The bright light gradually faded away, and the bright moon and the figure of the golden-robed Pope completely disappeared from the earth.
The light disperses, the sky clouds, and the thunder passes away.
There was an eerie silence between heaven and earth.
Zhuo Yang shook Mo Li's shoulders lightly, "Xiao Li, Xiao Li?!"
There was a voice as if coming across thousands of rivers and mountains, and the darkness in his eyes gradually became light. Mo Li regained his five senses, and what he saw was Zhuo Yang's worried face, and what he heard was his voice calling her.
Pushing him away, she tried her best to get up, but only took two steps forward before falling to the ground.
"Where's the bright moon?" she asked, looking up at the sky.
Zhuo Yang pulled out the Overlord Spear from the ground, took a step forward, and held it in front of her.
Li Qiye glanced at the gun in front of him, and the anger in his tone became stronger, "Let me ask you, where is Mingyue!"
"Xiao Li!" Zhuo Yang knelt down beside her and held her arm, "Calm down!"
"Let me ask you, where is Mingyue!" Li Qiye repeated again.
"Xiao Li!" Zhuo Yang held her shoulders sadly, trying to comfort her.
Li Qiye pushed him away again, staggered forward, and shouted loudly, "Mingyue, come out, bastard, come out..."
Looking at her background, Zhuo Yang felt his heart wrinkle up in pain. He dragged the gun and walked forward. He pursed his lips and raised his hand to hit the side of her neck.
Mo Li's vision went dark, and he fell weakly to the ground. Catching her fallen body, Zhuo Yang carefully lifted her up.
"Xiao Li, I'm sorry!"
In the city.
Imperial Guards, Imperial Guards, City Defense Soldiers, Blood Rose...
Everyone has been dispatched. The streets are full of people coming and going, either sending the injured to the hospital or rushing to put out a fire somewhere. Some are responsible for public security to prevent anyone from taking advantage of the opportunity.
make trouble.
The South City Gate had been damaged due to previous impacts, and the gate was already heavily guarded at this time.
Seeing Zhuo Yang approaching with Mo Li in his arms, everyone stepped away in silence and lowered their faces respectfully.
"Sir!" Not far away, Chen Lizheng was directing a team of men to remove the huge stone blocking the road. Seeing this scene, he immediately ran forward to meet him.
"She's fine, just go and do your work. I'll take her back to the palace!" Zhuo Yang said solemnly.
When the people on the side heard the movement, they all rushed forward.
Zhuo Yang frowned, showing a wary look. Chen Li also stepped in front of Mo Li to protect him, wiping the handle of the knife with his hand, "Let me see, who dares to be disrespectful to the Crown Princess?!"
"Master!" A middle-aged woman wiped her eyes and knelt on the ground, "How could we be disrespectful to the Crown Princess? Your Highness the Crown Prince is here to save us, we just want to kowtow to the Crown Princess!"
"Yes, we want to thank Prince Kong!"
Following her, people one after another knelt down and worshiped on the ground.
Everything that happened outside the city just now was witnessed by everyone.
Even the stupidest person can see clearly that the golden-robed Pope and Ben do not care about their life and death. If His Highness the Crown Prince and the Crown Princess had not protected each other with their lives, this city would have been a dead city.
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On both sides of the long street, more and more people came over and knelt on the ground.
Zhuo Yang held Mo Li in his arms, walked through the kneeling crowd, and walked towards the palace step by step.
Looking at the palace standing in the night sky, he took a deep breath and whispered.
"Mingyue, I admit defeat! And... I am convinced of my defeat. If I really want to choose the strongest man in this world, that person must be you!"