking at the man with long hair and white robes, waiting for him to exhaust the last of his inner strength and become mad.

It's easier to deal with a monster who loses his mind than a monster with a clear mind.

With the passage of time, Wu He suddenly came to his senses, and lost his voice: "Not good!"

Song Xiangren and Zhuo Ke who were standing beside him hurriedly asked, "Why did the Taoist priest say that?"

"Jun Moxin might be using stellar energy to protect his body, while expelling poison and healing his wounds!" Wu He suddenly became anxious, gearing up and fidgeting. "If that's the case, when he gets rid of the heat and poison, wouldn't it be impossible for us to escape the clutches of the clutches, and the entire army will be wiped out!"

Even though Jun Moxin, who has been poisoned by heat, is so difficult to deal with, if the heat poison is expelled, wouldn't it be like a dragon entering the sea, invincible!
Song Xiangren was stunned, and hurriedly said: "We can't just wait for death, we have to think of a way!"

"It's difficult!" Wu He patted his forehead like ants on a hot pot.Success or failure depends on one action, how can he not be in a hurry.Looking at the stellar hood covering Jun Mo's heart, he was really helpless: "Unless..."

"Unless what?" Zhuo Ke touched the scar on his mouth with hideous eyes. "As long as I can kill Jun Moxin, my subordinates are willing to do anything!"

"Hmph," Wu He snorted coldly with disdain: "Even if you are smashed to pieces, you can't do anything to him!"

Being robbed, Zhuo Ke stepped back angrily, cursing the old man in his heart, what a big deal, as long as you have some skills, you will not be helpless with the surname Jun, you just know how to show off in front of us and so on.

Song Xiangren has a higher official position and a deeper city mansion, so he can hold his breath.In the face of Wu He's contempt, he didn't seem to care, and he put on a smile and said: "If the Taoist priest has any magic tricks, you might as well tell them. Although we are useless, but as the saying goes, three cobblers are better than Zhuge Liang, and maybe you can think of cracking it." What's the way!"

Facing the steps given by Song Xiangren, Wu He was very angry: "Unless there is a master who can match Jun Mo's inner strength and break his qi shield, then we can attack!"

I see!Song Xiangren understood it, and couldn't help but feel a little frustrated—where can he find a master who can match Jun Moxin!
However, Zhuo Ke had been holding back his anger for a long time, and would not let it go when he got an opportunity: "Yo, Daoist Qingfeng is an expert outside the world, why can't he rival Jun Moxin! According to his seniority, the Daoist is him My little uncle! Could it be that he is not as good as a junior!"

"Fart! Pindao suffered a serious internal injury, otherwise why would he be afraid of a junior!" Wu He almost jumped up as if being stabbed by a needle.

Zhuo Ke is not stupid, he quickly stepped back a few steps, but his mouth was unrelenting: "Master Qingfeng can't even beat his nephew, don't get angry and use yourself to get angry! If it reaches the regent Prince Jiu In Chitose's ears, it would be detrimental to the Taoist priest's reputation!"

"Presumptuous, you dare to talk nonsense in front of the Taoist priest, and if it reaches the ears of the prince, you don't want to live!" Song Xiangren scolded Zhuo Ke, took another step forward, and apologized to Wuhe: "The Taoist priest You're an immortal, so don't argue with an ignorant junior. Right now, I'd better think of a way to lower Jun Mo's heart!"

Wu He has always thought highly of himself, how can he bear being humiliated by Zhuo Ke in public at this time, if he doesn't kill someone to stand up, he will vomit blood.But Zhuo Ke had been on guard for a long time and hid behind a few guards.It's easy for him to kill him, but it's hard to avoid being ridiculed under the watchful eyes of everyone.

He swallowed a mouthful of bad breath and decided to take revenge for this humiliation in the future.With a flick of the whisk, he approached Jun Moxin again.

Inside the qi mask, Jun Moxin's body recovered at an incredible speed. In less than half a cup of tea, his skin color was no different from that of a normal person, and the terrible burning had stopped.

It turned out that Jun Moxin did not seek his own death.He is well aware of the consequences of being burned by the flames, so he has chosen the timing very well.Before the high temperature caused irreversible damage to his body, he stopped the damage in time and returned to normal temperature.

