Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 3019 Step by step Jinghong: Since ancient times, the emperor’s family (163)

  The prologue of this night of blood flowing into a river has completely opened its true face from this moment.

  The black lights in the capital were originally black, and all the people who fell asleep could hear the sound of iron horses passing by on the street. It was heavy, bloody, and cold, hitting people's hearts.

  They looked worried, kicked and uneasy, their doors were closed tightly, and no one dared to go out.

  In fact, for the people,

  All they need is a peaceful, prosperous and prosperous age and a wise monarch. As for who the monarch is in that high position, they don’t care the most.

  And here is the capital city of Chu, which is deeply trapped in turbulent waves and a dark river conspiracy,

  Only the Palace of Jin Dynasty, standing quietly in the night, is always calm, indifferent, as if isolated from the world.

"According to the adult's layout, Mo Rongxuan should enter the palace at this moment, and Mo Liyan has also rushed into the capital." Wei Ping's voice was calm and calm: "They will meet each other in the palace and kill each other. No matter who the winner is, there is only good and no harm to us."

Mo Liyan's long eyelashes drooped slightly, holding the snow-white Jinpa and gently wiping the long sword, reflecting the coldness in the night and snow, setting off his calmness and disappearance. The bottom of the eyes, once the light falls into it, it will be annihilated in a flash, the lines of the side face are cold and sharp, and the temperament is cold-blooded and calm: "Yeah."

"Let them prepare." The sword was wiped clean by King Jin. It was spotless, reflecting the sharpest and most dangerous light, cutting through the night, and his voice was clear and pleasant, like a touch of material on a mountain. The ice and snow also contained ruthless coldness.

   Wei solemnly responded: "Yes."

  Wang Jin looked down indifferently, looking at the jade pendant on the table, exquisite and clear, and it seemed to be glowing with moonlight.

   was carved after the jade pendant of Prince Jin’s Mansion, and it was also the evidence that he sent someone to assassinate Princess Shanyang. Mo Liyan took the jade pendant.

  But none of this matters.

  The only important thing is,

  This jade pendant was carved by that person himself, even if... it was to calculate him.

  Mo Liyan's fingertips gently rubbed the jade pendant, depicting the outline of every detail of the jade pendant, completely outlined.

  Count it up,

  This seems to be the only thing she left because of him.

  In order to kill him,

  That's it.

After a short period of silence, His Royal Highness King Jin took off the jade pendant that he was wearing, and then personally hung the crystal jade pendant on the table on his waist. His every move was solemn and solemn, an unparalleled treasure.

   Then,

He straightened up, his mysterious suit and armor, lined with a young and long body, and his back was straight and lonely, like bamboo and pine. That breathtakingly handsome face had no emotions, it was pure indifference and calm, which made people look up to. .

  Following his movements, the jade pendant hanging from his waist swayed from side to side, making a gentle sound, cold and white like moonlight.

"Let's go." King Jin stood in the night, his expression hidden in the darkness, his eyes were like an abyss, and his thin lips were lightly opened under the bridge of his nose. It was the wind and the light of the sky, and the words were cold and precious: "Qing, Jun, side."

He has laid out for many years, pulling chess pieces, and deliberately deliberately calculating the organs. Now, Mo Qingcang's body is weak and his temperament is tyrannical, forcing Mo Yelei's position as prince to be abolished, and forcing Mo Rongxuan to remain depressed when he is in a high position. The urn induces rebellion.

  Just for this moment.

  Sounds well——

   Qingjun side.

  In the palace,

  All the situation and every detail are exactly as Mo Liyan had expected.

  Heavy snow fluttered down, the size of catkins, the snow curtain blurred people's sight, mixed with the blood on the ground, nourishing the plum blossoms like blood.

  Blood flowed into rivers, bones everywhere.

  In the past, the luxurious and magnificent palace with carved beams and pillars was completely reduced to purgatory on this night, as if it were the master of the devil.

   Cursing, screaming, and killing.

  All mixed together, it becomes a symphony of death and beauty.

"Nizi! Nizi! I'm your father!" In the bedroom, Mo Qingcang even wore only a thin shirt, and his figure was thin. He knew that when he heard the figure outside the bedroom, he knew it was bad. , But there is no way.

  The entire imperial palace has fallen, and Chujing City was already empty, but now it is even more vulnerable.

  Mo Qingcang could only watch as Mo Rongxuan led the army to break in. His yellow fingers pointed at Mo Rongxuan tremblingly, and he kept cursing loudly.

Mo Rongxuan didn't care much. He wiped away the blood splashed on his face when he was murdering, approaching step by step, and laughed gently: "My good father, if you don't want to die... Just write down the edict."

"I promise, when you come, An Anxin will be your Supreme Emperor and take care of your life." He was laughing, leaning over and squatting on the former tyrant who was sitting on the ground in embarrassment. Why are you still occupying this position?"

  Mo Qingcang took a mouthful of blood on his heart, dull and painful, he almost squeezed the words from between his teeth: "Impossible!"

  He emphasized hoarsely: "I am the emperor! Always always!!"

  The gentle smile on Mo Rongxuan’s face gradually disappeared, and he turned to gloomy, and he said sternly, “You are not dead, don’t toast—”

  He hasn’t finished speaking yet,

  Suddenly a soldier rushed in in a panic, and said unsteadily, "It's not good! It's not good!"

   "Is there anything I can't say properly!" Mo Rongxuan scolded.

  The soldier had a pale face and stammered: "The abandoned and abandoned princes broke into the palace with hundreds of thousands of troops! Now they have been fighting with our people, and they are now approaching the palace."

  Mo Rongxuan's pupils shrank suddenly, his expression was not good, and he cursed lowly.

  It's not good when Mo Yelei will come, but it's tonight!

  Dare to fight for the throne with an abandoned prince? It's just wishful thinking.

   "Let me take good care of him! If there is something wrong, ask your life." Mo Rongxuan coldly glanced at Mo Qingcang, picked up the sword next to him, and walked out in a stride.

  At this time, the palace can no longer be called a palace.

  There are corpses and blood everywhere, miserable and tragic, piled up into wounds.

   Purgatory on earth,

   But so.

  The winter of this year was exceptionally cold, and the snow fell heavily, and it never stopped. It was whistling and falling in the north wind, intertwined with the red blood.

  The night is full of chills and deadly murder.

  There are killing sounds everywhere.

After Mo Rongxuan went out, under the leadership of the soldiers, he saw Mo Yelei.

  The two brothers met each other in battle and held each other.

  Behind them, tens of thousands of black and crushed soldiers stood neatly and orderly with sharp blades in their hands, full of murderous aura, full of evil aura.

For a long time,

  Mo Rongxuan said faintly: "The waste prince is really impatient."

  (End of this chapter)