Blue and White Society Chapter 361: Let your boss come to see me

Yi Luo fell into a monument, and Mo Poor looked at the third generation and the others, and found that they were all awake.

Divinity, reclassified as subconscious.

Mo Poor heaved a sigh of relief and fell from the sky. At the same time, Lord Gou's tombstone circled around Mo Poor, probably to tell him to quickly transform himself back.

It's over, the deadline for Yiluo has come, and even the contents have fallen out.

Mo Poor stepped forward and bent down to pick up the yellow ore.

First of all, we need to restore Lord Gou, and then we need to turn the three generations and others back into tombstones to keep them fresh. After all, there is not much time left for these ancient assassins.

"Wait a minute..." Sandai said suddenly.

"Huh?" Mo Poor stopped his hand reaching for the contents, and looked back at the third generation.

San Dai was about to say something with a smile when his face suddenly changed.

At the same time, Mo Poor's hair was pricked up all over his body. In today's series of fighting with swords, his reflexes have been greatly exercised. You must know that if the official members are not short of money, it is normal for Taffi stone blessings.

Without resorting to such heaven-defying means as banishment, Mo Poor was purely immersed in the hand-to-hand fighting, and directly formed a conditioned reflex for the addition of sharp blades.

It can be said that fighting various assassins is a fierce test for Mo Poor.

At this moment, he felt a piercing cold light on the side of his neck, and he quickly fell back.

Someone assassinated him, who is it? The seven ancient assassins are all within his field of vision, so the attacker on the side...

Ilo?

"Poof!"

It was too late to block, Mo Poor instinctively dodged, and he didn't even dodge completely.

The sharp Hidden Blade pierced Mo Poor's neck, entered from the side, and cut the trachea.

This blow was originally aimed at the artery, but Mo Poor instinctively leaned back, and finally avoided the critical point.

"Chick!"

Mo Poor felt the Hidden Sword slash across his throat, and his heart became ruthless, and he continued to retreat violently.

I saw that Hidden Sword pierced the skin and tore it out from the neck.

Mo Poor's throat suddenly leaked air, and all the air was sprayed towards Yi Luo without any leakage.

Yi Luo was sprayed with natural gas, and his eyes were so cold that he couldn't help but close his eyes, but he didn't cut back to the stone, and faced the ultra-low temperature frostbite, he closed his eyes and rushed towards Mo Poor.

He couldn't see Mo Qiong clearly, so he could only assassinate based on his feeling.

Mo Poor finally freed himself up, and while leaning back, he raised his foot and kicked Yiluo in the chest, kicking him flying tens of meters, and hitting a huge Gobi rock hard.

"You...cough cough cough..." Mo Poor just wanted to say that this guy was pretending to be dead, so he coughed wildly.

The trachea was cut and he could only breathe through the wound in his neck.

When the lungs rose and fell, they crazily pumped air from the neck, and all kinds of miscellaneous things that had not been filtered were also sucked into the trachea, which was extremely painful.

Mo Poor hastily poured out half a catty of seawater that he always had on his body, covered his cheeks and stabilized himself with a majestic outfit, finally feeling comfortable.

It doesn't matter if the trachea is cut, as long as you don't breathe.

"Your name is Yiluo, isn't it... yes, it looks like it." Three generations clapped their hands and nodded.

Yi Luo naturally pretended to be dead. He deliberately showed madness and despair at the end, but he didn't actually give up.

In order to win Mo Poor's trust, he even threw away all the contents, so that he couldn't use stones to bear the freezing air just now.

He even made all the ancient assassins sober, just to convince Mo Poor that he had been forced to turn into stone.

All of this is to get another chance for personal attack.

"Sa!" Yiluo rushed forward again regardless of his injuries.

Mo Poor's dagger flew out, and he didn't even hide, it hit his forehead.

Then the flying sword was deeply inserted into the head, and it didn't even stop, rushing straight to a distance of one meter from Mo Qiong.

Sometimes people can charge forward even if their heads are lost.

Mo Qiong sighed, and the bubbles in the seawater costume were gurgling.

He didn't dodge because Yiluo was dead.

Even on the way, he was forced to condense into a stone statue, maintaining a charging posture, with his right hand extended forward.

"After he failed in the air attack before, there were only a few seconds left. He didn't waste the last few seconds, and threw away the earth on his own initiative, just to wait for you to give him another chance to assassinate." Three generations Said.

