Carry a sign-in system with you

Chapter 14

In the early morning at the end of February, there was a cool breeze.

The wind poured in along the collar, and it was better to pull the zipper.

The early bus arrived at the station, and Mo Ruzhi got on the bus alone.

He originally thought of going directly to the riverside in the suburbs, but after leaving home, he suddenly wanted to eat soup dumplings.

The shop is a bit far from here, but it's not as far as going to the suburbs, but Mo Ruzhi got on the bus as usual.

After 10 minutes, Mo Ru got out of the car.

The Tangbao shop is still hot, Mo Ruzhi waited for a while before waiting for a table.

The diners at the next few tables were chatting and laughing happily, and it was very lively, it seemed that he was a little lonely alone.

I don't know if Zhang Chenxing had a good meal in the morning.

That kid is not as well-behaved as he was when he grew up. He has learned a lot of broken habits, and being too lazy to eat breakfast is one of them.

After eating, Mo Ruzhi felt better.

After coming out, Mo Ruzhi looked at the time, and it was very close to his usual time for sword practice.

Mo Ruzhi stretched out his hand to call a taxi, and gave the name of a place in the suburbs.

After the car opened, Mo Ruzhi held his schoolbag and closed his eyes to rest.

The taxi stopped suddenly, Mo Weizhi didn't move.There are many traffic lights on the road, don't be surprised when you stop suddenly.

When he heard the voice, Mo Ruzhi frowned and opened his eyes.

"Uncle, if you want to pull people again, please send me to another place."

The taxi driver who rolled down the window and asked people turned around and said plausibly: "You see, he is so old, and he has been waiting here for so long but he has not waited for the car. It would be a pity if he was not allowed to get in the car. You are so young, why didn't you Have some sympathy."

Mo Ruzhi was almost amused, that person looked to be in his 30s, maybe younger than a taxi driver.It's really for making money, any reason can be said.

Mo Ruzhi was not in the mood to quarrel with the driver, with a sympathetic expression on his face, "You are right, then you can ask, if you go the same way as me, it will be considered as being with me, don't count his money."

The driver who originally wanted to earn some extra money: "..."

Of course the driver didn't want to, and as soon as he rolled his eyes, he began to think of a reason.On Mo Ruzhi's side, he was already late anyway, and it didn't matter if he was a little late, and let the driver make excuses.

The two of them were arguing here, and the person standing by the car was dissatisfied.

He looked around, saw no one noticed him, went around to the co-pilot, pulled it away and sat in.

Haven't talked about the price yet!The driver was unwilling, and just about to speak with an unswerving expression, his face changed drastically, and his voice trembled, "Old man, I, I, I have always been honest and never..." Before he could say the word "revenge", he was miserable. He didn't even yell, and the person fell on the steering wheel, and he couldn't die any more.

"Hmph, talking too much!" The murderer curled his lips and pulled out the dagger, wiped it on the driver's body, then pulled the driver out of the cab with all his strength and threw him out of the car.

Mo Ruzhi is stupid.The man moved so fast that he didn't even react at all.

It wasn't until the murderer threw the driver out of the car and the body hit the ground with a crashing sound that he didn't react.

Mo Ruzhi grabbed the doorknob as quickly as possible, opened it, and rushed out - this was originally his plan, but the plan couldn't keep up with the changes.

"Run!" the murderer said with a smile.

Mo Ruzhi looked at the gun in the murderer's hand, shaking his head like a rattle.

The murderer pointed at the co-pilot with a gun, "Sit over."

Mo Ruzhi moved towards the door with a whimper.

The murderer shouted: "Don't play tricks on me, step over from the middle."

Mo Ruzhi's expression changed, he took a deep breath, and stepped over.

"Yo, he's pretty handsome." After seeing Mo Ruzhi's face clearly, the murderer smiled and patted Mo Ruzhi's face with a dagger, "It's a pity."

The dagger was cold to the marrow, and Mo Ruzhi's nostrils were filled with the rusty and bloody smell of the murder weapon.

Just when Mo Ruzhi thought the murderer was going to attack him, the murderer cursed in a low voice and stepped on the gas pedal.

Mo Ruzhi grabbed the handle on the car door in time to avoid falling out.

For the rest of the time, the murderer acted as if Mo Ruzhi didn't exist, only caring about driving, looking at the side mirror from time to time, as if he was avoiding someone from chasing him.

Of course, Mo Ruzhi was unwilling to be the ghost of others, and kept looking for opportunities to escape, but he didn't do anything until the taxi ran out of gas and was forced to stop.

Mo Ruzhi had an indescribable feeling that whenever he had the thought of running away, he would feel a huge sense of crisis in his heart, which made him dare not act rashly.

Mo Ruzhi's sweat dripped down his cheeks onto his clothes.

The car stopped slowly, the murderer gritted his teeth and kicked the steering wheel.

Mo Ruzhi watched helplessly as the front and rear sides of the car separated!

After his whole body was exposed, he broke out in a cold sweat.

What a power!

If it were him, with his current strength, he could smash the door of the car with one kick, and split the whole car with one kick. He felt that even if his qi and blood reached 36 and the strength of his legs reached [-]-[-] kg, he would still be able to do so. It's hard to do.

Is this person a warrior? !

Thinking of this, Mo Ruzhi took a breath.

"Follow me!" The murderer lifted Mo Ruzhi out of the co-pilot like a little rabbit and threw him on the ground.

Before Mo Ruzhi could speak, a cold tubular object stuck to the back of his neck, "Go forward."

Mo Ruzhi resisted the urge to ask, and walked in with his mouth pursed.

Mo Ruzhi didn't speak, and the murderer didn't say anything, and the two walked in silence.

