Chapter 72

The car rolled three or four times before it stopped rolling. In the car, Xu Tianqiu and Mo said hello. Both of them were tied with safety belts, and the pop-up airbags had a great protective effect. Except for a few bumps, they were not in danger.

This dangerous situation happened so suddenly that there was no chance for Mo Wen and Xu Tianqiu to react.

When Mo Wen and Xu Tianqiu climbed out of the car, several strong figures appeared not far away.

Under the setting sun, these four or five strong men are all Westerners. Westerners are so arrogant in China. Under the setting sun at the moment, they seem very strange. Under the fierce faces with boundless coldness, they are full of murderous spirit.

One of them was dressed in a black suit, tightly wrapped with strong muscles, and the chest muscles showed his explosive power.

Was he the one who overturned the car just now?

Mo Wen got up from the ground and stood by Xu Tianqiu with an ominous premonition in his heart.

Those who come are not good. They should come from the blood clan.

After Lisa talked that night, Mo Wen knew that she would face such a day sooner or later, but she didn't expect to come so soon.

No matter whether these people are from the dark race or from other forces, there is only one thing to consider now, that is to meet the enemy.

It may be a mistake for Xu Tianqiu to come to LAN Xiaofeng today. Anyone who is close to LAN Xiaofeng may attract LAN Zhendong's attention. Because of this, Mo wants to find some clues about her parents. This is why she approaches LAN Xiaofeng as her father's friend.

Mo Wen has reason to believe that if he did not know the identity of LAN Xiaofeng, then LAN Zhendong would not be so anxious to assassinate him.

As for why LAN Zhendong wanted to kill him, don't ask.

That's because of Mo Wen's identity, Ling Fei's son.

A strong man stepped forward, two white blades suddenly appeared in his hands, reflecting the cold light in the setting sun.

Don't ask if he didn't retreat. What has been captured in his mind.

Turning his head, Mo Wen looks at Xu Tianqiu with an apologetic look.

"Brother Xu, it seems that I've implicated you today!"

"It's also a great pleasure for brothers to fight side by side. Hey hey... Don't say those disgusting words! Even if I die, I will be accompanied by my brother... I hope Tianqiu is not alone! " Xu Tianqiu did not step back, but calmly looked at these people in front of him.

Soon, these four or five people have shown their weapons. The man in black, who is the leader, looks much stronger.

"Brother Xu, leave quickly, go to my aunt and tell him about me..." Mo Wen shouts to Xu Tianqiu.

"Brother, you want me to leave you alone? This... I can't do it... "Xu Tianqiu said, shaking his head.

"Don't be silly. None of us is their opponent. Hurry up... If we all die, who will take revenge for us? Quick... Go... "Don't ask. In a hurry, at the foot, the whole person jumped up. At the moment of his landing, he picked up Xu Tianqiu and threw him out more than ten meters.

Seeing this, the strong men surrounded Mo Wen, as if their goal was mo Wen. They didn't care about Xu Tianqiu's leaving.

After a short period of bewilderment and loss, Mo Wen has recovered calm. He clenches his hands and calmly faces everything in front of him.

In Mo Wen's mind, mother's identity is mysterious, weird and dark. But only the real dark race knows how many tests of life and death they have to face in their life. Moreover, once exposed, the only end is to throw the corpse in the wilderness. No one will collect the corpse for you, no one will set up a grave for you, and no one will worship for you.

Don't ask, since the day you left Dashan, you have been psychologically prepared, but you haven't seen your parents yet, and you have an unfinished regret.

For the sake of parents, death is inevitable.

"If you do it yourself, you won't suffer any more." The man in black spoke faintly, with boundless conceit in his tone.

"Oh? Can I have sex? Did I hear you right? Ha ha... "Don't ask and laugh.

"You are not our opponent, for you, it is a kind of respect!" The man in black looked at Mo and said.

"I think you're wrong. If I try my best, I'm afraid you'll die..." Mo Wen said, biting his teeth and staring coldly at the five strong men in front of him.

After listening to Mo Wen, the man in black laughed and said, "Mo Wen, are you a three-year-old? Isn't that naive? If we can stop you here today, we won't let you leave alive! Do you think you can survive? "

"Is that what LAN Zhendong means, or what Ling means?" Don't frown.

"What do you think?" The man in black's face twitched for a while and seemed to be disgusted with Mo Wen's words.

There was no fear of death for Mo Wen, but he was unwilling to die like this. There was a little reluctance and anger on his handsome face. Between the clenched fists, a red light flashed, and he said fiercely: "if you want the young master's life, it depends on whether you have that ability."

The man in black didn't speak. He just waved his hand. The strong man around Mo asked quickly.

Mo Wen also did not speak, cold eyes looking at all this, he also moved in an instant, this is his first time to face the test of life and death, if you can get away with it this time, all of you will die.

At this time, Mo Wen's Qi and blood were surging, his eyes were red, and he was staring at the strong men who came towards him.

Mo Wen's actual combat experience is poor. In the face of four strong men attacking together, he seems to be a little weak.

When he was close to one of the strong men, a sharp knife had already arrived in front of him. In an instant, Mo Wen's eyes were blooming with several beautiful blood flowers, just like petals blooming in front of him.

Then I felt a sharp pain in my shoulder, and then I felt a wet face. The blood in the air splashed on my face.

In an instant, Mo Wen stayed there, then turned his head rigidly, and saw that his shoulder had been cut out, and his mouth was bloodshot. He couldn't believe it. He even hung the color with one move. After a few seconds, Mo Wen frowned and looked at the strong man who had cut himself in front of him.

"You people have to die..." Mo asked reluctantly, raised his head and roared, which attracted all the people's attention.

Then he saw that Mo Wen's hands were as tight as a promise, and sealed Xue's way to stop bleeding.

Then don't ask to feel my eyes gradually red flash, covered with a layer of light red fog.

Mo Wen has never been so angry as today. Since he is going to die, there are only a few people on his back. Mo Wen looks up at the sky and yells, "you bastard, I will let you all die in my hands! No one left... "

Mo Wen's voice is like a shrill Nighthawk, cold and helpless, and like a wounded beast, helpless, hesitating, with a little determination.

The four or five manors were all shocked by Mo Wen's shrill roar.

As if to see nine hell, cold boundless.

Maybe it's because of being hurt and being too excited. Don't ask. You can't help spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Then he raised his head and stared at the strong men in front of him. He chanted angrily and rushed out.

Never, never so fast. Anger made him burst out with all his abilities. Like the lightning, he rushed to the strong man who just cut him.