Then, Mo Gucheng rushed over like crazy, holding his son in his arms, but the sadness on his face was beyond words.

"Wuya, what's wrong with you?"

"Wake up."

"It's all my father's fault, it's all my father's fault~"

"But you are so fine, why are you put in a box?"

Mo Gucheng was extremely regretful, and his words were full of self-blame and sadness.

At this time, the Sword Saint and Tang Hao had undoubtedly come back from their confusion and quickly went over and persuaded: "Old Mo, now is not the time to be sad."

"Hurry up, check Wuya for his injuries."

"See if there is any help?"

The Sword Saint awakened the King of Fighters, and Mo Gucheng immediately responded: "Yes, yes, heal the wound first, heal my son first."

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Half an hour later, the three sword saints had returned to the Temple of Martial God.

At this time, in the room, Mo Wuya was lying on the bed. The Sword Saint had just helped him check his injuries and fed some medicines, so he walked out.

The King of Fighters who were waiting outside immediately stepped forward and asked anxiously: "Sword Saint, how about it?"

"My son Wuya, but he is still saved?"

"This..." The old sword saint's face was also a little bitter, and then shook his head and said, "Old Mo, it's not that I told you that you are too heavy."

"If Wuya hadn't had a deep foundation, his foundation would be pretty good."

"Otherwise, even if Hua Tuo is alive, he will probably not be able to save him."

"But fortunately, I have stabilized his injury and have no life worries for the time being."

"However, he was injured too much after all, and his breath was extremely weak."

"It's still unknown whether it can survive."

"The last seven days have been particularly important to him."

"As long as you survive these seven days, you will probably have passed this disaster."

"Oh~"

"Take good care."

The Sword Saint sighed and patted the King of Fighters Mo Gucheng on the shoulder.

He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he turned into a sigh and asked Mo Gucheng to take good care of him. After that, the Sword Saint left.

Tang Hao, who was standing beside him, also patted the King of Fighters' shoulders, and then left with the Sword Saint.

It is obvious that the Sword Saint and Tang Hao are really speechless about Mo Gucheng.

This father almost beat his son to death?

It would be fine if Mo Wuya survived it. If he couldn't survive it, today's incident would probably become the number one joke in the ages.

"You said this King of Fighters is really..."

"Hey, I don't know what to say about him."

"The first time I saw that back before, I said it looked like Wuya."

"He just doesn't believe it, and he still scolds me?"

"You see, this is a mess now..."

Walking on the road, Tang Hao sighed with some heart-wrenching emotion.

Mo Wuya was also considered to have grown up since they were young. Now that they were beaten like this by their father, the Sword Saint and the others naturally felt uncomfortable.

It would be fine if someone else beats me, but they can still stand up for Mo Wuya.

But now, I can't even get out of this situation.

"Okay, things have come to this point, it's too late to say anything."

"Don't mention this matter again in the future. I think Lao Mo is so guilty and uncomfortable."

"However, Wuya still needs to be found out."

"The other party obviously wanted to deliberately punish King of Fighters."

The Sword Saint frowned, but was already considering who the person behind the scenes was.

"Well, then I'll investigate this matter. I have to find out this and give Wuya a good anger." Tang Hao said angrily.

But the Sword Saint shook his head: "There is no hurry to do this."

"From my feeling, the other party should not have any malice."

"Otherwise, what he sent Wuya's body."

"The most urgent task now is to quell the storm in Yanjing, as soon as possible."

"So you go to the Xu family."

"Try all your might to drive Ye Fan out of Yanjing."
Chapter completed!