But these ten minutes were not in vain, Mo Ruzhi pretended to turn his head inadvertently several times, and found that the person behind him was walking with a limp.

This means that if the man is not lame, then he has a leg injury.

In addition, this person dared to kill and seize the car in public, so he must be a desperado.

Not killing him as a burden now is obviously treating him as a hostage.

Does that mean that there are pursuers behind him!

Especially when the murderer became impatient with the passage of time and repeatedly insulted and threatened Mo Ruzhi to speed up, Mo Ruzhi became more determined.

Mo Ruzhi had confidence in his heart and became more obedient to the murderer.

Seeing that Mo Ruzhi was submissive, the murderer thought that Mo Ruzhi was scared out of his wits, so he reduced his attention by three points and focused on the vigilance.

After walking for two hours, Mo Ruzhi smelled blood.

At the same time, a series of curses came from behind.

"Stop!"

Mo Ruzhi stopped obediently, his body stood a little bit sideways, and the corner of his eyes tried to move back.

When he saw that the murderer's right trouser leg was soaked in blood, his heart beat faster.

Before he could continue to think deeply, he saw a fierce light, and the murderous aura inside was almost condensed into a solid body.

Mo Ruzhi's heart beat violently, it's over, the villain has no patience.

How to do how to do? !

Mo Ruzhi's head was spinning so fast that it was on fire, but on the surface it seemed like he didn't know anything.

When the murderer told him to go over, he went over obediently, as if he didn't see the shiny dagger in his hand.

"Come here." The murderer said flatly.

Mo Ruzhi looked timid, but obediently leaned over.

A trace of pity flashed in the murderer's eyes, this kid is too good looking, if you change it, you must take it back and play with it, it's a pity that it will soon become a corpse!

When Mo Ruzhi walked less than one meter away from the murderer, he raised his hand, and two objects went straight to the murderer's right eye and left chest.

The murderer snorted coldly. In his eyes, Mo Ruzhi was just an ordinary high school student. Even a quasi-martial arts examinee was far different from him as a martial artist.

I have only heard of elephants stepping on ants to death, but have you ever seen an ant kill an elephant?

The two things thrown out are even more ridiculous. Does this kid just want to kill him with these two bouncy balls, huh? !

Thinking about it this way, the dagger in the murderer's hand chopped off two bouncy balls at a speed that was invisible to the naked eye.

The thing in the ball exploded instantly, smashing the head and face of the murderer who was close at hand.

"Ah! My eyes!" Even for warriors, eyes are vulnerable.

Chance!Mo Ruzhi tore off the schoolbag on his back, swung the round schoolbag and smashed it at the murderer's hand holding the dagger.

A warrior is worthy of being a warrior, even if his eyes are temporarily blind, he can identify his position by listening to the sound, and stabs at Mo Ruzhi's position with a dagger.

prick!The sound of a knife piercing a muscle.

Mo Ruzhi gritted his teeth, and kicked the murderer's right knee with the foot that moved together with the schoolbag!

There was a sound of Gaba, and the leg was broken, followed by a scream, and the murderer fell to the ground.

Even if the murderer is already a warrior, he began to temper his muscles and bones.Not to mention that the murderer's right leg was injured, even if he was not injured, it would be very difficult for him to be unable to withstand the force of seven or eight hundred kilograms from his foot without any precautions.

It is true that Mo Ruzhi kicked the car constantly, but it is still possible to deform the car by kicking it.

It's better to have no time to be excited when one foot makes a contribution. A warrior without a leg is also a warrior!

When he recovers, there will be no good fruit for him.

For the sake of my life, it is better to fight hard.

He grasped the dagger worn on his left arm, gritted his teeth and pulled it out, holding it in his right hand.

While much shorter than his usual sword, it was somewhat longer than a typical dagger.

At this point there was nothing to be picky about, it was better to hold the dagger in the posture of holding a sword.

In an instant, Mo Ruzhi's restless heart calmed down.

Attack with a sword.

The murderer closed his eyes, moved his ears, propped his injured leg up to escape easily, and at the same time showed a cruel smile at the corner of his mouth, afraid that the little bastard would run away and he would not be able to catch up, hehe, now he came to the door.

But soon, the smile on the corner of the murderer's mouth disappeared.

He touched the dagger on his chest with trembling hands, and uttered a few words "good swordsmanship" with difficulty!Then he fell back and passed away with hatred.

Mo Ruzhi stood in front of the corpse, his face pale.

He raised his hand, looked at the white fingers, his lips trembled, "I killed..."

He took two steps back, clutched his chest, turned his face away, and took a deep breath.

After a while, Mo Ruzhi turned around.He forced himself to walk up to the murderer whose name he still didn't know, forced himself to stare at the corpse.

He told himself that since he was going to take martial arts, such scenes would continue to appear in the future. If he couldn't adapt, he might as well go back to a liberal arts university as soon as possible.

Perhaps it was because the murderer personally killed a person in front of him, Mo Ruzhi adapted faster "than he thought".

After adapting, Mo Ruzhi didn't calm down. He knew that his swordsmanship had reached the point of perfection, which was quite good.But how good it is, he had no reference at all before.

To this day, he killed a warrior with the swordsmanship of ordinary goods bought from a warrior specialty store.Even if this warrior was blinded by him and his leg was broken badly, he is still a warrior.

Mo Ruzhi tried his best to control the corners of his mouth, and stepped forward to search for the spoils.

In the end, Mo Ruzhi found five things from this person, an unnamed card, a bottle of unknown medicine, a gun with some bullets, some coins, and the dagger that was in Mo Ruzhi's hand before.

Mo Ruzhi buried the card and the unknown medicine in a hidden place, leaving the rest untouched.

He found a place to sit down, bandaged his arm, took out his cell phone and made a call.

"Uncle Song, I've been hijacked!"