Chapter 2133 Don’t touch me, let me lie down

Mo Nanjue took out the rope from his waist and pulled it down gently, "This is much easier to use than the vine."

Men in black came out one after another, and one of them took a stick and handed it to Mo Beiyan.

After the people in front walked away, a few people came out from behind the woods. Mo Nanjue looked up and said, "You go through first, and I will deal with the aftermath."

Mo Beiyan tugged on the rope in his hand, "I'll go first!"

As he spoke, he untied the top chain, raised his hand and threw the rope out. It hung on the tree trunk opposite with a hiss. Mo Beiyan stretched out his hand and pulled it, "I'm leaving!"

He wrapped the rope around his arm, kicked off the tree trunk with his long legs, and swung his body instantly...

Mo Nanjue was looking down at the tracker when the man in black next to him suddenly exclaimed, "Oops, I took the wrong one. The rope that Young Master used was the one developed by Young Master An..."

At this moment, Mo Beiyan felt the rope on his arm loosen. He squinted his eyes and found that the rope hanging on the tree trunk opposite began to break!

"Fuck! What the fuck is this?!"

The other person was still in mid-air and would fall into the swamp if he made the slightest mistake. Mo Nanjue quickly threw away the tracker, threw the rope in his hand and wrapped it around his arm, stepping on the branches and swinging out!

Tear--

The rope on Mo Beiyan's arm was completely disconnected, and he fell into the swamp, "Damn it, this will break too?!"

Is he that fat?!

Mo Beiyan had no time to react when someone suddenly hugged him around the waist. Mo Nanjue used both hands to push hard on his back!

"careful!"

After Mo Beiyan was pushed out, he just rolled onto the lawn on the other side. Mo Nanjue swung over immediately, and the rope in his hand was cut into his arm due to excessive force. The man pursed his thin lips tightly and fell down without any force.

The rising wind frightened away the birds hovering on the branches...

Mo Beiyan propped up his body and walked over. Mo Nanjue was lying on his side without moving. The man squatted down and found that he was clutching his right arm, "What's wrong?"

Mo Nanjue frowned, and the muscles in his right arm throbbed with pain. He gritted his teeth and squeezed out every word with difficulty, "Don't touch me, let me lie down."

"Don't touch you yet. Did you hurt your hand? Let me take a look," Mo Beiyan said, trying to grab his shoulder. Mo Nanjue suddenly turned his head with a sinister look in his eyes, "Don't touch me!"

"..."

So angry.

Mo Beiyan squatted beside him and did not move any more. Several men in black also came over one after another, "Young Master, I'm sorry, I took it by mistake..."

Mo Beiyan waved his hand, and the man in black walked over a few steps, "Young Master..."

"Stop talking and let him lie down."

Mo Nanjue tilted his head, his delicate side face touching the grass. His right arm hurt as if someone was about to twist it off. He was very familiar with this feeling...

He has experienced it countless times in the past four years, and he has been able to tolerate it very well, but every time during the adaptation period, the pain is still so painful that he cannot stand up.

It was just because it was so familiar that he didn't dare to move.

One movement may affect all the nerves in the body...

As time passed, Mo Beiyan took the tracker from the man in black. The little red dot was getting further and further away, and was gradually out of the tracking range.

He struck back and didn't intend to say anything, but Mo Nanjue suddenly raised his head slightly and asked, "How far is it?"

Mo Beiyan reached out and held his shoulder, "How are you?"

"Okay," Mo Nanjue let go and clenched the five fingers of his right arm. The pain gradually dissipated, leaving only a slight jump. He sat up, his face covered with beads of sweat, "Let's go."
Chapter completed!