82-borrow a knife

"We are friends!" Mo Fan's last emphasis made Jon silent for a long time, because his previous selfish thoughts made him feel very guilty.

Others treat themselves as sincere friends and think about themselves everywhere, but because they are hot-headed for a while, they are thinking of absurd and obscene ideas, and even almost made stupid wrong decisions.

Fully aware of his mistake, Jon nodded very seriously. On his wide cheek, he couldn't help showing regret and sincerely apologized to Mo Fan: "I'm sorry, my friend! Please forgive me for the impulse just now! I promise that there will be no distrust of you again!"

"What did your brother do so politely? Now let's think about how to deal with it!" Mo Fan waved his hand generously. As long as Jon could recover from the heavy blow of his brother's betrayal, he really didn't care about such a small thing.

After listening to Mo Fan's reminder, Jon frowned suddenly, and a strong murderous atmosphere poured into his whole body and said fiercely, "Since the wood has become a boat, of course it is unforgivable! I will not allow those shameful traitors to continue to live in this world and waste food.

"No, no, no." Seeing Jon's murderous face, Mo Fan quickly waved his hand and interrupted, "You misunderstood me! In fact, I don't want to kill them now.

"What's your good idea?" Jon stared at Mo Fan in surprise and said puzzledly, "If you don't kill them, shall we sit and wait for them to trouble us?"

"Actually, I already have a better idea!" Mo Fan smiled and said, "Since those traitors of the dead have joined the spiritual system, why can't we play with a borrowed knife to kill people?"

"If you have any ideas, let's talk about it!" Jon suddenly became interested. Obviously, he was also very interested in Mo Fan's killing with a knife.

"Actually, we can use those traitors to contain..." Mo Fan's words were not finished, but he suddenly stopped, because he had felt a huge sense of discord and was rapidly coming towards his position.

Mo Fan quickly felt their true identity from the bad breath of the comer. Yes, these guys were also ordered by Joan of Arc to attack Mofan's knight escort thousands of miles away.

There is a saying that Cao Cao will arrive. As soon as Mo Fan thought of using the traitors of the rebel union to play an important drama of killing people with a knife, an important supporting role came up here.

"This is interesting!" Mo Fan, who was so happy, habitually bent down the corners of his mouth and hung on his face again with that fascinating evil smile. He pointed to the southwest and said to the puzzled Jon, "The important role of our whole plan has come to our door!"

"Oh! Is that right?" Jon is not a fool. After hearing Mo Fan say this, he immediately followed the direction of his finger and launched a soul perception exploration. Soon he also understood what Mo Fan meant.

It turns out that Mo Fan wants to use the power of those shameful traitors who betray Jon to consume the living power of the Holy See of Light! Then you can take advantage of it!

Although Mo Fan's plan to kill people with a knife is indeed a little fierce and decisive for the rebel trade union and the ambitious spirit, it is also the most practical way at present.

This is much easier than Jon's direct killing of the rebel union. Anyway, Mo Fan thought so that since he could solve the problem without any effort, why did he have to do it himself and make it so troublesome? It's better to sit firmly on the fishing platform and be a cheap fisherman!

"High! It's really high!" After understanding Mo Fan's idea, Jon was in a good mood and couldn't help giving him a thumbs up and exclaiming: "If this plan really comes true, then we will have to go much better. It's just that I always feel something wrong there!"

"What's wrong?" Mo Fan was very surprised, because he knew that Jon's soul exploration was several times better than himself. Since he said there was a problem, there must be something wrong with this paladin team sent by Joan of Arc to hunt him down.

"Actual fact." Jon nodded and began to talk about his worries.

It turned out that Jon suddenly found a strange side through soul exploration. The southwest came quickly, and there was no strongest master in the Holy See paladin guard of nearly 300 people.

If it was usual, Jon might not care, but now this hurried paladin team is obviously coming towards Mo Fan's current position, which shows that they have the means to detect the dead breath of Mo Fan.

Since they have the means to find out the dead breath of Mo Fan, there must be the strongest masters in the town. But the truth is not. So what means did this paladin team that attacked thousands of miles use to find Mo Fan's?

"You're right! But this is a great opportunity for us!" After Jon said his biggest doubt, Mo Fan couldn't help nodding and saying yes, but it did not prevent him from his determination to kill with a knife to the end.

"Then you have to be careful!" Jon sighed. Obviously, he also knew that Mo Fan had made up his mind, so he simply stopped talking to persuade him. As the saying goes, wealth and danger, not to mention him, a legendary old man!

Even this group of bad paladins really have any unknown insidious means. Jon is also confident and has the ability to hit them hard, but also ensures that Mo Fan can escape alive.

"Hum!" Mo Fan sneered and said, "I happened to have just risen to the top level, so I took these guys who took the initiative to hit the muzzle of the gun as a gift of the flag!"