Mo Poor shook his head, now he can't speak.

The third generation walked up to Yiluo's solidified statue solemnly, and drew a spiral pattern on it with his fingers.

Although he does not recognize his reason for fighting, he recognizes his determination to fight.

It is a simple ceremony for them to mourn their dead brother.

"May the light of truth shine." After Sandaixu finished painting, he drew something like an eye on Yiluo's forehead, and then drew a few lines around it to show a radial pattern.

Mo Poor's pupils shrank, this pattern... so familiar.

The double line spirals upward, surrounded by stars, with rules on the left and right, and eyes blooming like the sun on the top.

Tianzhi map?

"Hey! Coo coo coo coo coo coo coo coo coo coo!" Mo Poor hurriedly wanted to ask, but with his trachea cut off, he exhaled the last air in his lungs and couldn't make a clear sound.

Seawater prestige gushed out a bunch of bubbles, Sandai and the others had no idea what he was talking about.

The third generation leaned over to pick up the yellow ore and said, "I know what you're going to ask. I told you to wait just now, not to cover him from attacking you, but to remind you that there is a price to pay for using earth awns."

"Cuckoo!" Mo Poor waved his hand, he didn't ask this.

The third generation nodded and said: "Well, I know you don't care about the price, but there is no need. The reason why I help you is because the assassin principle of this generation has been lost. I am worried...they are secretly doing a very taboo thing , such as the deification of all human beings..."

"This...is probably the reason why Yiluo wanted to kill you in the end. He didn't want you to know some secrets."

"Gu..." Mo Poor was out of breath, so he could only make a gesture of letting go.

Three generations smiled and restored Lord Gou in a moment of thought.

"I only have one minute, let your boss come to see me." After Sandai finished speaking, he immediately turned all seven ancient assassins including himself back into tombstones, and remained silent.

They want to keep fresh at the last minute and want to know the assassin's secret? Okay, let the boss of the Blue and White Society come to see him.

Mo Poor looked at the contents that fell on the ground, but did not move.

Since the third generation has already done it for him, there is no need for him to touch it, and he has already guessed the side effect, which is basically turning him into a stone forever.

Next, Lord Gou planed the sand everywhere, looking for various props that he had dropped.

After finding some medicine, come over and apply it to Mo Poor.

Mo Poor glanced at Master Gou's naked body, Master Gou was taken aback for a moment, then remembered that he was still naked, and immediately punched Mo Poor on the chin.

"Bang!" Mo Poor was sent flying more than ten meters away, his jaw was shattered on the spot, and his mouth was gasping.

When he got up, Lord Gou found a few rags from nowhere and wrapped them around, and then came over and squeezed out ointment to heal his wounds.

"..." Mo Poor gave him a blank look, and simply closed his eyes.

Two minutes later, a helicopter formation arrived on the scene.

"Mo Poor! Is two tons of strong acid enough!" Olga shouted from the helicopter.

Mo Poor continued to close his eyes and pretended to be dead, Master Gou stretched out his **** and said, "Come down to wash the floor!"

Olga looked at Mo Poor as 'unconscious' and thought he was about to die, so she quickly jumped down from the sky with a doctor in her arms.

Ten minutes later, Olga, who had already figured out the situation, said, "It turns out that... the assassins are fighting among themselves?"

"It's not internal strife, it's a conflict between ancient and modern ideas." Lord Gou has already put on his clothes and turned back into an adult.

Mo Poor's trachea was repaired, and he said hoarsely: "Just now... I know the picture drawn by the third generation just now, it is the Mohist Tianzhi map."

"Ah? What does this have to do with the Mo family?" Master Gou asked strangely.

Mo Poor shrugged and said, "I don't know, I wanted to ask, but I couldn't speak."

"If it's just a spiral and eyes, that's fine. There are a compass and a ruler on the left and right sides of the question. Isn't this the symbol of Mohism?"

Grandpa Gou shook his head and said, "Compasses and rulers are also the symbol of free masons, um... free masons are also created by the Little Brotherhood."

"From the point of view of time, the little brother will appear after the Mo family... Hey, did the Mo family tell you that they spread the Tao to the west?"

Mo Poor recalled: "No, only Qin Huali took Zhu Rong's feather to the Far West."

"Are you back?" Lord Gou asked.

"I came back, but then disappeared." Mo Poor said.

Speaking, the two looked at each other in silence.

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