"It's impossible to escape!"

In the room, the rough and turbid sound came over, with a profound irony.

Mo Fan turned over and found that the black-faced man had been standing in the yard at some point. Behind him was the little brother with a black turban and the golden retriever brother.

The four of them stood in the yard and felt a sense of anger. Obviously, they had no intention of living here peacefully from the beginning.

"I really value love and friendship. I'll do it... From Siff Street to here, there must be a kilometer or two. Is it like this that you are covering your wounds and climbing back here? Are you too awesome or is it that I'm too light to do it!" said the man in the black turban.

"Escape quickly, they... they are from the Delang Guild." Xia Bai said with all his strength.

Mo Fan glanced at Xia Bai covered in blood, and then looked at the four members with evil looks. The whole story was roughly clear.

"You idiot, go heal your wounds first. Why do you do when you run here? So what about the Delang Guild? I have told you that we are very strong magicians. There are not many people in this world who are our opponents!!" Zhao Manyan squatted down and shouted in anger.

The blood was still flowing, and Xia Bai's eyes were already hard to shake.

Finally, when those eyes were opened to the limit, his body fell directly under the support of the three of them as if there was no fulcrum.

"Next time, I'll do it cleanly and I almost let him survive, idiot." The black-faced man cursed.

"I understand, then what should I do with these three people?" asked the man in black turban.

The black-faced man took a few steps forward, staring at Mo Fan, showing the same smile as before, and said, "You made a salad tastes good. For this reason, I will choose a more comfortable way to die for you. For example, if you three went on a night tour, they encountered cold waves and accidentally drowned."

"Believe me, three, this is definitely the wisest choice. We are very clear about the way to die in this industry, and there are really big differences!" said the man in the black turban.

Mo Fan didn't look at these people at all, his eyes always fell on Xia Bai.

There was a dagger inserted in Xia Bai's chest. It looked very clumsy, but it could keep his blood flowing. The person who did this was naturally the guy with a black turban.

It's a pity that if I came back a little earlier and could hear what they had before the conversation in Caoting, I would know that they were going to kill Xia Bai tonight, and that would save Xia Bai's life.

Everything was hard to predict, but what Mo Fan unexpectedly unexpected was that in order not to let the three of them be silenced, Xia Bai climbed back here all the way...

Knowing that he would die, knowing that he would climb to was where the murderer was. If he closed his eyes a little, he could imagine how difficult it was along the way.

"You can escape by yourself, really." Mo Fan said to Xia Bai, who had no sign of life.

It's a pity that if Xia Bai knew the strength of the three of them, or believed that the three of them were indeed here to kill the giants, and they were indeed the top magicians in the world, he would not have had to experience such torture.

This clumsy knife is actually fatal. Ordinary people can basically only lie on the ground and bleed to death. Xia Bai has a strong desire to survive, and if he crawls towards the city, he will definitely have hope of being rescued.

But I chose this wild road without many people, but climbed so far. The three of them and Xia Bai were actually a chance encounter. From the beginning, I didn’t think he was a good person. He was pierced by someone and didn’t die immediately. Is it okay to put all my thoughts on how to save myself?

"He just needs to hold on for a while. Although it is impossible to survive, at least we three will be fine." Mu Bai said in a low voice.

Xia Bai fought hard, including his life, just to let the three of them escape, but at the last moment of his death, he saw the four people from the Delang Guild coming out. He probably thought that Mo Fan, Zhao Manyan, and Mu Bai would end up with him. In fact, as long as he holds on for a while, he can rest in peace.

"Select quickly and don't waste our precious time." said the black-faced man.

"Tell you two things." Mo Fan stood up and turned to face the black-faced man.

"I'm very interested in listening." said the black-faced man.

"You ate three plates of fruit salad. The salad dressing was coated with maggots in the stable. The taste should be very unique. I told you the recipe, but unfortunately you didn't have the chance to eat it in the future." Mo Fan said to the black-faced man.

The smile on the black-faced man's face suddenly solidified. He looked back at the stable not far away. There were actually a few white maggots crawling on the dirt feces outside the stable, which made the muscles on the black-faced man's face twitch.

"It seems that you have no chance to choose a way to die. Let's talk about your second thing." said the black-faced man.

"The second thing, I will choose a way to die for you. Why do you want to kill Xia Bai? I am too lazy to interrogate this from you. I just want to watch you die now." Mo Fan then said to the black-faced man.

If you hadn't chosen the way to die, it was only the one who could say it when the power was absolutely crushed. If you hadn't heard the first thing Mo Fan said, the black-faced man would have laughed out loud.

A few Asians who work as handymen in hotels actually say such words. Do you really think that the world's high-level and super-level mages are everywhere?

"Boy, do you know who we are?" said the black-faced man.

"Dailang Guild." Mo Fan said.

"We are the black ornaments of the Delang Guild. Pirates, merchant bandits, and human traffickers are not at the same level as those of mixed fish. I know you have such a little magical aura. You can't just learn a few basic skills to make fire, water vegetables, and build walls. Real magic..." The black-faced man said, and suddenly something next to him exploded.

"Bang!!!"

Halfway through the black-faced man's words, the thick sauce like salad was applied to him, but they were all red.

The smell of blood is so strong that it makes people disgusting. The man with black face turned around, but his face was full of disbelief!!

The little brother of the black turban, who was standing next to him just now, actually exploded!!

The broken sternum, the crushed arms, and the scum-turned head... slightly intact only has a pair of legs that reach the knee, but they are still bloody!

Dead??
Chapter completed!