Way of Choices

"I have no suggestions, but there are a few explanations."

Zhou Tong took a few breaths with difficulty and said, "These explanations are meaningless to others, but I think you are different. After all, the two of us are in a similar situation these years. My so-called betrayal comes from fear and self-protection. You have done many similar things for the same reason."

This refers to the old thing that Mo Yu concealed the Queen Mother and obeyed the intention of His Majesty the Pope and secretly arranged Chen Changsheng into the State College of Education.

Mo Yu shook his head and said: "My fear has nothing to do with the world after self-preservation from the mother-in-law."

"No matter what you say, but in my opinion, since the lady never cared about your life and death, why do we have to live for her? That night, Chen Changsheng went to Beibing Masi alley to kill me, I almost died, But what did the mother do?"

Zhou Tong sarcastically said: "She completely ignored my situation, only thinking about how to recognize her son, but unfortunately she was blind, even her son admitted wrong."

When he sneered, the purple-black gums and the pale face contrasted sharply, which was very ugly.

Mo Yu said with some pride: "The lady cared about me. She told me and Yourong to leave Kyoto first."

Zhou Tong was silent for a long time, and suddenly said: "Do you think I'm poisoned, you can kill me easily?"

Mo Yu didn't explain, but just stated: "I will kill you."

"You have the biggest problem, that is too young."

Zhou Tong said: "Young means that the years are not enough, the talent is too high, the state can not be too high, and your patience is not good, you should reappear later, let my poison attack deeper, in addition, you should not choose here , Here is my home, it is always more difficult to kill each other in one's home."

For most people in the world, home is the place they are most familiar with and the last bastion. It is the real home.

Zhou Tong hid his most treasured tranquility and treasure in this small courtyard, and naturally made many arrangements accordingly. There are many institutions and formations here.

Along with his words, many organs started to sound outside the window. The sunlight in the patio seemed to dim for a few minutes, and several powerful formations were born from the ground.

The two precious elixirs have been transformed into essence in his abdomen, and as the meridians flow through the body, temporarily suppress the invasion of toxins and restore some of their strength.

There is no real temperature in the sun in the sky, Xu Lai's breeze is somewhat cold, and a **** smell envelopes the entire courtyard with the formation.

He did not hesitate to use the Dahongpao secret method. If anyone looked at it with the consciousness, he would find that the entire courtyard was now soaked in a sea of ​​blood.

The Dahongpao mystery is his strongest method, and he consumes the consciousness and true elements extremely violently, especially the two highly toxic substances in his body, there is no way to support it for too long. But Mo Yu could not stay in this sea of ​​blood. If she didn't want to die with herself, she had to retreat temporarily.

He only needs to seize the opportunity of her temporary retreat and escape from this small courtyard, as long as he comes to the street, he can save his life.

This is the most effective method that Zhou Tong thought of before he died.

The small courtyard looks very ordinary, but there are many ordinary people living on the street outside the courtyard. When he chose this place, he had this consideration.

What happened next exceeded Zhou Tong's imagination, more precisely, beyond his understanding and understanding of Mo Yu.

Because, Mo Yu did not leave, she stood by the door, letting the invisible blood sea smear the palace into a horrible color.

She was calm, very focused, and the exhaustion between her eyebrows had been replaced by death.

The starlight shining in the palace dress, revealing from the blood, is very beautiful.

A thin sword that looks very elegant but contains time and rain, pierced the blood sea in the house, like a condensed starlight.

With a loud bang, the Xiu Jian sank into Zhou Tong's lower abdomen, and the tip of the sword protruded from behind his waist, bringing out a black blood.

Zhou Tong did not scream, no pain, looked at her staring blankly in front of her, his face full of unbelievable expression.

Mo Yu's sword pierced his body.

His blood sea has also swallowed Mo Yu's consciousness.

Don't say that Mo Yu is just in the middle of Juxing, even if she breaks through to the peak of Juxing now, there is no possibility to leave this sea of ​​blood and this small courtyard.

In other words, she will definitely die.

why? Zhou Tong soon understood that she had never thought of living.

She wanted to use the same words to give her back to give up, and she originally came to die with him.

When she returned to Kyoto, she was dead. She just wanted to take him with him.

Whether she fell into the abyss or into the Xinghai, she would take him with him, and take him to the Queen Mother.

Zhou Tong's face became very pale.

He didn't want to die with her.

The entire courtyard is still under his control, and the organs and formations are not activated. He still wants to fight.

However, he did not succeed, not because of the sword that penetrated his body, but because his body became stiff.

A pair of hands fell on his shoulders.

Those hands were very thin, very dry, like branches, very white, had not seen the sun for many days, their nails were sharp, long, and sharp, and they were covered with dirt.