In other words, the high temperature of the flames just now was even within the limit that Jun Moxin's body could bear.

Thinking of this, Wu He was even more startled.Such a high level of cultivation of Jun Moxin seems to have surpassed Yuan Zun's saint back then, it is unfathomable and unheard of.

If Jun Moxin escaped this catastrophe, Wu He really couldn't think of anyone else in the world who could restrain him.

Wu He was already wounded and had lost a lot of blood, so it was really inappropriate to use force to attack at this time.But the cruel reality forced him to fight with his back.

With a flick of the fly whisk, Wuhe decided to give it a try.

Taking a deep breath, the internal force was transported to the dust whisk, and thousands of dust whisks sprang up like sharp needles, and then ruthlessly poked at the bloody gas mask.

"Break!" Wu He concentrated all his strength on the fly whisk, and used all his strength to poke at the gas shield.He took a gamble, betting that the qi shield at this time was weaker than the defense just now - because Jun Moxin had to be distracted to detoxify and heal his wounds, which was naturally different from concentrating on defense.

"Crack!" A crack appeared in the seemingly indestructible gas shield, which was slowly cracking as the sharp dust whisk pierced through it.

Wu He was overjoyed, his calculation was completely correct!At this time, the qi shield is indeed weaker and easier to attack than before.It's just that he tried his best, but the whisk that was slowly piercing in encountered huge resistance.Every time he stabbed, it seemed as if a huge wave surged against his chest, his blood was surging, and it was almost impossible to suppress the blood that would spurt out at any time.

"Ah, there is a crack in the ghost cover!" A soldier in the army exclaimed.

"Daoist Qingfeng is indeed an unparalleled master in the world!"

"The cover is about to break!"

Seeing that Wuhe's forehead was bulging with blue veins, his face was ferocious, and he looked a little powerless, as if he needed help, hesitantly looked at Lieutenant Zhuo Ke and Commander Song Xiangren.

"Vice General Zhuo, do you want me to help Daoist Master Qingfeng!" A commander asked clearly.

"Fuck you!" Zhuo Ke kicked the commander-in-chief angrily, and reprimanded him with his eyes wide open, "Daoist Qingfeng's martial arts skills are world-class, you are not even worthy to carry his shoes! You don't even know how to live or die at such a critical moment." If something goes wrong and the thief escapes, can you bear the responsibility?"

When the commander heard that he was very frightened, he quickly retreated obediently, and did not dare to say anything like stepping forward to help.

Song Xiangren stroked his beard, with a gloomy expression, and did not speak, apparently acquiescing to Zhuo Ke's intention and not stepping forward to help.

In fact, anyone with a discerning eye can see that Wu He is in urgent need of help at this time, but most of the generals in the army have disliked Wu He's frivolity for a long time.Especially Zhuo Ke is Song Xiangren's confidant, and Wu He tramples on him lightly, clearly beating a dog without looking at his master's face.Even though Song Xiangren is deep in the city, he can't see any dissatisfaction with Wuhe on the surface, but the grievances in his heart are very deep.

Therefore, he pretended not to understand, let Zhuo Ke arrange, and did not order anyone to help Wuhe.

Wu He was about to vomit blood, but no one came to help him. The whisk that stabbed him was as heavy as a thousand-year-old tree. He was exhausted every time he stabbed, and finally exhausted. He was hit by the huge rebound force, and his whole body was crushed. The bullet flew out, fell heavily to the ground, vomited blood, rolled his eyes, and passed out on the spot.

This result may be within the expectations of Song Xiangren and Zhuo Ke, and they finally hurt Wu He by this. They couldn't help but feel very proud.What surprised them even more was that with Wu He's fall to the ground, the stellar hood covering Jun Mo's heart disappeared!

Maybe it was Wu He who broke the qi shield desperately, or maybe Jun Moxin was exhausted in the process of fighting against Wu He. Jun Moxin who lost the qi hood is like a beast whose fangs and claws have been pulled out. Facing the siege of thousands of troops, the only thing waiting for him is the fate of being captured.

(End of this chapter)