Chapter 421 The Wolf Dances

When Mu Fan saw the sword in the hand of one of the people in black, his mood was out of control for a while. He felt guilty for too many people. If he could do something for them, there were always some people in the world who were sorry to others. These people forgot at the sight. The one who was deceived can be at ease, and the deceived side could only With swallowing anger, the world is full of too much deception, but at least part of it still lives in the true temperament. Mu Fan is, Long Po is, everyone in the Long family is, and the whole Wolong Village is. What they have in common is that you respect him for a foot and he respects you. They are not good people, so for those who try to Those who harm them, they can do it again. If you hurt him once, he will kill your whole family! Such a group of people can be born in this world. Who can say that they are really evil people? Mu Fan has always done this, but when he comes to Mu Fan himself, he always feels that the people close to him have changed. They are good to them, but they can work for themselves. This is unfair treatment. Mu Fan doesn't like it. He tries to change, but there is nothing he can do. Long Po is like this. All the brothers are like this. The whole village People are like this. Even a few women are so stupid. He has always felt a little guilty. He wants to do more for them, but he always feels that he can never finish it, because they are doing the same thing for themselves! Who knows Mu Fan's heart? So when he saw the sword, he lost control of his emotions. He wanted to help him complete the last wish of the dragon!

But at this moment, he was suddenly stopped. The flying stone interrupted Mu Fan's thinking. He suddenly looked up, but saw a familiar face on the wall of the alley, but Mu Fan was not happy, but angry. His body trembled, staring at the shy smiling face. Mu Fan's eyes turned red, just because The blood stains at the corners of his mouth and the blood dripping from his arms. Mu Fan quickly walked to the root of the wall and stretched out his hands. The latter reached out and scratched his head. There was a trace of shyness on his pale face. He couldn't resist Mu Fan's fierce eyes and still jumped down. Mu Fan hugged the figure who jumped down, and then turned to the place where he temporarily fell. Run away.

When Mu Fan came to a dilapidated residence, he closed the door, put the latter in **, and tore open the latter's coat. When he saw that the latter's arm and side ribs had serious wounds, his mood trembled, his lips trembled, his eyes stared at a foot-long sword wound on his arm, and a blood hole in the side ribs that kept bleeding out. The voice trembled, "Who did it?"

At this time, his face was pale, but he was always smiling. The young man with long hair simply tied by a red rope looked at Mu Fan, reached out and scratched his head again, and said shyly, "Brother, it's okay!"

"Tay!" Mu Fan suddenly became furious and became so angry that the latter was helpless.

The young man looked at Mu Fan's face and said lightly, "It's the two people before. You don't have to chase them. They are all sss-level masters. At first, I have been following the sword for a year. I have fought many times and stole it several times but didn't steal it. That's not the second sister, but a foreigner..."

Mu Fan's pupils suddenly swelled. Looking at the latter, his face became more and more ugly. After a moment of silence, Mu Fan calmly applied the medicine he carried with him to the young man. However, after seeing that the wound was black and the blood was a little dark, Mu Fan almost weak and quickly took out a bottle of sky blue ** perfume from his pocket. The bottle was opened and poured into the young man's mouth. It seemed that even the bottle wanted the young man to eat it. The young man drank more than half of the bottle, and Mu Fan gave up. Then he kept squeezing the young man's wound and let the poisonous blood in the latter's body send out as much as possible. In the end, Mu Fan sucked the poisonous blood out with his mouth. The young man wanted to push it. Kai Mu Fan was slapped in the face by Mu Fan. He never dared to move again and let Mu Fan take drugs with his mouth.

Looking at a pool of black blood on the ground, Mu Fan's lips kept trembling and he was busy for more than 20 minutes. Mu Fan then bandaged the young man's wound, and then sat in the chair next to him, smoking, with a cold expression but a blue face.

The young man looked sideways at the indifferent Mu Fan and said emotionally, "Brother, I'm sorry, I still haven't been able to..."

"Shut up!" Mu Fan was furious, turned his head to look at the young man's pale face and scolded, "If you don't meet me today, you will be disabled even if you don't die!" The old man said that you should all live well. If you die, it will be unfilial! If you don't be your killer, you will follow those people to steal the sword. Who let you advocate the pursuit of the black sword without authorization! Do you still have me as a senior in your eyes? You are disrespectful!"

When did the matter between their brothers be divided between you and me! They all understood that Mu Fan knew it better in his heart, but even if he knew that the young man and other brothers had been doing dangerous things without stopping him, it was caused by his hatred. At this time, after seeing the situation of Lao Shi, the guilt accumulated in his heart suddenly broke out. This is a very contradictory psychology, not hypocrisy. Mu Fan is sandwiched between the two. No one understands! Looking at Mu Fan's face and red eyes, the young man giggled and didn't dare to speak again.

Between the silence between the two, the phone rang. Mu Fan looked at the phone, and his face became more and more gloomy. At this moment, he wanted to smash the phone! But after calming down, I got through.

Ying Zheng's eager voice immediately came from the other end of the phone; "Uncle, you're right. India's car chasing the Arabian Sea and Russia's car chasing the China-Pakistan border have been empty! Now all the people have successfully passed through the India-Pakistan border. The remaining three cars are going to the China-India border, one is going to Nepal, and the other is going to the Himalayan mountains where the three countries of China and Indonesia meet. All forces are chasing each other in two ways. The people who are guarding the China-Pakistan border are on the way. It's chaotic. What should we do? Do you also have to divide the army into three ways?"

After a moment of silence, Mu Fan said calmly, "Let Yue Xiang and others rush to the China-India border. You take people to the intersection of the three countries of China and Indonesia. If things don't appear, you are not allowed to cross fire. Even if they beat their heads and blood, you have to stabilize them!"

Ying Zheng hung up the phone with a sigh. After Mu Fan put down the phone, he smoked one after another. Soon the whole room was not filled with smoke. The young man lying in ** frowned. He could catch up with this place, not to track the two people, but was specially rushed to Mu Fan by domestic news, but was targeted by the two people. That's all, and the purpose was the same. Then he was caught up by the other party. He didn't dare to fight with the other party, but even so, he still suffered a minor injury. At this time, he became Mu Fan's burden, and naturally felt uncomfortable.

When Mu Fan smoked half a pack of cigarettes, he got up and walked to Lao Shi and said coldly, "It's very safe here. You can recuperate here first. When the injury is almost done, go home. Don't run outside!"

The young man nodded. Mu Fan picked up his luggage and left quickly. Looking at Mu Fan's back, the young man felt that his brother's back was more hunched, and he couldn't help but feel a little sad. As early as a few years ago, when he sent the news of the second sister's whereabouts back to China, he heard the sixth sister Mo Xie say that the master was dead, and he was People were besieged and killed, and they have been dead for two years. If they hadn't returned to China, it might not have been clear. Mu Fan has never told them the news of the death of the master. After hearing the news that the master was besieged and killed by the Oriental people, he was following these people. Years of killer guidelines and the master's teachings were almost out of control, and killed them. In the past, if he had really done it at the beginning, I guess he would never have been alone and ghostd abroad! Thinking of this, he was even more resentful. Only at the moment he saw Mu Fan, his heart was a little relieved. When the young man was thinking about his experience in the past years, the door was suddenly opened again. The young man sat up vigilantly and held the sword beside him, but saw that it was Mu Fan. Mu Fan walked back to the bedside and said indifferently, "Clothe, come with me!"

The young man smiled, ** his clothes stood up, and then he was helped by Mu Fan and left here.

(For the words of China and India and the China-Pakistan border, it will not be modified.)