Half an hour later, the foot of the mountain boiled again, and vaguely saw countless torches surrounding here, "The soldiers of the court are coming." Supporting his seriously injured body, Han Mingyue stood up and looked at Mo Hua against the big tree. Mo Hua was cold, with a mocking look on his lips, "So what if you come up?" The princess is gone, and their lives and death have nothing to do with the overall situation. But soon, another line of torches caught a cold from the bottom of the mountain, and then dispersed into several fire dragons and moved up the mountain at an extremely fast speed. At that time, Mo Hua's extremely familiar rhythm of action, Mo Hua moved the corners of his lips, and a bitter smile flashed across his lips. What's the use of coming now... Prince, you're late...

The sound of warriors intersecting. Soon after, a shadow in the night quickly rushed out of the woods and headed straight to the edge of the cliff. He grabbed Han Mingyue, who was standing against the tree closest to him, and asked sternly: "Where is Jun Wei? Where is Jun Wei from?" Han Mingyue moved the corners of her lips, but she couldn't speak. Her eyes slowly moved to the edge of the woods. Mo Xiuyao quickly flew out of the forest. Before he landed, he swept his eyes across the cliff and finally fell on Mo Hua. He asked in a deep voice: "Where is the princess?"

Mo Hua knelt silently on the ground, and after a long time, he said hoarsely: "My subordinate is incompetent...the princess...falls off the cliff..."

Mo Xiuyao's erect body shook, and a trace of blood was overflowing from his lips. It made his already pale and tired face turn pale and blue. He lowered his head and wiped the blood on his lips casually, but soon more blood gushed out from his lips. Mo Hua's face changed drastically, and he didn't care whether he was kneeling down to apologize and stood up and wanted to support him. Mo Xiuyao waved Mo Hua aside, "Where are Zhuo Jing and Wei Lin going?

? "Mo Hua lowered his head and said: "They went down the cliff." Mo Xiuyao waved his hand, and the Mo family troops following him, who were rushing out of the woods, didn't have to say much, and went down the cliff with the ropes that could be found by ropes. Mo Xiuyao looked at the scars on the edge of the cliff, and stayed on Han Mingyue for a moment. When everyone was still aware of it, he jumped down from the cliff as if falling into an endless sea of ​​clouds.

When Feng Zhiyao appeared on the cliff a little angry, he felt a little dark when he saw the situation in front of him. After all, he was late... Looking at the slightly bright sky with a dawn, the fish-white sky seemed to be dyed with a faint red color, which made people feel an ominous omen from the bottom of his heart. In the vast night sky, the stars in the sky were gradually darkening because of the coming dawn, and then a few were flashing with strange dark red lights. Feng Zhiyao stood by the cliff with his hands behind his back, and the seven evil spirits of the army were in the sky... The world was in chaos...

It was not until noon the next day that someone gradually came up from the cliff. But when Feng Zhiyao looked at the expression of people, there was no hope in the heart of Zhongyuan. Everyone was shocked when a dark red figure rushed up from under the cliff. Han Mingxi stared at the cliff with anger. Soon, another person jumped up from below, but almost swayed when he landed. He stood firm. His eyes were cold and he stared at Han Mingxi standing beside him, and said in a cold voice: "Han Mingxi, you think I dare not kill you!" Han Mingyue felt cold in her heart, and blocked Han Mingxi with some trace. He knew the man in front of him better than Han Mingxi. He didn't know what Mo Xiuyao saw under the cliff. In just half a day, Mo Xiuyao's body

The breath changed drastically. If Mo Xiuyao used to be a sword hidden in the center of the box, then Mo Xiuyao now is a bloodthirsty blade. Han Mingyue has seen Mo Xiuyao in almost every period, and his heroic posture when he was young was like the scorching sun. The forbearance and restraint in his youth seemed gentle and elegant but actually cold. But Mo Xiuyao now, even if he did nothing, it was enough to make Han Mingyue shudder. His gentle and cold eyes were faint scarlet and unhidden cruelty, as if he wanted to tear up anything he saw at any time. Mo Xiuyao's thin figure was straighter than usual, but it was full of danger, making him look extremely fragile and as if he could make the world suffer with his arms.

Han Mingxi sneered and said, "I am afraid that you will not succeed?! Kill... You decide that the king is a genius with great magical powers. What did you do when Jun Wei guarding the northwest and confront Lei Zhenting? What did you do when Jun Wei was chased and killed without a way out? What did you do when Jun Wei fell off the cliff while pregnant?! Mo Xiuyao, are you still a man? You are a waste!"

"Puff--" Han Mingxi's words seemed to finally break through something that had been deliberately suppressed from last night. A mouthful of blood spurted out from Mo Xiuyao's mouth. Feng Zhiyao's clone rushed over, "Prince!" Mo Xiuyao's face was as pale as paper, and then he did not fall down, but just looked at Feng Zhiyao with a steady look, "Ali... Is Ali pregnant?" Feng Zhiyao moved the corners of his lips, and there was a tingling pain in his throat, so he had to nod his head with difficulty. Mo Xiuyao's face looked joyful and sad, but seemed to be

He couldn't speak any words. The dark red blood seemed to be unable to stop it and quietly slipped from his lips. A deep worry flashed in Feng Zhiyao's eyes and he whispered: "Prince, take care of his health. Princess... The princess's big revenge..." Feng Zhiyao did not say empty comforts such as maybe the princess was fine, and even things he didn't believe could not convince Mo Xiuyao at all. And those who hurt the princess... Feng Zhiyao sighed in his heart, those people must die, otherwise... the prince was afraid that he would not be able to survive!

On the edge of the cliff, everyone was silent and afraid that they would not dare to speak, for fear that the silence in front of them would bring terrible results that could not be stopped. From yesterday to now, the people on the cliff had never eaten or drunk water, but now no one felt hungry or thirsty. Mo Hua knelt on the ground and whispered to Mo Xiuyao in detail what had happened in the past two days. At the same time, others also knew about the situation under the cliff. There was a surging river under the cliff. After dawn, the fog dissipated, and there were no obstacles on the cliffs on both sides. In other words, the princess Ye Li must have fallen into the river. Then the surging water flow made people unpredictable where the people who fell into the water would be taken. Feng Zhiyao stood up and ordered his subordinates to lead a large number of people down the river to search downstream.

Han Mingyue carefully stared at the man in front of her who seemed to listen to Mo Hua's words calmly. The danger under the calm made Han Mingyue frightened. At this time, Mo Xiuyao wanted to use a bloodthirsty blade, and even the slightest touch would make people feel bloody.

Finally, when Mo Xiuyao's eyes slowly moved towards Su Zuidi, Su Zuidi cried in fear. She had never realized that Mo Xiuyao would become so terrible. The eyes that once made her obsessed with her now seemed as if they would have nightmares as if they could just take a look. When Mo Xiuyao stood up and walked towards her, she had a hole tickled, and she could only shake her head helplessly, "Wuwu... Xiuyao... don't... let me go and beg you... wuwu..." At this moment, Su Zuidi suddenly realized that killing Ye Li might be the biggest mistake she made in her life, "Wuwu... no, Ye Li was not killed by me, it's not my business..."
Chapter completed!