Rescuing the Supporting Character

As a qualified personal bodyguard, excellent martial arts is the most basic condition, and more importantly, there must be a determination to die for the owner at any time.

Only loyalty is the criterion for measuring whether a hidden guard is good enough.

Mo Xie was forced to retreat again and again by the same robe, and tried again and again to fight close to the owner.

In the sword on his hand, only the thick blood fluttered with the sword, and the original dark and dark light could not be seen. The blood on the body had already been dyed red. Wen Ru is the ice blue gown that he chose for him this morning. .

Mo Evil seems to feel that his right hand is shaking, and it seems that she can't see the voice that she silently told him to escape.

He said that he would protect her.

Unless he is dead, he will never leave her step by step.

Mo Xie doesn't understand any strategy, and he doesn't know what it is like to pay for it. He only knows that without his protection, Wen Ruo will be sent to the General's House as a plaything of Yan Renqing after three days. He will never see another day again. That day.

He couldn't think of it and fell into the hands of the insidious man, what kind of treatment she would suffer.

From the moment she saw her at the age of eleven, she said that she would choose him as a guard in the future, and Mo Xie recognized the master.

Every time in the past seven years, every sword has been defeated. Every time I defeated my opponent, I was able to stand behind her and proudly guard the warmth of the fire.

At this moment, she was stopped behind Wen Hou, but only ten steps away from him.

Mo Xie can't go back, and he doesn't want to retire.

Compared with her happiness, his life is not worth the money.

Mo Xie shouted, red and double screaming to give up defense to fight, and every time he had a deep scar on his body, there would be an opponent in front of him falling down.

Although this kind of life-changing style of play is not daring to plunder its edge, but he is also a mortal, as long as it is a man, there will be exhaustion.

After Wen Hou stood in the rigorous guards, a lavender robes embroidered with gorgeous patterns on the blue silk, cold and cold, smashing the **** battle of the evil spirits, just like watching a jumping and clown.

The attacking action of him is getting slower and slower, and the breath of breathing is becoming more and more unstable. The high temperature is believed to last for a long time, that is, when he cuts off the offender's good head.

"You have chosen a good bodyguard, but it is a pity." There are already seven or eight bodies lying on the ground. Wen Hou’s hand is standing beside Wen Ruo, and his heart is not awkward.

Mo Xie insisted on his time far beyond his budget. For the real warrior, he never succumbed to the verbal praise. If this teenager is selling his life under his arm, Wen Hou will certainly give him the glory that matches his strength.

Unfortunately, he is now a stalked lone wolf. In this hidden heart, there will only be one master in the future.

The best way to deal with things that are not available is to destroy them. Wen Hou Yang started, waiting to be waved.

Suddenly, Wen, who had been obediently on the side, stood up and squatted in front of him. A long butterfly bun was on her cheeks.

A drop of bright red blood oozes from the tip, and the delicate tail trembles in the air: "He said, my things are mine, and my people can only be handled by me."

Wen is a gaze, not afraid of his pressure, "Mo is my guard, I am alone, I want him to live."

Wen Hou's pupils are miniature, so dare to use his own looks to bargain with his daughter, which is like the mentally retarded that will only make cats and dogs!

Wen Hou raised his eyebrows: "Do you know what you are doing now?!"

"I don't know!" Wen Ruo was a veto, and it was quite arrogant. "I only know that I want to get what I want, and no one can stop it!"

"Oh?" Wen Hou blinked slightly. For a moment, it was impossible to determine whether her current mind was normal. He was indulged for a long while, and then whispered coldly. "He is what I gave you, I can give it to you. It is still possible to take him back."

Wen Ruo bent his mouth, just like what was found to be fun, smiled brightly spring: "Isn't I like this face, Mo Xie also likes it. If you kill Mo Xie, I will put this face 扒Come down with him."

Wen Hou’s heart was so angry that he became more and more uncertain. He endured the fire and yelled at her: “Then you will become ugly in the future, no one will like you.”

Wen Ru is smiling very beautifully: "It doesn't matter, I can fill the skin of Xiao Shi to make up, if not, there are other sisters in the yard, I like which one, I use which face, okay?" , extremely vicious energy.

"The obstacles!" Wen Hou was furious, and she slaps her face.

Wen Ruo was on the ground, licking the blood of the mouth of the mouth, raised a small face with five fingers, and looked like an innocent man to pull his clothes. The voice was soft and soft: "Is it not happy? But there is no way. Moxie also likes it."

"Catch both of them and tie them back to the dungeon!" Wen Hou was furious, and his feet were warm and the head did not return to the ground. If it isn’t for Ren Renqing’s name to ask her, he will definitely kill the scourge of this pretending ghost, whether she is stupid or fake!

