Mei Liangchen raised his movable right hand and pointed at the sky and swore: "If I tell lies, I will be bitten to death by a wolf and eat all the bones!" Afraid that he would not believe it, he quickly clarified: "Me too
I hate Yelu Qingge! Really, look, how much he tortured me!" Lifting the cloth jacket, in the dim light, the newly healed burns were still shocking.
I don't know if it was her clear and clean eyes or some other reason that moved Huo Zhongting. In short, after a while, he withdrew the sword a little, giving the young man a chance to breathe.
Just as Mei Liangchen breathed a sigh of relief, "Thunder God" suddenly hissed outside the wormwood. The clanking of iron hooves startled the wild birds living in the grass and fled in all directions.
"General!" The expressions of all the generals changed.
Huo Zhongting gave the order coldly. "Kill!!" At the critical moment, a tiny mistake could lead to death. His death was not a pity, but the Ninth Prince must return to Jiang and Song Dynasty alive.
The boy under the sword suddenly widened his eyes and begged with a trembling voice: "It's just a horse, don't kill it! Please!"
It is impossible to "kill" Huo Zhongting and leave Yelu Qingge's horse back to report the news.
Mei Liangchen knew that it was useless to say anything. Remembering that the proud and majestic neck of the God of Thunder was about to be severed by a sharp blade, she suddenly shouted with all her strength: "He big guy, run away, big black guy"
run?!
From the moment the heavy rain fell, no one could escape.
Huo Zhongting smelled the thick scent of blood in the air thanks to his keen sense of touch developed through years of conquests. His heart suddenly sank into a bottomless abyss, because based on his feeling, there were at least several hundred people surrounding him.
Hundreds of people!
That's not just the prince's dead soldier...
It's raining heavily and the fog is thick...
The solemn and tragic expressions of the group of people also affected Mei Liangchen. She could not guess who they were, but based on her sixth sense, these people must be related to the royal family.
"Zheng" Huo Zhongting knocked the sword horizontally and pinned down the enemy boy with one knee. He took out the gold medal given by the late emperor and held it high in the air.
"General Huo Jiajun listens to the order!"
"General!"
"General!" All of them fell to their knees.
"A bloody battle is imminent, and life and death are at stake! This general orders you to escort His Highness out of here immediately! Remember! Don't look back, and don't come to save this General! From now on, you must leave your lives to His Highness. As long as there is one person alive, His Highness must be killed.
Take it back! Did you hear everything?"
"I heard it!"
"The last general will swear to the death to fulfill the general's order!"
"Zhongting, no!" Long Yunze stood up and was about to reject Huo Zhongting's order, but a chill hit the back of his neck, and then he fell softly into Feng Sheng's arms.