Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 2887 Step by step Jinghong: Since ancient times, love the emperor's family (31)

  The electric light flint turned his body sideways, and raised his left arm.

   "呲——"

  What pierced the flesh sounded!

Mo Liyan's expression was cold, and a vaguely bloodthirsty aura flashed. He squinted his eyes a little, and without delay, he killed the enemy with a sword in one hand, while the other hand did not hesitate to pull the hidden weapon that had penetrated his left shoulder. Out!

  The hidden weapon was in the shape of a diamond, with sharp barbs on each end. When it was pulled out, it pulled the left shoulder muscle. Every nerve ending was trembling violently, but his face remained unchanged and his expression was cold.

  Holding down one of the sections without even stopping for a while, pulled it out abruptly, a large swath of blood stained his left shoulder, his flesh and blood turned out, looking shocking!

  He took a look at the hidden weapon with the meager moonlight, the color on it was abnormally deep, and it was stained with blood.

   is poisoned.

  The young prince uttered a low voice, and quickly inserted a sword directly into the enemy's heart, and then pulled it out neatly, blood splattered!

  The assassin in the distance saw that he had not succeeded in shooting into the heart, and was a little reconciled, so he prepared a hidden weapon again, and wanted to aim at the heart of the slender figure.

  And just one second before he rubbed his entire palm--!

  Mo Liyan held the tip of the hidden weapon with one hand, locked the direction of the assassin in the darkness, and threw it directly!

   is the hidden weapon in the assassin's original hands. It fell into Mo Liyan's hands at this moment, and Yuan Shu was returned to the assassin. In the bitter voice that pierced the air, it was a sharp murderous intent and threatening anger!

   Faster, more ruthless, and more accurate!

  The assassin's expression began to become a kind of horror, which was a manifestation of extreme fear. He seemed to have seen an extremely unbelievable picture, and it was difficult for him to react for a while.

   "Pl--".

   was the sound of a hidden weapon falling silently to the ground, and along with such a sound, it was the sound of a sharp weapon piercing the throat forcibly.

  The assassin didn’t even have time to fly the hidden weapon in his hand. He had his corpse in a different place, and he fell to the ground weakly, unable to catch his eyes.

  After Mo Liyan solved the attacker in a few seconds, regardless of the wound on his shoulder or the spreading toxicity, he continued to kill with a sword in one hand, like a death god.

   until the end,

  There is a strong smell of blood in the air.

  The dark guard got Mo Liyan's order and directly grabbed a live mouth and took it away, and Zhang Liu, who was called to save by the assassins who had died at this moment, was already so scared that the six gods had no master.

Mo Liyan leaned against the tree trunk beside him to rest for a while. He inserted the long sword into the ground. He supported the hilt with one hand, while the other hand was firmly pressed on the position of his left shoulder, with black blood flowing down him. Flowing out from the gap in his fingertips, shocking.

  The prince's long eyelashes were slightly drooping, his fine eyelashes were trembling lightly, his face was abnormally pale, and he was breathing low.

  But his expression is as cold as ever.

After listening to Wei Xinglie's report, he opened his eyes and gave a low mutter after being quiet for a while.

   "My lord, you are injured!" Wei Xinglie frowned, staring at the **** wound on the young prince's left shoulder, a little worried but a little puzzled.

  According to the adult’s strength, it should be impossible to be injured, but this time...

   "Nothing." Mo Liyan scribbled the wound, but there was no way to get rid of the toxicity, let alone time to get rid of it. It was not clear what type of poison it was, but there was an obvious tendency to spread, making consciousness more and more drowsy.

  Mo Liyan forced herself to wake up, calmly enough commanded: "Return to the city."

  The army horses here have searched for them, and no secrets or clues have been found on them, let alone who they are.

Although they said they came to save Zhang Liuwai, in the massacre just now, a small group of people wanted to take Zhang Liuwai away, and the rest seemed to have purposely attacked Mo Liyan and Mo Li. People brought by Yan Yan.

  If you really came to save Zhang Liu, it would be impossible to be so in love with each other.

unless……

   their true purpose,

   is not Zhang Liu.

  The so-called Zhang Liu is nothing more than a chess piece to cover people's ears.

  Wei Xinglie was startled by the thoughts in his heart. His back was cold and sweaty. He couldn't help but glance at the prince's straight and arrogant figure in the middle of the night, and once again squeezed a sweat for Mo Liyan.

  In fact, Mo Liyan already had an answer in his heart. His eyes were brewing and rolling in a cold temper under the calmness, and there was a kind of evil that broke through his bones.

  After giving the order, he turned on his horse again, not caring about the injuries on his body and hurried to the direction of the capital.

   In order to kill him, Mo Qingcang was really willing to use it.

  This time the secret order mission,

  If he was really killed, it would be nothing more than an accident. If not, if Zhang Liu presents various dangers to the final guilt, he will also be held on his body.

  And now,

  He needs to take the prisoners who have been imprisoned without hesitation, immediately and immediately, all the way back to the capital to return to the palace.

  When it comes to the capital,

  The night is getting darker, and the rows of shops and houses on both sides of the street have turned off their lights earlier and sleep in the dark.

  The iron rider stepped through the stone road and cut through the night.

  Mo Liyan's clothes were constantly flapping by the cold wind, drawing a chill like a sharp blade.

  His expression was shrouded in darkness, cold and dangerous, more mysterious and unpredictable.

  The wound that had just been scribbled due to violent action was torn open again, and blood was flowing down his left shoulder non-stop, dripping long blood marks on the ground.

finally,

  He spoke suddenly, his voice low and dumb: "Wei Xinglie, you should go to the palace first."

  Wei Xinglie was surprised when he heard such a sentence off guard, "My lord, what about you?!"

  Mo Liyan pressed his thin white lips tightly, and vomited a non-hesitating sentence: "This king will go later."

"My lord, this is absolutely forbidden!" Wei Xinglie stopped him without even thinking about it. He gritted his teeth: "When something like that happened just now, the emperor wanted to catch you! And the emperor made it clear that he must reply immediately. Gong Fuming, if you know that you are leaving halfway, I'm afraid I will trouble you!"

Mo Liyan clenched the reins, his gaze locked in the darkness at the end of the long street, as if he wanted to see someone through that darkness, every word he paused, every word Binghan said: "This is an order. ."

  After speaking,

He did not allow Wei Xinglie’s hesitating and persuasive reaction. He rode his horse between the sparks and sparks, raising the dust on the ground, and the lonely and slender figure quickly disappeared from sight, but Wei Xinglie could still see. Obtained the traces of blood on the far away road.

  (End of this chapter)