His subordinates were originally divided.
If Di Fuyi was just Zuo Tianshi, these subordinates might have no scruples in taking action.
But if they also thought that Di Fuyi was the Holy Lord, how could these people still have the will to fight?
He was also a quick-reacting person and immediately sneered: "What nonsense are you talking about?
How can you be the Holy Lord?
You and he have different personalities at all, so don't put gold on your face."
Di Fuyi smiled lazily and said, "It's hard to say."
Everyone looked at me and I looked at you with doubts on their faces.
In fact, they all felt that Di Fuyi could not be the Holy Lord.
Mo Zhao was afraid of long nights and many dreams, so he immediately ordered: "This person still wants to impersonate the Holy Lord.
Don't be polite.
No matter who he is, you have offended him thoroughly this time.
If you let him escape, none of you will survive." kill him" Everyone looked at each other for a few times, and finally came to their senses.
I deeply feel that what Mo Zhao said is reasonable.
Almost none of the people here are from the right background.
They are all extremely evil people.
This time, Di Fuyi has been completely offended.
If he is allowed to escape, how can they survive?
So everyone gathered around them again, forming a human wall around Di Fuyi and the two of them.
Their swords were raised side by side, the spells were clasped on their fingertips, and murderous intent swirled throughout the hall like a storm.
Although Di Fuyi still had ninth-level spiritual power, he and Gu Xijiu were alone, and they were deep inside their lair.
They didn't believe that these two people could really change the world.
Man said that he is not a saint.
Even if he is, since he has been completely offended, he can only make mistakes and get rid of him completely.
The war is about to break out Gu Xijiu also stood up straight, knowing that this fierce battle was inevitable.
Fortunately, Di Fuyi's skills were still there, so she wouldn't have to fight alone.
Mo Zhao calmly retreated to the scene.
He was too seriously injured, but he had been holding on to the command.
Now that his morale had been boosted, he could breathe a little easier.
At this time, Dr.
Li approached him and said, "Honored Lord, how can I help you heal and bandage your wounds first?"
At the critical moment, this person is still loyal.
After all, Mo Zhao didn't know much about medicine.
Although he had stopped the blood flow just now, the wound was still burning with pain and he hadn't had time to bandage it.
He nodded slightly: "Thank you."
He retreated to a corner and spread his clothes, revealing a bloody wound.
Without saying a word, Dr.
Li took out bandages, cotton wool, potion, and ointment.
He held the potion and said, "Sir, your wound needs to be treated well.
Wash it first.
It should hurt a little.
Please bear with it."
The liquid was lavender in color, and it was a liquid commonly used to clean wounds.
It was similar to alcohol and had a sterilizing and disinfecting effect.
Mo Zhao said: "It doesn't matter."
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Doctor Li raised his hand and sprayed the medicine on his wound.
Mo Zhao suddenly held his hand holding the potion: "Wait a minute."
Doctor Li raised his eyes in surprise: "Honored Lord" Mo Zhao raised his hand and took the potion in his hand: "My loyal subordinate wants to test the potion first.
You spray it first and try it."
Before he could finish his sentence, the cold light in front of him suddenly appeared on Dr.
Li's left hand.
The long sword pierced Mo Zhao Mo Zhao was on guard, and sneered: "I knew you were fishy."
He cut it with his left hand, and sprayed the potion in his right hand towards Dr.
Li.
The two of them fought like lightning, and their speed was as fast as lightning
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