On Our Wedding Night, His Highness Can't Continue His Acting After Reading My Mind!

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  The voice was hoarse, chaotic, and thick. It didn't sound like a human being, but more like the roar and roar of a wild animal. One after another, people who listened in the dark night were shocked.

  Nangong Mo looked at Yunran in his arms, silently wrapped the coat she was wearing tightly, and quietly grasped the hilt of the soft sword with one hand.

  A dark cloud drifted past, covering a round of moonlight, the light between the sky and the earth suddenly dimmed, and a dark wind blew past, making it cold and ghostly.

   There was the sound of fast and hasty footsteps accompanied by the dark wind, like drumbeats, shaking the ground and shaking the mountains.

  A group of black figures appeared in the night, they looked like tall and strong adult men, they moved fast, but their movements were very stiff.

  The night is too dark to see their appearance clearly, only to feel that they are densely packed in all directions at a glance, and people who look at it are secretly shocked.

   "Aww—"

  Suddenly, one of them leaped up and rushed towards Nangong Mo, waving its hands, and howled like a wolf.

   Nangong Mo waved his sleeve, and a silver sword light flashed across. The black shadow let out a strange cry, and one arm was cut off by the root and fell into the snow with a bang.

   What flowed out was not red blood, but a pool of dark green liquid.

  The black shadow whose arm had been cut off seemed to feel no pain, and screamed strangely again and rushed towards Nangong Mo. At the same time, more than a dozen black shadows rushed to the front, waving their arms at the same time and rushed towards Nangong Mo.

   He even opened his mouth a little bit wide, revealing his sharp teeth, biting towards Nangong Mo.

  Nangong Mo squinted his eyes and sized them up while repelling the black shadows that rushed up.

  They obviously have the appearance of a human being, walking upright and waving their arms, but their teeth are like wild beasts, sharp, narrow and sharp.

  Having their hands cut off by him, they didn't even look at the arm that fell on the ground, and continued to charge forward with screams.

   Having their legs cut off, they dragged their bodies and crawled forward, still stubbornly rushing towards Nangong Mo.

   Even, some were beheaded by a sword, leaving only the body, and they still did not forget to charge.

   What's more, some were divided into two, leaving only half of them, still waving half of their arms and using half of their bodies to charge forward screaming.

  The picture is somewhat weird.

  Nangong Mo looked at those crazy 'human beings', and his thoughts fluctuated in his heart: These things look like humans instead of humans, and beasts instead of beasts. Could it be...the legendary medicine man who was specially refined with secret techniques?

  No self-awareness, no pain, only the order given to them by the "master" in their minds: if the task is not completed, they will never give up.

  Looking at the whole or half of the medicine men rushing in like a tide, Nangong Mo ignored the piercing pain in his chest, and secretly mobilized his inner strength to pour on the blade.

  Dancing with the silver sword in his hand, he pulled out countless sword flowers, and the sword moved with his heart, drawing a Tai Chi Eight Diagrams pattern in the wind.

  The moment the diagram was drawn, Nangong Mo suddenly cut through his palm and sprinkled blood in the center of the diagram.

  Like a bunch of sparks instantly igniting fireworks, a dazzling light bloomed in the night sky.

  There is a ten thousand zhang light emitting from the Tai Chi diagram array, covering thousands of miles. The medicine men who screamed and only knew to charge madly were shrouded in golden light, as if they were baptized by the holy light, the madness gradually disappeared and became calm.

  Finally, he collapsed to the ground like a puppet whose soul had been extracted, and his body turned into a wisp of powder and dissipated in the wind.

  If it wasn’t for the smelly, musty smell of rotting corpses that still lingered in the air, all this would have seemed like a dream, as if they had never appeared before.

  The Tai Chi diagram array in the sky slowly disappeared, and Nangong Mo also spit out a mouthful of blood suddenly, and his body seemed to have been severely injured and half-kneeled on the ground.

  The first thing he protected was not himself, but the girl in his arms, for fear of falling her.

   And the wound on his chest was bleeding out continuously, and the white clothes had already been soaked in blood.

  Originally, he had sealed several important acupuncture points around his body for hemostasis, which would undoubtedly restrict his internal strength. Just now, in order to deal with the men in black, especially those crazy medicine men, he unlocked the acupuncture points, which caused the wound to bleed profusely.

   "Master!"

  (end of this chapter)