Chapter 638

Originally, he didn't want to be shameless with the Wu family, so he had a good sense of propriety and avoided the two people's key points. Even though they were so fierce and fearless of death, if they dragged on like this, Mo Yanhong would be furious, so he didn't care to show mercy to the Wu family.

His situation is different from that of Dai Songling. Dai Songling is just a steward hired by the Mo family. As soon as the contract arrives, he will be free again. He should think about everything for the future. He is the Minister of the Mo family for generations. If he makes the little master unhappy, there is no need to say anything. After that, Mo Yanhong kills him in a rage, and he can only admit his life.

Hearing his order, the other guards' faces were full of murderous air.

"Don't worry, don't worry. I haven't seen enough of it. First, I'll play slowly and make them exhausted. Then I'll clean them up." Mo Yanhong waved his hand and looked at Mu Cheng and Wu Qiyun with cat and mouse eyes. He said with a smile.

It was the first time that he suffered from this kind of loss when he grew up. He had to swallow his anger when several of his subordinates were cut off. His inexplicable timidity in the face of the cold smoke made him feel ashamed.

It's too cheap to kill Mucheng and Wu Qiyun. He has to torture them slowly, humiliate them slowly, and trample them under his feet. Only in this way can he vent his hatred.

Moreover, mu Hanyan didn't show up now, mostly because he was afraid of Dai Songling's strength and didn't dare to show up in the room. Then, in front of him, trample his servants, let him taste the taste of fear. Maybe seeing his own means, the guy will be scared to pee his pants, and he may not even say so.

Hey hey, YY is shivering in the cold smoke, hiding in the room and peeping out. Mo Yanhong can't help laughing.

After listening to his instructions, the guards were not in a hurry. They surrounded Mucheng and Wu Qiyun. Their swords avoided the key points and stabbed them for a moment.

Clothes, imperceptibly soaked by blood, the energy in the body, also in the rapid consumption, Mucheng and Wu Qiyun two people are pale, holding the sword hand is also more and more weak, numb legs seem to have not belong to themselves, constantly shaking.

Mu Hanyan hasn't come out yet. He certainly hasn't been able to tide over the crisis, but Yan Yuchu hasn't appeared at the beginning of the day, and is probably on the verge of breakthrough.

Alas, how can they rush to break through the bottleneck at the same time? Mu Cheng and Wu Qiyun cry bitterly in their hearts, but they can't help insisting.

In front of me, the light of sword suddenly flashed. The guard on the opposite side may have overestimated Wu Qiyun's state at this time and stabbed him to the heart. This sword is not fast and has little strength. According to the previous situation, Wu Qiyun could have blocked it. However, after such a long bloody battle, they were already at the end of a crossbow and their consciousness was a little vague.

Wu Qiyun didn't respond to the sword that stabbed him.

"Be careful." Mucheng forcibly brings up a trace of strength, and bumps Wu Qiyun out with one step. And the blade that should have stabbed Wu Qi's heart also stabbed him on the shoulder.

"Choking!" The sword fell to the ground, and Mu Cheng fell to the ground.

Wu Qiyun was hit by him and never got up again.

Both of them have tried their best to exhaust their last strength.

"I thought you'd be able to make it to what time. It's really disappointing that you can't get up so soon." Mo Yanhong stepped forward, grinning and stepping on Mucheng's injured shoulder.

The fresh blood gushed out like a fountain.

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