"It was frightened." Mo Li sighed while rubbing the horse's mane.

Meng Qi put down Mr. Qiu and held his arms and looked at the slow horse coldly.

——Why didn’t Dr. Mo say that the gerbil was frightened? He didn’t even touch it a few times.

The slow horse gradually recovered under Mo Li's comfort. Mo Li took off the wreckage of the carriage hanging on the horse's body and handed the horse over to Mr. Qiu.

Mr. Qiu was very confused. At this moment, he was so dizzy that he couldn't tell the difference between the east, south, west and north, and could not hear anything.

Meng Qi carried Mr. Qiu onto the horse.

"Here!" Meng Qi identified the direction and continued to go to the official road.

After walking for a while, Mo Li suddenly looked up at the forest beside the road.

Someone was ambushing.

Mo Li immediately had a slightly sank. The moment she landed, her right foot exerted force and four or five stones were kicked up.

With a tweak, the stone immediately changed its trajectory and shot out towards the woods.

At the same time, Meng Qi raised his left hand, which was not in the hands of the person, and drew a half arc in the void.

The internal force bursts out, and the fallen leaves dance wildly.

"KaKaKaKa."

A series of rapid sounds of springs, and ropes appeared near the ground and tree trunks. It was obvious that the trap had been set up by someone.

Some ropes bring out flying sharp blades, while others buckle it into a large net.

Unfortunately, these traps were in vain. Meng Qi swept across the ground ahead with his internal strength, causing the mechanism to inspire him in advance.

Meng Qi kept rushing past.

Mo Li followed closely behind, holding the reins in his hand, and touched his waist with the other hand.

Mr. Qiu hurriedly hugged the horse's neck, looked at the traps in horror, and shouted, "This cannot be left, the horse cannot pass through."

——This is a slow horse!

Meng Qi stretched out his hand back at the right time, and Mo Li accurately threw the soft sword over.

The purple sword light swept by, and the sword energy cut off dozens of trees, and the net rope hanging on the branches of the tree also flipped over.

Mr. Qiu looked up and saw the slowly falling tree trunk, and his eyes were almost falling out.

I'm going to be hit!

At this time, the knife in Mo Li's sleeve made a move, and seven swords were slashed in an instant. The entire tree trunk was cut into similar shapes and sent into the pits that appeared on the ground.

The horse's hooves steadily stepped on the tree trunk and ran quickly through the trap area.

It was not until this time that a silhouette appeared in the forest, which was smashed by the stones thrown by the Mo Li.

They whistled, followed by the familiar sound of the machine spring.

"crossbow."

Meng Qi snorted coldly, and he turned around and exchanged positions with Mo Li, protecting Mo Li and others behind him.

Holding the sword, the sword is as sharp as a mountain, and the arrow like a rain falls to the ground.

Meng Qi kept his feet, facing the second wave of arrow rain, another sword move was made.

The sword energy is erratic and erect, like a rising dragon, and rushes directly to the crossbow and where the arrow comes.

"boom."

The trees fell down, and all the people who had not had time to escape were pressed down.

Meng Qi stood on the trunk of the slanted tree with a sword, and looked down on him: "Hidden your head and exposed your tail, is this the only skill in the Holy Lotus Altar?"

The author has something to say: The fat mouse is very angry when he is ambushing and plotting again and again. The fat mouse is not powerful. Do you think it is a meat dumpling?

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Chapter completed!