"I've heard people say that a person is mortal, or he is lighter than a feather, or heavier than Mount Tai..." The corner of Mo Jinlan's lips curled into a mocking smile: "You people, one death is enough. If you die a pair, I earn one with my life, we Mohist sons and daughters are strong and strong, and we have never been afraid of life and death."
Even if he dies here today, he is worthy of the teachings of his brother and Gong Su all his life.
That's why one knows how to protect the world, and then knows how to protect the country. Those who protect the country are their rulers and ministers, and those who eat meat seek it out. Those who protect the world are as cheap as a common man, and have no responsibility for it.
When the samurai sword came across, Mo Jinlan leaned back, held the short knife to block, and rolled over from the horse's back...
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The sound of horseshoes sounded and passed by.
Yun Liu's voice was anxious and anxious: "Miss, Miss..."
"Yun Liu, I'm here!" Mo Lingwei, who climbed up from the ditch with difficulty, inserted her fingers into the muddy ground and shouted with all her strength.
The guards of the Feng family who were scattered behind stopped their horses and stopped: "Young madam, I have found your young madam!"
Yun Liu turned around, galloped to Mo Lingwei's side, and picked up the embarrassed Mo Lingwei from the muddy water: "Eldest Miss, why did you become like this, where is Second Miss?"
"Go and save Jinlan, hurry up, she's going up that trail." Mo Lingwei pointed to a weedy and deserted trail, anxiously: "Go and save her, hurry up!"
The guards of the Feng family left a few people in place, and the rest rushed over immediately on horseback.
Yun Liu carried Mo Lingwei onto the horse, and the two rushed towards the direction where Mo Jinlan left.
At the end of the road, the guards stabbed the long knife into the body of the last oriental samurai, and Mo Jinlan, with his clothes torn, fell on the sharp stones.
Bright red blood gushed out around her body, and was quickly washed away by the downpour of rain.
Mo Lingwei fell off the horse, screaming and rushed towards the broken figure.
"Jinlan, Jinlan." Mo Lingwei carefully picked her up and held her in his arms, as if hugging a broken porcelain doll, "Jinlan, how are you? I'll take you back for treatment."
Mo Jinlan opened his eyes, the corners of his pale lips trembling slightly, looked straight at Mo Lingwei, and suddenly laughed: "Why are you crying? Didn't you say that people are mortal? Either lighter than a feather, or heavier than Taishan, I am not ashamed of my brother."
Yun Liuban knelt beside the two of them, raised his sleeves to shield them from the dripping rain
Mo Lingwei's eyes were red, and hot tears rolled down, dripping on the corner of Mo Jinlan's lips, she went to hold Mo Jinlan's hand: "I will heal you, I will definitely heal you."
But the moment her fingertips touched Mo Jinlan's fingers, her whole body froze. Mo Lingwei's eyes slowly moved towards Mo Jinlan's hands, but she saw that one of her hands was twisted to an unbelievable degree. , the other hand, but the finger bones were broken by the sharp hammer, and it collapsed limply into a pool of lifeless dead flesh, with broken finger bones sandwiched in the flesh.
"Jinlan..." Mo Lingwei reached out to roll up her cuff, but was stopped by Mo Jinlan.
"Don't touch me, it hurts when you move." Mo Jinlan took a breath, and blood froth gushed out of his mouth: "There are some words that I have kept in my heart for a long time, and I have never found a chance to say them.
If I don't tell you again, I will never be able to say it again in my life. "
She looked at Mo Lingwei, tears rolled down her eyes, "I'm sorry for Chu Yunyao, please say sorry to her for me, after I die..."
"You won't die." Mo Lingwei burst into tears: "I never thought of letting you die, you live well, and go find my sister-in-law to atone for your sins."