"I have ambition!" Jon, who came out of the shadow of betrayal, naturally regained his obscene look on his face, raised his eyebrows and said, "I think you'd better prepare first!" In order to avoid being embarrassed to sell me to wipe your buttocks at that time.

"Cut! Take care of your mouth and be careful not to lose your teeth for a while!" Mo Fan shook his head disdainfully and took a decisive step in the direction of the suddenly appearing paladin team.

While Mo Fan decisively launched his action, he followed all the way from Rock King City in the southwest, and the knight in charge of intelligence collection of the Paladin Guard who came thousands of miles away also found his abnormal movements.

"Ms. Lake! The previous heresy has made a strange move again!" The panting and exhausted golden armor paladin who fell at the end of the paladin team found Mo Fan's abnormal movements. After a hoarse roar, he also gritted his teeth and strode to the front of the team.

The little knight strode to the front of the team and told the truth to the burly man with the Bauhinia medal running at the front of the team, "That heresy seems to have found us, but now it is coming in our direction."

"Oh! Is it?" The living man had blonde hair and the head of the Bauhinia Medal, the head of Lake, frowned slightly. Obviously, he was also confused by Mo Fan's death, but the steps still running under his feet did not mean to stop at all.

"That's right! That heresy is indeed coming towards us. The previous golden armor paladin, who was obviously exhausted because of excessive physical exhaustion, gasped and said rudely.

"Since the heresy has been sent to our door by itself, we, as holy light knights, naturally can't be polite!" The commander of Lake with a ferocious smile still ran non-stop, but his body exuded a strong murderous atmosphere.

Once upon a time, the timid remnants dared to appear so blatantly in front of the Holy See! This dead-life guy in front of him is obviously provoking the holy light and majesty of the Holy See!

Thinking of this, Lake was more determined to kill one. It is not only to complete the tasks assigned by Joan of Arc, but also for the holy light honor of the Holy See.

Looking at the leader of Lake who was like chicken blood, the little golden armored knight at the tail of the crane hesitated for a moment, and still said from the bottom of his heart uneasily: "But that heresy is now the supreme of the strongest necromancer! Do we still have a chance of winning the battle with him?"

"Are you afraid?" Hearing this vital news, the commander of Lake was shocked and stopped suddenly.

Lead Lek turned his head and stared at the little golden armored knight who shrugged his head, gasped and looked exhausted and scolded harshly: "Don't forget that we are a glorious holy light knight, and we are burdened with noble holy light honor! No matter how powerful the enemy is, as the Knight of the Holy Light, we should never be afraid!"

"The leader is right! I'm not afraid! It's just a rapid march for ten consecutive days and night, and the brothers are tired. If we fight with heresy in a hurry, we can't show the real combat strength of our Holy Light Knights at all!"

Reprimanded by the commander of Lake, the gruff little golden armored knight changed his previous decadent expression and said with determination: "Now that the heresy has taken the initiative to come to the door, why don't we take this opportunity to rest for a moment to show the real strength of our Holy Light Knights and crush the one who took the initiative to find Where's the dead heresy!"

"Well said!" The commander of Lake clapped his hands, and suddenly showed a bloodthirsty and ferocious color on his face. He turned around and shouted, "The warriors rest for a moment and take out your real strength to prepare for battle!"

"Yes!" The shouts of the paladin guard of nearly 300 people resounded through the dense woods, shocking countless birds hiding on the branches to take a nap.

"Bed by the baptism of the Holy Light!"

With the loud shout of Commander Lake, a group of 300 paladins in golden armor took out a short scroll from their waist, crushed it neatly and skillfully, and then jumped out hundreds of milky lights, reflecting the dark woods.

Under the leadership of Commander Lake, the nearly 300 paladins slapped the broken scrolls that shattered and emitted milky white light to their chests, and then the colorful milky light balls were quickly absorbed by their bodies.

After absorbing the scroll of the baptism of the Holy Light, the commander of Lake, who exuded a strong holy atmosphere, pulled out the sheath of the heavy broad sword at his waist, pointed to the looming figure in front of him and roared: "My warriors, in order to protect the honor of my Holy Light Knight, please pick up the sword in your hand and kill it with me. The evil heresy who killed thousands of people in Locke City!"

"Vow to defend the honor of the Holy Light Knight!"

The neat shouts of the 300 paladins resounded through the sky, and 300 broad swords emitting a cold light came out of their sheath, and burst out bursting bursts of blood-blooded "miso" sound.

"Let's go, warriors! Use the sharp blade in your hands to smash all the evil heresy that dares to provoke the holy light of the Holy See!"

While shouting, the commander of Lake first waved the cold sword in his hand and sprinted towards Mo Fan, who had been exposed.