The kick was too embarrassing, and there was no effort at all in the warmth. When Wen was licking his abdomen and squatting and falling to the ground, even Mo Xie’s fierce call did not hear and fainted.

Wen Jia’s dungeon went deep into the mountain, and the inside was heavily wet.

When Wen was so awake, he found himself lying in a bed of broken cotton wool, mixed with sweaty smell and **** sputum.

She vented a few times with her nose and mouth. After she got down, she whispered and said: "Mo evil, are you not there?" No one answered.

The prison is dark, only a thin moonlight shines through the small holes in the top of the head, but it is not enough to illuminate the square of the dungeon.

Wen Ruo closed his eyes and waited until he got used to the darkness. He helped the wall slowly get up, and he felt the pain in his lower abdomen as if he had even hurt.

"Mo evil?" She endured the pain slowly along the wet wall, and the squat under her feet made a crisp collision as she walked.

She is not afraid of how Wen will teach herself. As long as she has a little use value, he will not let her stay in prison for too long.

For a fool, closing the confinement may be the most terrifying nightmare, but Wen Ruo is not a little mentally retarded in his teens. This little punishment is imposed on her, and it is not painful.

She was afraid that her vicious curse would not make him scrupulous and could not save Moxie.

Before he came out a few steps, he was stunned by a group of black shadows curled up in the corner. Wen was a fangs and he only touched a sticky and viscous liquid.

She quickly leaned over and called him: "... Mo evil, is it you?"

The man did not move as if he had already died. Although there is no light in the prison to take care of his face, but the familiar atmosphere is absolutely not admitted.

Her heart was loose, and she quickly climbed up and dragged the cotton wool thrown on the other side to the paving, trying to move him to the top to block the moisture.

There is so much blood flowing, and I don’t know how many knives he has been cut. Wen Ru is squatting to search for his clothes. If those people have not searched his body, Mo Xie should have a standing golden medicine.

Wen Ruo turned over for a long time, and finally only found a broken porcelain bottle in the inner bag, the powder inside had been scattered into the middle of his blood-stained jacket.

Wen Ruhong was blushing, and when he groped to the door, he began to beat the heavy iron gate: "Come on! Come on -"

Only a long time ago, a jailer held the torch with impatience and screamed through the small window on the door: "Honely! What is the matter, wait until Hou Ye is reviewing you, and then do it now."

After that, he turned and left, letting you know how to call Wen, and no longer look back.

She suddenly touched Moxie's side and lifted his upper body with no help, trying to warm him with his body, and whether blood would stain his body.

Mo Xie's clothes are full of tears everywhere, and Wen is not afraid to move, lest he will increase his injuries. He can only hold him and keep talking in his ear.

I don't know how long it took, the arm that has been warm for a long time has been numb, and Moxie moved in her arms.

"Don't be afraid... I can't die."

Hearing the sound of Mo Xie's fine mosquitoes, Wen was so happy that she cried, and she nodded her tightly in her weak body. "I know, you won't be so easy to leave me alone."

Mo Xie Li opened his eyes, but he could not see anything. He only felt a soft touch around him.

He is a bit shy and wants to tell his own lady that men and women don’t kiss each other. They can’t be together at the age of seven. They can’t eat together, let alone such a close hug. Even if he is seriously injured, it should not be so far.

But feeling that she choked her arms and trembled, Mo Xie finally did not say that.

If he knew that he would return to a small life because of his soft heart, he would not be angered and dying in this dark lacquered dungeon. I don't know what to think.

Although there is no medicine available, it is good that Moxie’s body is good, and there is warm and meticulous care. When the prisoner delivers food at noon the next day, he can barely enter a little meal.

In fact, it is said that it is meticulous care, but it is just wraping his own broken cotton wool and outerwear on Moxie. There is only one such thing in the prison to keep out the cold. In terms of the loyalty of the hidden guard, no one will only have the owner. The bedding is occupied.

Mo Xie will not do this, so the final result is that the injury is aggravated and died in the dungeon.

Wen Hou played a good calculation of the hand, but unfortunately, he did not expect that Wen Ruo would push the boat to the poor, directly holding his guard to sleep on a bed.

The simple Moxie is her opponent. She only thought that if it was not, the delicate lady would freeze to death.

As long as Wen is screaming and talking cold, Mo Xie will let her go to her own arms to warm up, even if she is too wounded to stand up, she is filled with a high sense of honor.

This kind of ruthlessness is as good as it is, and there is no sense of violation.

If she was not afraid of scaring Moxie, she even wanted to be happy to kiss him on his face and declare his territorial defense right! 2k novel reading network