Mo Yong looked at Xia Houfengli with burning eyes, full of determination to protect the Lord with death!
He has made up his mind that there is no way he will return to the capital alive!
However, as long as the king can leave safely, it would be worth it for him to die here!
Mo Yong thought and tightened his grip on the knife in his hand.
"If you don't want to die, just get out of the way!" Xia Houfeng's face was sullen, his black eyes narrowed dangerously, and he stared at Mo Yong coldly, with cold murderous intent in his eyes.[
As he spoke, he turned the bloody knife in his hand and pointed the bright tip straight at Mo Yong's forehead.
Mo Yong knew that he was no match for Xia Houfengli. He might be killed by Xiahou Fengli within a few moves.
He was panicking, and even a thin layer of cold sweat broke out on his back, but when he thought that if he retreated here, Xia Houfengli would definitely kill their king.
No!
no!
He can't let the king of the capital die here!
If Huangfulian dies and there is no leader, the capital will fall into chaos and be ravaged by armies from various countries. The people of the capital will really have no peace.
And his parents, brothers and sisters will definitely be displaced in the war...
When he thought of those horrific scenes, Mo Yong instantly felt that his heart was filled with courage!
He took a deep breath, straightened his broad shoulders, and stared angrily at Xia Houfengli.