This was not the first time that Xu Zizhen was in a coma, nor was it the first time that he woke up from pain, but this time he felt a severe pain that he had never experienced before, causing him to wake up from the coma with a cry of pain.
By the time, his whole body was soaked with cold sweat, and his hands and feet were twitching involuntarily.
His chest, ribs, waist, and back were all filled with pain from the inside out. Xu Zizhen was a person who was used to getting injured in fights. He knew that this kind of feeling was only caused by severe internal injuries. That bastard of Wang Shiwei
Dan had done something very dirty. I am afraid that his current injuries will not be able to recover unless he takes a month or two to heal himself, and this is only if Zhao Qi and Wang Fu are willing to let him go.
Xu Zizhen took a breath, and immediately felt a sharp pain in his chest and abdomen, which made him gasp.
Hiss! Damn it, my spleen is ruptured.
He managed to open his eyes and found that he was still tied tightly to the pillar, his upper body clothes had been taken off, and his chest was covered with blood. Su San was still sitting not far away, staring at him with a pair of big eyes.
, a row of shell teeth bit her lip tightly, and she didn't even notice that her lips were covered with blood.
Su San was obviously overjoyed to see Xu Zizhen wake up, and two tears welled up from the corners of her eyes. Xu Zizhen forced a smile, and was about to comfort her a few words, but found that there was someone beside him, with his back to her, sitting on the table next to him.
A strong medicinal smell hit my nostrils.
Huh? This back looks very familiar!
Xu Zizhen was still guessing his identity, but the man turned around, and an old face full of wrinkles appeared in front of him, and Xu Zizhen couldn't help but be startled.
Mo Jingxia!? Why is it this old fox?
He escaped from Prince Yun's mansion that time, and there was no news from him. Xu Zizhen was a little regretful about this, but he didn't expect to see him again at Zhao Qi's place not many days later.
Mo Jingxia seemed to be expecting him to wake up, and said hello with a smile on his face: "Mr. Xu, I haven't seen you for several days, how did you end up like this? Tsk, tsk, things are really unpredictable."
Xu Zizhen also grinned, showing two rows of teeth stained with blood: "Isn't this Old Mo? Why, you can't survive in Prince Yun's Mansion and you become a dog under Prince Jing? You, a professional old dog, must work hard to be a dog."
The corners of Mo Jingxia's eyes twitched, and then he smiled and said: "His Royal Highness King Jing is kind and generous, and it is an honor for me to serve for him. Does Mr. Xu think that the only place in the world that is good for him is King Kang and Zhao Gou's Mansion?"
Xu Zizhen said: "Stop talking nonsense, just tell me what you are doing here."
A strange smile appeared on Mo Jingxia's lips: "Of course I'm here to save your life, Mr. Xu." As he spoke, he raised his right hand, and there was a silver needle on his fingertip.
Xu Zizhen was a bit dumbfounded. He didn't expect that Mo Jingxia saved him when he woke up. However, as soon as he had this idea, he suddenly realized that Mo Jingxia must not have good intentions when saving him. Combined with what Zhao Qi and Wang Fu said before, they must have borrowed money to save him.
This is an opportunity to torture myself to relieve my anger.
Guard Wang here beats him, and Mo Lao Gou rescues him there. He suffers every day, but he can't die.
Xu Zizhen's eyes rolled rapidly. He didn't want to suffer like this in the following days. He looked at the silver needle getting closer and closer to him, but he couldn't think of a good plan for a while. He forced a smile and said: "Oh, no
Thinking that you are still a master, Lao Mo, and you could heal me from such a serious injury, I thought I was doomed by this miscalculation."
Mo Jingxia slowly raised his hand and said with a sad smile: "I only have a brief understanding of Qihuang. To say that it can be cured is an exaggeration, but it is possible to save Mr. Xu's breath." As he spoke, he raised his hand to hold the needle.
Penetrate.
Xu Zizhen suddenly felt a sharp stabbing pain in his chest. The pain was so painful that he wanted to curl up. He couldn't help but yelled: "Mo Jingxia, you old bastard, you have the guts to kill me, or else I will take off my clothes one day."
I will chop you up and feed you to the dogs!"
Mo Jingxia's threats to him seemed to go unheard, and he continued to twist and shake slowly with his hands, completely ignoring Xu Zizhen's screams of pain one after another.
Su San saw Xu Zizhen's pain and immediately understood Mo Jingxia's motives. She kept struggling like crazy, making the chair underneath her creak. Unfortunately, two big men behind her held her down tightly, making her
She couldn't move at all, her lips were bitten even more, and the corners of her eyes were almost split, but she could only scream: "Xu Zizhen!"
Xu Zizhen seemed to be woken up by the shout. He reluctantly raised his head and smiled at Su San, casting a comforting look. Suddenly, something moved in his heart, and he endured the severe pain and whispered to Mo Jingxia: "You too
From Tianluo, right? From which church?"
Mo Jingxia's movements obviously paused, a flash of surprise quickly flashed in his eyes, and then he quickly regained his composure. He glanced around him without leaving a trace, and said with a chuckle: "It's easy to say, I am the leader of Chitang.
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Chitang? I don’t know how many halls there are in Tianluo, and which hall Yan Yucong is from...
Xu Zizhen muttered secretly. He had no intention of asking Tian Luo's situation clearly. It was impossible for Mo Jingxia, an old fox, to explain everything to him. It was good to be able to confirm his true identity.
Perhaps this question startled Mo Jingxia, and his silver needle stopped moving. Xu Zizhen also breathed a sigh of relief, and today's torture could finally stop for a while.
Mo Jingxia put away the needle with a smile and returned to the table to look at the medicine he was boiling.
Xu Zizhen suddenly noticed that Mo Jingxia's legs were a bit uneven and he was limping when he walked. He blurted out: "Why are you limping?"
Mo Jingxia turned around suddenly, his eyes became extremely gloomy, but soon returned to normal, he just smiled lightly and said: "Young master Xu, noble people often forget things. That day in Prince Yun's mansion..."
When he said this, Xu Zizhen remembered that Mo Jingxia used a smoke bomb to escape that day, but Xiao Nongyu reacted quickly. She rushed over as soon as the smoke started. Xu Zizhen still remembered that the girl had a short knife in her hand.
, but when I came back, the knife was gone. I think it flew out and stayed on the old bastard's leg.
Thinking of this, the anger in his heart suddenly calmed down a lot, and he even felt a strong sense of pleasure. Mo Jingxia just pretended not to see him and gloated about his misfortune, and raised his voice and shouted: "Ajishan!"
As soon as the voice fell, a rickety figure walked over from a distance, and the dim light shone on the man's face. Xu Zizhen, even the bravest one, was frightened and took a breath of air-conditioning. Su Sanqiu looked up and saw the man,
He was so frightened that his face instantly turned pale, and he closed his eyes tightly, refusing to look there again.
The person who came was a servant, his head was full of pits and scars, less than half of his left ear was left, and only a small piece of flesh was left there. The most terrifying thing was his face, which was almost not normal anymore.
It looked like a human face. There was no intact skin on the entire face, and there were all irregular scars left by the fire. There were only two holes where the nose should have been, and the holes were very dark and gritty.
Mo Jingxia laughed sinisterly and said: "It's getting late, I should go and rest. This is my disciple Ajishan. He will take good care of Mr. Xu, don't worry."
His last word "don't worry" emphasized his tone, and coupled with the fake smile on his lips, Xu Zizhen sensed a trace of malicious intent.