Black Bellied Prince’s Stunning Abandoned Consort

"If you die, I will manage Yueliang Palace for you." Mo Wenchen also laughed wildly. He had never taken Zi Wuya seriously, even though he was defeated by him once.

However, he believed that he could surpass him.

"Huh." Zi Wuya snorted coldly, narrowed his eyes, and took a breath: "Wait to die."

The two of them are really evenly matched now, there is no difference at all.

Mo Wenchen was poisoned, but Zi Wuya exhausted his internal strength.

"Wen Chen, we must not let him take away the resurrection grass. Without Qiqi, no one can leave here alive, not even Chu Fan." Hua Chi took a breath and said loudly.

Upon hearing Hua Chi's words, Zi Wuya's face darkened and he seemed to hesitate. He also knew this fact.

Without the moon soul in Su Qiqi's hand, no one can get out of the Soul-Desolating Pavilion.

Even if he recovers as before, he can't leave here.

So he secretly clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. He was quite conflicted.

He really wanted a resurrection plant.

But if you get the resurrection grass, you can't leave here, and it doesn't make any sense.

So he hesitated and found it difficult to make up his mind.

"Wen Chen, kill him," Hua Chi said again before spitting out a mouthful of black blood. He couldn't hold on much longer.

"Okay." Mo Wenchen also nodded coldly and uttered a single word without raising the Xuanyuan Sword because he had no strength left.

He can only fight Zi Wuya with his bare hands.

Zi Wuya didn't move, his eyes filled with hesitation.

The corners of his mouth were pursed tightly, as if he was thinking about something.

"Wait a minute." Before Mo Wenchen could make a move, Zi Wuya shouted: "I'll let you go first."

"Humph." Mo Wenchen murmured coldly and did not move. He slowly retracted his hand and let out a deep breath.

He knew that if he really wanted to take action, both he and Zi Wuya might die here.

He didn't want to die either, at least he had to hand the resurrection grass into Su Qiqi's hands first.

Now Zi Wuya wants a truce, of course he agrees.

"Hua Chi, Hua Chi" Mo Wenchen ignored Zi Wuya and walked towards Hua Chi, patting his back gently, hoping that he would wake up.

However, Hua Chi fell asleep again.

His face was already black and blue, and even his lips were blue.

It seems that he has been deeply poisoned and may be unable to save himself.

But he didn't give up on Hua Chi. He shook his shoulders and put him on his shoulders again.

However, he was still wary of Zi Wuya, so he walked forward after staying some distance away from him.

Zi Wuya didn't care, shrugged his shoulders, and followed Mo Wenchen.

However, he saw that Mo Wenchen's steps were a little frivolous and unsteady at all. He didn't say anything, let alone offered to help him carry Hua Chi.

Just following behind as if watching the fun.

Seeing that he was about to arrive at his destination, Zi Wuya suddenly opened his eyes wide, stepped forward with a sharp lunge, and attacked Mo Wenchen, who was walking messily.

Mo Wenchen, who had been guarding him all the time, turned into a hug while carrying Hua Chi, and turned sideways to avoid Zi Wuya's sneak attack.

Then, he turned around and looked at Zi Wuya coldly: "It turns out that Zi Xianren is such a villain."

The tone was full of disdain.

"As long as you achieve your goal, then the world will be yours, and no one will care whether you are a villain or a gentleman." Zi Wuya didn't care either, he didn't care about reputation at all.

What he said is correct, as long as he is the monarch of the world, he alone has the final say whether it is good or bad.

Mo Wenchen closed his eyes tightly, put Hua Chi aside, and then took a deep breath. Now he was really at the end of his rope.

We can only take one step at a time.

"Hand over the resurrection grass." Zi Wuya said coldly: "It can also make your death more pleasant."

"It's still unclear who will win." Mo Wenchen has never been a master who admits defeat, so of course he won't hand it over.

"Okay, let's give it a try." Zi Wuya got ready for a fight. Even if he didn't swallow this resurrection grass, he wouldn't be able to tolerate Mo Wenchen.

Because as long as Mo Wenchen was gone, he would have a way to control Su Qiqi.

Otherwise, Su Qiqi's heart is only for Mo Wenchen. Even if she can activate the moon soul, she will be no different to him.

It's better to take advantage of this moment to get rid of Mo Wenchen.

