Chapter 929 (1/2)

Liu Mo is now at large. He's fighting for his life!

Even though he has been hit by an arrow in his arm, it's very hard for him to escape, but he can't stop because there are probably seven or eight bows and arrows right at him behind him.

Just a few more steps slower and he'll be in their range.

Then, he died completely.

Just like the one who just died.

The man just had a rest at the edge of the rubble and was stabbed in the throat by a sharp sword.

At that time, he watched from a distance, watched the man die, watched the man fall down, watched a group of well-dressed young boys stop beside the man, urged the waiter to take the body away.

Liu Mo is really scared. After that, he has several excited eyes.

It's the eyes of the hunter when he sees the prey.

The boys found him.

He turned around and ran with the conditioned reflex. He was killed, but he was shot in the middle. But he dared not stop, nor could he stop.

To escape, he must escape. Even if he breaks into the deep forest or the territory of wild animals, he must also escape.

But how can a man run faster than a horse?

Although the woods are full of trees and it's difficult for the horse to run, it's four legs, four indefatigable legs.

Soon there was another ”whew” in his ear, passing through his face.

At that moment, Liu Mo felt cold. He knew that the arrow had scratched his face, but he had no time to feel the pain.

”Run, run faster, have fun, have fun! Ha ha ha ha! ”

The laughter behind is clearer and more rampant.

Liu Mo's hands and feet are cold. His body can't bear it. His arms are still bleeding, but he is still running, numb.

”Mr. Qi, hurry up and catch this slippery rabbit!”

”Seven childe, don't let him run away!”

”Bang!”

A root of a tree, tripped Liu Mo Yi's feet, fell heavily, knocked his head on the side of the gravel, and blood flowed out.

Liu Mo stops. He has to stop. He can't get up.

He fell to the ground and watched the six horses around him in a flash, and the six arrogant people on the horse. His eyes were full of fear.

”Still running?” In the cold air, with the young voice cavity of Qingling, it sounded slowly.

Liu Mo looked up, against the sun, he saw a wicked and wild face.

”Seven CHILDES, do it!” Someone shouted excitedly.

The boy, who was called the seventh childe, hooked his lips. In the sun, he smiled without any temperature.

”It's interesting to run and shoot again.” The young man said proudly, with the eyes of ants, looking at the man on the ground who was afraid of him.

The young man reached out and grasped an arrow. He fingered the arrow with his belly. The arrow was silver and bright.