C227 Old Boy
C227 Old Boy
He was like an Ultraman, always turning into a savior at the most crucial moment!
Seeing Mo Xun coming towards them, it was as if a cool breeze had brushed by, and gently and coolly patted everyone's body, allowing them to feel at ease. Even Feng Linn who was about to fall apart had instantly calmed down. Even if Chen San was pointed at with a gun, he could not help but raise his nose up with pride.
Even Qiao San, who was on the verge of death, heaved a rare sigh of relief when he saw Mo Xun.
At this moment, they only had one thought in their minds.
He was back. Everything would be fine.
This was not confidence, but reality!
Victory after victory proved the truth!
No matter what, as long as Mo Xun was present, all the bastards who dared to rebel would be reduced to paper tigers or the kind that only came out with napkins!
Compared to the excitement of Chen San and the others, Zhao Xing, Young Master Zhao seemed to be even more excited. It was to the point where he sat down on the ground without moving, pointed at Mo Xun with his right hand, and said with a trembling voice, "Ghost … Ghost! Five... 5 – 7! Five or seven souls! Holy shit, it's true! F * ck, someone really did come back in Wuqi … You all, quickly attack! If you all do not die, will you all die?! "
Zhao Xing continuously slapped the people beside him, and berated loudly.
After all, the current situation was a bit too scary. It was already the fifth or seventh day, so it was a bit cloudy. Then, someone who had been dead for more than a month suddenly came back. If this wasn't a ghost, then what was it?
If it were not for the large number of people, Zhao Xing would have fainted from fear!
Regardless of his identity, he was quite similar to someone. From the nobles to the commoners, everyone was afraid of ghosts!
Especially the ghost of the enemy!
However, no matter how much he shouted and cursed, none of the surrounding group of Wizard Shu Divine Masters dared to step forward.
What kind of joke was this? Even they were afraid …
It didn't matter whether the person who came was Mo Xun's Daoist or a dead ghost. None of them, a bunch of shrimp soldiers, could withstand it.
The legend that Mo Xun made was still floating around the entire provincial capital!
Without waiting for them to move, Mo Xunze walked over to Qiao San's side.
"Old... Boss, you … You can sing for me yourself, I... I, Qiao San, have not lived my life in vain. " Third Master Qiao said weakly, using his last bit of strength. The way he addressed Mo Xun was also changed.
"This life is not in vain?" Did you eat too much, or did you start to float? How f * cking long had it been in life, to think he would still say words like 'not wasted your life'. Have you ever been above outer space? Have you been to the bottom of the ocean? I haven't even brought you all to experience the true glory of this world, and you want to die so easily? Did he really think that the strike would be so easy? "In your dreams!" Mo Xun could not help but scold. At the same time, both of his hands unleashed streams of energy that protected Qiao San's heart veins and expelled the bullet! At the same time, the spirit energy continued to nourish Qiao San's body. Although it couldn't heal him in an instant, it was much better.
It was as if his hand was bringing the dead back to life! He had forcefully turned a man who was on the verge of death into the appearance of a cold!
"With laozi here, don't talk about getting shot. Even if Yama comes to me personally to ask for someone, he still has to discuss it with me! I love to use cheap labor. Whoever decides to follow me will never get off this ship! " Mo Xun said in a domineering manner.
But for some reason, after these words came out, Qiao San and Chen San, the two oily old men, couldn't help but turn slightly red in the eye.
"The feeling of being protected by someone … That's great. " The two oily old men instantly had the slightest idea of what she was thinking.
At the same time, the two of them looked at Mo Xun lovingly, causing Mo Xun to feel a chill down his spine …
"Sing an old song. It suits your old man's mood a lot. "
"Name of song, old boy."
"A man is still a teenager even in death. Thank you, and may both of you remain hot-blooded today forever. Not just for me, Mo Xun, but for yourselves. " Mo Xun said seriously.
"After all, that old man will also have spring."
Immediately after, Mo Xun stood in front of all these people, right in front of Zhao Xing's group of thugs. Looking at Feng Linn from thousands of people, they started to slowly sing one of his old favorite songs.
And following Mo Xun's melody, every word that was sung brought along an endless amount of Spiritual Energy, and like a bunch of cannons, they shot towards Zhao Xing's group!
The words were clear, spitting words to kill!
The strong "singing cannon" was not something Zhao Xing's group could defend against. It was like a bowling ball smashing onto a small ball-man, with a single strike, it was unstoppable!
To be honest, felt that it was embarrassing to even make a move against Zhao Xing's group. It was still easy for him to act as a gentleman.
And looking at Zhao Xing's group, they were shocked by his song, and felt extreme grief and despair, and were about to die!
The song was melodious and melodious.
The Old Boys
That's the person I miss so much day and night
How do I express myself
Will she accept me
Maybe he would never say that to her
I am destined to roam the world
'How can there be a connection … '
Dreams are always out of reach
Should I give up
Flowers bloom and fall again for another season
Where are you in the spring?!
Youth is like a raging river
There's no time to say goodbye
I'm the only one left
There was no more hot-bloodedness from that year
Look at the sky full of floating flowers
withering at the most beautiful moment
Who would have remembered that he had come to this world …
In the blink of an eye, many years had passed …
more or less estranged
Once upon a time, he had been obsessed with the youth of the Four Directions Sect.
Jealous geese flying south
Each of them sprinted forward on his own path
Scurry Away
Where would the future be ordinary?!
Who gave me the answer
People who were with me then
Where are you today
The man I once loved
What does it look like now?!
Did the original wish come true?!
[Is there no choice but to pay respects now?]
Any Years of Drying Ideal
I can never find my way back
He raised his head and looked at the sky full of stars …
The one that was with me at that time
Do you remember the story here
"..."
If there is a tomorrow, bless your dear
If there is a tomorrow, bless your dear
"..."
As the words of the song fell, it was beautiful and pleasant to listen to.
Chen San, Qiao San and the other two old men were clearly moved. They had already hugged each other without caring about their injuries, and almost felt pain.
When people reached middle age, they were the most hesitant.
His dream had failed him, but reality was relentless.
Both of them had fallen, groped in the dark, done a lot of stupid things.
And it was precisely Mo Xun who scooped them out, gave them a hard push, and greatly increased their status.
If it was said, why were they willing to desperately repay Mo Xun's words.
From Mo Xun, they could probably see their long-awaited dreams, as well as hope that they could touch.
And only by following someone like Mo Xun would they, the middle-aged men, be able to win.
Hot blood, not yet cold.
On the other hand, Zhao Xing appeared to be very sad.
Because, under this, all of his subordinates, be it Wizard Shu or Martial Artist, were also holding onto spears.
They were all lying on the ground! It was still the kind that foamed at the mouth!
If not for Mo Xun deliberately letting him off, he probably wouldn't have been able to escape this fate!
Damn it. Other people would need money to sing, but Mo Xun's singing makes him want to die!
It was too wicked, too unreasonable …
He finally understood the terror of Mo Xun. Without even making a move, just a single song was enough to disarm him!
No wonder this kind of man could kill a total of ten God Tier Consolidating Equipment Masters!
"Mo …" Master Mo, this … All of this was a misunderstanding … I also had good intentions and wanted to conduct a concert for the Miss Feng. Really, really had no other meaning … I, I am a loyal fan of the Miss Feng! " Zhao Xing trembled as he knelt on the ground in fright.
But... He didn't even have the confidence to say those words.
At this time, Mo Xunze ignored his words and walked step by step in front of him.