Chapter 277
"Xiao Ci." A weak voice sounded, it was Mo Yi.
"Yo, I'm awake." Mo Bai stepped forward and pulled Mo Yi up from the ground.
Mo Yi can't support himself at all now, all his strength is supported by Mo Bai, and now he is completely half-kneeling.
Mo Bai's hand has been pressing Mo Yi, the current situation is more complicated and more difficult. The solution that Mu Ci came up with in the brainstorm just now could not be implemented.
"Xiao Ci, don't worry about me, you can go." Mo Yi smiled at Mu Ci with difficulty.
Don't worry about me, you can go. What a cliché, but it's just so sad to hear it on this occasion.
"What conditions can let him go." Mu Ci had no choice but to take one step at a time.
"Oh, condition, is it okay to let you die?" Feng Qian pressed his sword against Mo Yi's neck, and small drops of blood began to slowly ooze from the blade.
"Aren't you deeply brotherly, one senior brother and another senior fellow, it's not a loss if you exchange your life for his life."
Mo Bai looked at Mu Ci with a smile on his face, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, his eyes were full of resentment, he will never forget the day when Mu Ci deprived him of martial arts.
He won't remember that Mu Ci and Mo Yi let him live, and he won't remember that he killed the two masters to cause the disaster. He only remembers his hatred.
"Okay, I can trade my life for my life, but how can you guarantee that you won't do anything to him after I die."
"You can rest assured, we will do what we say."
"Why should I trust you? One kills his teacher, deceives his teacher and destroys his ancestors! The other doesn't know what to do! Find someone to heal his wounds first, I want to make sure he can live!"
"Treating injuries? Are you kidding me? Do you think this is just playing tricks?" Feng Qian let out a smirk.
"Then why do you want us to believe that you will obediently catch him after we treat him, instead of playing tricks to take him away."
"Based on this." Mu Ci took out a dagger from his sleeve. "You heal him, and I will stab myself as a promise."
"Okay." Feng Qian beckoned for the people behind to come forward. "Give him medicine to heal his injuries, and make his hands and feet more nimble."
Mo Bai also let go, and kicked Mo Yi to the front.
"It's your turn." Feng Qian's eyes kept staring at Mu Ci viciously, like a snake about to open its **** mouth.
"No, Xiao Ci, no." Mo Yi shouted a word with all his strength, his voice was hoarse, as if every word could quench blood.
"Brother, trust me." As soon as Mu Ci finished speaking, he raised the dagger and stabbed it straight into his chest, and then pulled the dagger out again.
There is no visible bleeding on the red clothes, but the area on the chest has been soaked, and the area is still slowly expanding.
Mu Ci staggered a bit, his lips were pale, but his eyes remained firm.
"When brother's wound is bandaged, I'll make sure he's in a safe place, and then I'll give you my life." Although Mu Ci was talking to Mo Bai and Feng Qian, his eyes never left Mo Yi.
Mo Yi was shaking his head desperately, tears streaming down his face involuntarily.
He was drugged, and when he woke up, he found that he had fallen into the hands of these two people. He tried to leave, but all ended in failure.
He was tortured by these two people every day, but he never cried out a word of pain or cried.
But now watching Mu Ci do this for himself, Mo Yi feels that it hurts more than his own injury.
His junior brother shouldn't have to go through this, but now he has to go through it. Seeing Mu Ci's bruises all over his body, he felt an indescribable distress.
The most gratifying thing in the world may be reuniting with the lost self.
(end of this chapter)