MTL - Murdering Heaven Edge-Chapter 27 My name is Lin Bai.

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Chu Mo’s eyes are a bit red!

The pure nephew of the boy... a **** color!

Between Daqi and Daxia, these years, although there seems to be no big war on the surface.

However, in reality, there are often large-scale military personnel who turn into small-scale robbers and carry out various intrusions against the people on the Daxia border.

Chu Mo once went to a village with a grandfather and a robber who was formed by a large Qi soldiers.

That small village, the whole village up and down, more than 500 people, there are three live mouths!

It was three children. When the enemy entered the village, they were hidden by their parents in a dry well in their backyard, and then covered with a firewood cover.

However, at that time, when Grandpa was entering the village, he heard the weak crying of the children in the dry well. I am afraid that the children will eventually escape.

Because they can't climb up at all!

These things have caused a great psychological impact on the young Chu Mo at that time.

In the heart, the soldiers of the big Qi have already buried a seed of hatred.

Because killing is not as simple as imagined.

Chu Mo is not a murderer.

The other party is not the lamb to be slaughtered!

At this time, Chu Mo has regarded this place as a real battlefield!

There is only one thought left in his heart, only one word: kill!

In the knife light, those knights seem to be vulnerable in front of Chu Mo.

Chu Mo's practice is also more and more pure in this kind of battle, and his body shape is shocking.

Almost one knife, the knights are fallen.

Even Geerza, who also entered the realm of the Yuanguan, is not an opponent of Chu Mo.

Perhaps because of the death of his younger brother, he has dealt too much against him; perhaps it is the practice of Chu Mo's cultivation, which is stronger than him. In just five rounds, Chu Mo hits his chest and punches. A blood was taken and fell from the horse.

Chu Mo did not hesitate, and the knife in his hand was lifted high.

In the twilight, the sharp blade flashed with icy light.

"Little hero, let him live for a while!" A knight who was next to Princess Nayi shouted: "He is still useful!"

Chu Mo’s mind was sober, the blood in a pair of scorpions gradually receded, fell to the ground, looked desperate, stared at his Geerza, spit at the place: "What I hate most is you. a seller who is looking for a glory!"

Said, pinning the sharp knife in his hand, nailed to Gerza's head, only a little distance from his face.

Gerza screamed and fainted.

"waste!"

Chu Mo sneaked a sentence, then did not return, heading toward the small lake. He was splashed with a lot of blood on his body, and the thick **** smell made him very uncomfortable, ready to wash his blood.

When Princess Nayi and his bodyguards rushed here, they were all stunned. Dozens of chasing soldiers were all killed on the spot, and almost every one... was a deadly knife!

These are all elite knights in the Prairie Kings Court!

Although they rebelled against Wang Ting and voted for Daqi, no one would deny their strength.

Otherwise, how can they be so embarrassed when they are like them?

But in front of this boy, it turned out to be a knife, like cutting vegetables and cutting vegetables, all killed!

Even if Nai and others hated these traitors in their hearts, at the moment, looking at the back of the boy who walked toward the lake, all eyes were full of awe.

A middle-aged man in his forties, dressed as a scribe, looks like a big summer man, looks like a prairie, and has obvious differences. Other knights also respect him.

He walked over to Princess Nayi and said softly: "This person, we must keep it!"

"He is related to our success in regaining the court!"

"If he is willing to help us, our winning percentage will increase by 30%!"

"Maybe, the elders of the month will also send troops to help us!"

Princess Nayi nodded, and there was still a shocking color in a pair of stars. She nodded. "But, he is such a skill... Let's keep people now?"

The middle-aged scribe saw a look at Nai, thought about it, and then said: "I see this boy, full of sense of justice, or will never help us."

"I will try it first, then, look at it... what he wants!" The middle-aged man said, and looked at Nayi again, and he stopped talking.

Nayi glanced at the teenager who had already walked to the lake, and then whispered: "Uncle Pang, if you have something, just say it. Now the father and the mother are not there, and Jin Ge and Yin Ge are relying on Daqi. Although I am the princess of Wang Ting, but now... If there is no such group of people... What can I count? I am afraid that I have been taken away and given to the wicked people."

The middle-aged scribe nodded and whispered: "It is easy for the princess to ask him to protect him for a while. I believe that with my mouth, I should be able to move him."

"But if the princess wants long-term shelter, then..."

Na Yi’s pale face flashed a blush, and some shy words: “Marry him?”

There were a lot of guards around Nayi, and all of them were all stunned. It seemed to be a little angry. But then, all of them sighed with a sigh, and they didn’t hear it.

The princess like the goddess in their minds is no longer the pearl of the past grassland.