It was a pair of wolf claws, with sharp nails deep into Zhou Tong's shoulder bones, pierced several blood holes, and black blood gurgled.

Zhou Tong knew that his injuries were even heavier, and there were already cracks in his shoulder bones.

His body felt extremely cold and terrified, and he dared not look back.

He had already guessed who the man came behind him quietly like a ghost.

He had seen the relevant file of this person's murder on the snowy field at first, and he knew that if he turned around, he would definitely be bitten by the other person's neck.

On the verge of life and death, Zhou Tong no longer paid attention to the two highly toxic substances in his body, squeezing out even the last drop of true yuan.

In the room shrouded by the sea of ​​blood, a tremendous wave of waves raged.

With a loud roar, he turned into a beam of blood and rushed out of the door.

With a snap, the show sword that penetrated his body, through his body, was broken off by his forward momentum.

The man who came behind him like a ghost didn't have time to twist his neck. He only heard a few clicks, and several blood surged.

Countless organs started at the same time, and several tactics played their final role, exploding like fireworks. The rock wall in the small courtyard collapsed all over, and the house itself collapsed immediately after the collapse. The smoke was filled, the bamboo was broken into pieces, the stone slabs were broken, and even the sunlight seemed to be broken.

Zhou Tong fell to the broken bamboo by the wall.

He pushed away a fake bamboo shoot with the fastest speed, and the remaining courtyard walls collapsed.

He was sprayed out of the hospital by the air waves and fell heavily on the snow.

In the snow-covered snow, he was covered with blood, and the picture was not beautiful, nor could it make people feel strong.

His blood was black and smelly, and it came out of the sword wound between his chest and abdomen.

His back was even more miserable, his clothes were ragged, his flesh and blood were vague, his ten claw marks were extremely deep, and his bones were faintly visible.

Zhou Tong lived for many years, this is his most miserable moment.

But his eyes full of fear and pain finally saw some hope, even ecstasy.

Because he finally came to the street.

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The smoke was filled with dust, the stone chips danced wildly, and the entire courtyard was turned into ruins in a short time.

Mo Yu was not surprised. She knew that a person like Zhou Tong would definitely make a lot of noise when he was dying, and this is indeed his home field. She was a little surprised that someone could follow Zhou Tong from the tunnel. Come out, even if she had a detailed picture of Zhou prison, she never thought about it. But when she found out that the man was folded, the accident became a matter of course. She knew that the wolf cub was best at tracking and hiding, and then killing people.

She glanced at Folded Sleeve and then walked out of the courtyard, with injuries, but not too heavy.

Zhou Tong’s Xiu realm is much higher than that of Mo Yu and Folded Sleeve. Under normal circumstances, even if Mo Yu and Folded Sleeve work together, it is not necessarily his opponent.

Mo Yu and Folded Sleeve are the people who want him to die the most in the world. They are very well prepared and invariably choose to use poison.

Even in this situation, Zhou Tong survived and escaped from the small courtyard.

However, Mo Yu and folding sleeves are not in a hurry, because Zhou Tong has only half his life left, not far from death.

When they walked down the street, Zhou Tong was still not far ahead.

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Zhou Tong has become a **** person, not to mention the vigorous use of exercises, he can't walk too fast, and stumbles forward. .

Blood kept falling on the snow, and the color was very dark, like ink.

Folded sleeves do not know where to go, the shadows along the street seem to be deformed.

Mo Yu came behind him, and Qing Si was slightly chaotic, flicking on his pale face.

She didn't speak and looked at his back expressionlessly.

When she returned to Kyoto, she was ready to die with Zhou Tong. Unexpectedly, she is still alive.

She didn't care about being found back in Kyoto by others, or being seen by others.

Zhou Tong knew that she was here and tried hard to speed up her steps, but she couldn't do it.

Snow Street was very quiet, only to hear his heavy gasps.

Mo Yu held the half amputated sword and fell down.

With a crackling sound, Zhou Tong fell heavily in the snow, and there was an extra blood in his left rib.

He still didn't look back, panting, trying hard to get up and continue walking forward.

There is a mansion on the street, the gate is vermilion, and there is only a white streamer in the corner, which is a bit crippled.

With a squeak, the door of the mansion was pushed open, and someone came out of it.

Zhou Tong knew who the mansion was, and no emotions changed on his blood-stained face, so he continued to move forward.

Jianguang flashed again, and there was another blood on his body, and then he fell into the snow again.

An exclamation sounded on the stone steps.

Zhou Tong fell in the snow, coughing painfully, and blood kept splashing.

Do not know how long after that, with a beast-like whisper, he stood up again from the snow.

Mo Yu was behind him, holding a sword in his hand, on which was his blood.

He didn't look back, he just looked ahead and gasped in a hurry and pain.

Snow Street is so clear, looking around, there is no one, where is he going?

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