想(xiǎng )要(yào )识破莫飞(fēi )的行踪就很难了(le )。“杂(zá )碎,死吧(ba )!”莫飞在他抱头哀嚎的一刻,突(tū )然(rán )现身,手中(zhōng )剑(jiàn )毫(háo )不留情的扎进他得喉咙里,鲜血喷溅有如泉涌,但他还是没死,捂着喉咙,飞快的往(wǎng )后(hòu )跑,莫飞冷(lěng )冷(lěng )地一笑,对(duì )着他(tā )得背影扔出了狼王钉。这点疼(téng ),对(duì )于正经受(shòu )刺(cì )骨之痛的乌古依来(lái )说,就像(xiàng )瘙痒一(yī )样,根本感觉不到。他得生命(mìng )值只剩下95点,