Chapter 210 Killer

   It was a strangely hot day. The sun was scorching the earth. The ground was a dazzling white. The trees on both sides of the road were shrunken. The horses pulling the carts were gasping for breath.

   "Please pour me a glass of water." Qiao Mo said to the servant in the carriage.

  The sweaty boy covered his reluctant expression, rubbed against the corner of the car wall, picked up the teapot and shook it, then turned his head and said, "Young Master Biao, there is no water."

   "Is there a tea stall outside?"

   The little servant looked out and said, "No, son, you'd better stick to it, there is a tea stall in the place where you just left the city."

  Qiao Mo closed his eyes and stopped talking.

   The little servant turned his eyes on Qiao Mo's face and pouted.

   is like this, still so delicate, do you think you are still a noble boy?

   On such a hot day, you have to run out to add money for sesame oil. Isn’t this a toss up.

  The boy wiped off his sweat and lifted the door curtain to urge the driver: "Hurry up, Young Master Biao is thirsty."

   The coachman swung his whip: "It can't be fast, it's too hot, and the horse can't stand it any faster."

  The little boy put down the car door curtain in a irritable voice, and whispered: "This is really not the day to go out!"

  The voice just fell, the carriage suddenly came to a sudden stop, the little servant threw his whole body forward, and his forehead touched the wall of the carriage.

   "How did you drive the car?" The boy raised the door curtain and cursed.

  The driver pointed forward and said, "Little brother, there is a man standing there. If I hadn't stopped the car just now, I would have hit him."

   "I just hit it!" The little servant who had just hit his forehead got angry and muttered.

   "Who are you? Why are you standing in the middle of the road blocking the way?" the boy asked loudly.

   "Is Mr. Qiao Moqiao in the car?"

   "Yes, it's our cousin, do you have anything to do with our cousin?"

   "No big deal." The young man blocking the road stretched out his hand behind his back, revealing the knife in his hand.

   The little servant's eyes widened, and his voice changed: "You, what do you want?"

   The young man slowly raised the knife: "Kill someone—"

   Under the bright sun, the white light flashed, and the long knife struck with a chill.

   The boy shouted: "Wait—"

  The knife slammed in the air.

   "Wait until I get out of the way!" The little servant said the following words and ran away.

   The young man holding the knife was stunned for a moment.

   There are such little servants?

   He quickly came back to his senses and snorted coldly, "Young Master Qiao, die!"

The    long sword was raised, the cold light flashed, and the strong wind slashed towards the carriage.

  The already frightened coachman subconsciously whipped his whip and slashed at the horse.

  The horse neighed and ran forward.

   At this time, the knife had already slashed into the wall of the carriage, sunk deep into it, the carriage suddenly moved, and the knife in the young man's hand suddenly dropped out of his hand, and as the carriage ran several dozen meters away, it fell to the ground.

   "Stop for me!" The young man picked up the knife and ran.

  The boy shouted, "Take me!"

  The young man stopped suddenly and turned around.

   "You, what are you doing?" The boy took a few steps back, turned and ran.

  The young man flew up and kicked the little boy to the ground, then chased forward for a while, seeing that he couldn't catch up with the carriage, he had to go back, picked up the stunned little boy Shi Shiran and left.

   The chauffeur, who was extremely tense, was afraid that the young killer would catch up, and looked back frequently, seeing this scene in his eyes, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

   Fortunately, he ran fast, but fortunately the servant was too stupid to hold back the killer.

  Under the scorching sun, the driver threw his whip with all his might, and the horse pulling the chariot panted like a broken bellows, and finally fell to the ground with a bang.

   At that moment, the carriage fell to the side of the road, and the driver flew out and landed on the grass.

   "Cough cough cough cough." Qiao Mo's cough sounded.

  The driver who was caught by the fall took a while to get up and run over, and hurriedly opened the door curtain: "Biaozi, are you alright?"

  Qiao Mo leaned against the wall of the car, his face was a little pale, and he said weakly: "It's okay."

   "It's okay to be okay, okay to be okay. Young Master Biao, Mare is dead, this old slave will help you go."

  Qiao Mo got out of the carriage and gently brushed the hem of his clothes, his expression still calm: "No, let's go."

  The coachman stared ahead with wide eyes, a look of horror on his face.

  Qiao Mo followed the driver's line of sight, and saw a man in a gray coat wearing a scorpion standing not far away with a sword.

  The driver's face changed greatly: "Biaozi, it's not good, there is more than one killer!"

   He said how could he escape so easily, now he really has to explain his old life here!

   Looking at the killer who was approaching step by step, Qiao Mo felt a little dignified.

   Miss Li told him that she had arranged for a fake killer to attack on the way back from Dafu Temple and kidnapped the servant. This scene has just happened, so what happened to the killer in front of him?

  Why did the other party's aura and faint murderous aura make him feel uneasy?

  Qiao Mo took a step back slowly and thought of a possibility: Could it be that someone pushed the boat along the way, using the plan he and Miss Li made to come up with a plan and send a real killer?

  Qiao Mo is not afraid of death. As early as a fire was ignited in a house he was familiar with, and his relatives were buried in the disaster, he no longer feared death.

   is not afraid of death, but he cannot die.

  These thoughts flashed through Qiao Mo's heart, and he shouted coldly, "Run separately!"

  The driver was stunned for a while, then stretched out his arms to block in front of Qiao Mo: "Young Master Biao, run quickly, this old slave will block for you!"

After the    voice fell, the driver screamed and was kicked to the side of the road by the approaching killer.

   Qiao Mo turned and ran.

The    killer followed without a word, drew his sword and stabbed at Qiao Mo's back.

   "Young Master, watch out—" the driver tried to raise his head and shouted loudly.

   Qiao Mo stumbled under his feet and fell to the ground, just dodging the long sword.

  The killer turned his gesture, raised his sword and stabbed at Qiao Mo, who was lying on the ground.

   "Be careful, Young Master Biao!" the coachman shouted hoarsely when he saw that he was frightened.

  The sword stabbed down, Qiao Mo rolled, the tip of the sword stabbed into the ground, sending up bursts of dust, and then pulled it up again and continued to stab him.

  Qiao Mo was fascinated by the dust and couldn't see the direction of the sword, and could only feel a chill.

   Seeing that the sword that was shining with cold light was stabbing at Qiao Mo's heart, the driver was already frightened and shouted: "Biao Gongzi—"

The old coachman closed his eyes and waited for a while without hearing the screams. Instead, he heard the sound of metal hitting each other. He hurriedly opened his eyes carefully, and saw a young man with ordinary eyebrows and a gray-clothed man with a scorpion on his head. You come and I fight, swords, lights, swords and shadows, it is terrifying.

The old coachman got up and took a deep breath to encourage himself. While staring at the two who were fighting fiercely, he tiptoed in that direction, and finally moved to Qiao Mo's side. On the side, drag Qiao Mo and run.

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