You know, this is a rare opportunity that will never come back.

This time, Hua Chi fainted completely and did not wake up again.

Mo Wenchen said nothing, conserving his strength. He had to kill Zi Wuya with one move, because he didn't have the strength to deal with him.

Zi Wuya had a smile on his face, as if he didn't care.

He was absolutely sure to get rid of Mo Wenchen, because he could see that Mo Wenchen was so poisoned that he could no longer walk unsteadily.

Without any warning, Mo Wenchen and Zi Wuya suddenly moved and pounced on each other with great murderous intent, vowing to kill each other.

At this point, Mo Wenchen no longer cared that the body in front of him belonged to Zi Wuya, because if he didn't kill Zi Wuya, Zi Wuya would kill him.

Therefore, he can no longer be merciful.

They all attacked the opponent with their bare hands, using all their strength. Zi Wuya still had some magic power in his body, so he had the upper hand, but Mo Wenchen was just as powerful even with his bare hands.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them had already passed more than a dozen moves, and they were indistinguishable.

Zi Wuya actually admired Mo Wenchen. It was really remarkable that he could sustain it for so long in such a situation.

It's not something ordinary people can hold on to.

After a few more moves, Zi Wuya gradually gained the upper hand, and Mo Wenchen felt a little exhausted.

He was able to hold on until now only because he was thinking about Su Qiqi and wanted to save Su Qiqi.

He couldn't let anything happen to Su Qiqi, even if it cost him his life.

Mo Wenchen couldn't see the enemy, so he retreated with a feint, shook himself, and spat out a large mouthful of blood. The blood had turned black, and it was obvious that the poison had entered his lungs.

Looking at it like this, even if Zi Wuya didn't take action, Mo Wenchen wouldn't live much longer.

As long as Zi Wuya doesn't let him move forward, that's all.

"Hand it over, you can't deliver it to that girl." Zi Wuya sneered and stretched out his hand with an arrogant look on his face.

Thinking that Mo Wenchen would die soon, he felt particularly good.

The person he fears the most is Mo Wenchen. This person's strength is immeasurable.

He had to be on guard.

"Impossible." Mo Wenchen stood up straight and said coldly, while looking around, thinking about how to get rid of Zi Wuya and just send the things to Su Qiqi's hands.

Seeing him like this, Zi Wuya didn't move. Instead, he dusted the corner of his robe and sat down lightly. He was blocking the road to prevent anyone from leaving.

Seeing him like this, Mo Wenchen understood what he wanted to do, and felt helpless for a moment.

Meeting such an opponent, he really went crazy.

As time went by, Mo Wenchen felt more and more confused, and even lost consciousness. The poisonous gas attacked his heart, and he was really helpless. He was afraid that he would not be able to see Su Qiqi for the last time.

But he hasn't handed the resurrection grass into Su Qiqi's hands yet, and Su Qikai is still living in great pain.

How can he change the current situation?

Looking at Hua Chi again, he was still lying there motionless.

It's hard to tell whether he's dead or alive.

"What if you die in a while, I can still take out the treasure from your Void Cauldron." Zi Wuya continued. He didn't want the trouble to get to this point, but it was already like this, and there was no turning back.

He could never let Mo Wenchen go back alive, otherwise everyone would exclude him.

And they will deal with themselves unanimously.

Hua Chi's fingers moved, only once.

But Mo Wenchen saw it. At that moment, he saw hope and knew that Hua Chi must have summoned someone so that the current situation could be changed. Shao Hua Ji: Xiaoyao Abandoned Concubine:

He really couldn't hold it anymore.

After just waiting for a long time, Mo Wenchen felt that his consciousness had begun to fade, and he could not wait for the rescuers.

Zi Wuya didn't notice Hua Chi's movements and still sat there leisurely, observing Mo Wenchen at all times.

While counting the time, Mo Wenchen would definitely fall if he counted dozens more.

Sure enough, he counted to ten one by one. Mo Wenchen raised his head bitterly, then spat out a mouthful of blood and sat there motionless.

Seeing this, Zi Wuya stepped forward and first tried Mo Wenfa's breath. It was already very weak. If he didn't feel it carefully, it would really be the same as having no breath at all.

Zi Wuya didn't hesitate and took out the Resurrection Grass. Then, he didn't forget to give Mo Wenchen a hand knife and let him lie down on the ground from sitting up.