Although they do not want to admit it, they have to admit that their princess has now become a homeless duckweed. This time rushed out of the court, and went to the elders of the month, but why not hold the marriage with the son of the elders of the elders, and ask the elders of the elders to shelter their little prince?

Everyone understands that they just don’t want to say it.

The middle-aged scribes smiled bitterly and whispered: "I see this boy, it is very extraordinary. Although it is ragged, but the eyebrows, but with a touch of extravagance, not like the children of ordinary people. Plus his skill, very It may come from a big sect."

"To really make him tempted, stay in the grassland to help us, maybe, we can really come back to life!"

Nayi sighed softly, and the girl’s beautiful face flashed a touch of desolateness, her eyes closed slightly, her long eyelashes shivered softly, and she said softly: “Every uncle’s uncle is the only way to make the grassland court Come back to life, let Nayi do anything!"

The middle-aged scribes looked at Nayi with some pity. The pearl on the grassland was that he grew up watching. Although there is no kinship, but it has already been treated as a daughter of her own, if there is any other way, why is he willing to make this decision?

In contrast, this boy must be much stronger than the few sons of the elders of the month!

Only in this way, I am afraid that I have to rethink the way. The old fox, trying to impress him, is not that easy.

The middle-aged scribes thought about it and walked slowly toward the lake.

Chu Mo came to the lake, did not take off his clothes, and jumped directly.

The cold water made his mind very clear.

Soon washed away the blood of the body, and then thought in the heart: the woman, seems to be the princess on the prairie court. How can a princess be chased behind like a house dog?

"That Geerza said that the big prince and the second prince have already taken the big Qi, should it be the golden brother and the silver brother?"

"It seems that the grassland king court, there should be a huge change."

"So even their princesses have to run away."

"If this is the case, I want to stay here for a while and get in touch with them. It shouldn't be difficult!"

Chu Mo thought, and then heard a footstep. He looked up in the lake and saw a middle-aged man in his forties, holding a new suit and coming to the lake, smiling at him. .

"Little hero, just thanks to you, saved us, otherwise, I am afraid we will not see the sun of tomorrow."

"You are a big summer man?" Chu Mo looked at the middle-aged scribe, some curious asked.

The middle-aged scribe was slightly stunned, and there was a vigilance in the depths of the scorpion, but he smiled and asked, "How do you know?"

"You don't have to worry about anything, I don't know you." Chu Mo said: "I judged from the accent and appearance of your speech."

"This way!" The middle-aged man sighed and said, "What? Little brother, are you also a big summer?"

Chu Mo smiled and said: "I lived in the big summer!"

"It turns out!" The middle-aged man did not doubt Chu Mo's words. How can a young teenager, with such a skill, grow up in the secular?

Therefore, he naturally believes that this boy should be born in the big summer, and then brought into the door to practice, now should be down the mountain, or have been a teacher.

As for why you don't want to directly admit that you are a big summer man, this is also very simple.

Middle-aged people have been exposed to some disciples who have come out of the sect. They all regard human beings as mortals in the world, and few are willing to admit that they are coming out of the world.

"I think the little brother should be a shirt without a change of clothes. There is a new set of clothes here, but it may not fit well. When I look back, I will find a famous tailor to make more sets for the little brother!" The middle-aged man smiled diligently. Look at Chu Mo.

Chu Moxin is also thinking about how to walk with this group of people, seeing the nature will not deny, took over this clothes. It's a bit big, but it's better than the tattered clothes before.

Taking advantage of Chu Mo's effort to hide clothes in the grass, middle-aged people talked with him.

"In the next Pang Zhongyuan, the ancestral home of the big summer, has come to this grassland for fifteen years, has been doing things in Wang Ting, I wonder if you can know the name of your little brother?" The middle-aged scribe was very polite to ask, did not even Chu Mo is a child who is not in the doldrums of the world.

Who is a teenager, dare to face dozens of powerful knights?

Chu Mo thought for a moment and said: "My name is Lin Bai, I am studying in a martial art, and now I am going down the mountain."

The answer is very simple, but it completely eliminates the doubts that Pang Zhongyuan has not much.

Because this is called Lin Bai’s teenager saved them!

The strength of people, I want to kill them, I am afraid it is also easy.

And this group of people, now a dog of funeral, what else is worthy of others?

"It turned out to be Lin Bai's younger brother. I don't know what the younger brother is going to do this time. What kind of task do you want to perform?" Pang Zhongyuan carefully asked, those disciples of the big door, who walked into the secular, almost always took tasks.

Chu Mo also changed his clothes at this time and walked out of the grass and said: "There is no matter what the task is, it is experience!"

The middle-aged man’s heart was happy, and then he saw Chu Mo, who changed his clothes. He immediately praised him in his heart: a handsome boy with a red, white, and white eyebrow!