The Residual King's Poisonous Pet: The Medical Concubine Covers the Sky with One Hand 612. Chapter 612 Beacon smoke rises: soldiers are approaching the city [8]
612. Chapter 612 Beacon smoke rises: soldiers are approaching the city [8]
Naturally, Mu Jieyu and Xuanyuan Zhiqi had no way of knowing what happened in Yongjing. That night, Mu Jieyu and Xuanyuan Zhiqi set up many obstacles, waiting for the people sent by Xuanyuan Zhirong to rescue Chun Yuao and Heba'o to take action.
However, until midnight, nothing happened.
Mu Jieyu and Xuanyuan Zhiqi, who were guarding the two exits, felt that something was wrong at the same time, so they rushed towards Chunyu Ao and Heba'o's camps respectively with a tacit understanding.
When Mu Jieyu pushed aside Heba'e's personal guards and rushed into Heba'e's tent, what he saw was Heba'e sleeping peacefully. However, Mu Jieyu did not feel relieved because of this. Instead, he
With her heart hanging even higher, she approached Heba'o step by step. After hesitating for a moment, she felt Heba'o's breath. Suddenly her heart sank to the bottom because Heba'o was no longer breathing.
"Your Majesty—" At this moment, the Southern Qi soldiers who were left behind by Mu Jieyu rushed in, and one of them shouted loudly.
Mu Jieyu suddenly felt that something was wrong. He used his sword with his backhand to put it on the man's neck and force him to question him, but he didn't expect that the man seemed to have expected Mu Jieyu's move. He turned his body and put Mu Jieyu in his heart.
He grabbed Mu Jieyu's sword and turned to face the other Xiqi soldiers behind him: "Revenge!"
The Xiqi soldiers immediately raised their heads and glanced at Mu Jieyu, then ran outside. Although the people guarding the outside were confused about the Xiqi soldiers running out, they did not stop them.
Mu Jieyu flew out quickly: "Stop them!"
After shouting loudly, Mu Jieyu flew up and blocked the path of the Xiqi soldiers after a few ups and downs in the air. The long sword was in his hand, his eyes were filled with coldness, and the sword energy was whirling.
Mu Jieyu knew that she had been plotted against again. Now in the eyes of these soldiers, she had become the murderer who killed Heba'o and wanted to see them silenced. It was impossible to explain, so she could only take it seriously.
Kill these Xiqi soldiers here, otherwise the situation will change drastically!
Soon, under the leadership of Mu Jieyu, all the Xiqi soldiers were captured. Mu Jieyu looked at the Xiqi soldiers who were being escorted and kneeling in front of her with silent eyes: "Even if you may not understand, you may not understand.
You will believe it, but I still want to tell you that your king was not killed by me." After saying that, Mu Jieyu turned around, slowly raised the soft and boneless Su Yi, and then quickly lowered it.
row.
After receiving her silent order, the guards escorting the Xiqi soldiers immediately raised their swords and dropped their swords. Bright red blood splashed out and scattered at Mu Jieyu's feet. Mu Jieyu only glanced at it lightly and stepped forward.
He walked away slowly, stained red with blood.
Entering Heba'o's tent, Mu Jieyu first checked Heba'o's body. After confirming that he had been dead for no more than an hour, he began to carefully check the tent. After searching the entire tent without finding any hanging rope, Mu Jieyu
Jieyu's eyes were fixed on the couch, so she immediately ordered the guards: "You move the bed."
The four men stepped forward and moved the bed away. Mu Jieyu glanced around and immediately spotted the mud crumbs. He walked forward and squatted down. Mu Jieyu reached out and picked up some mud crumbs. After feeling the humidity, he condensed his energy slightly.
The palm struck down, and a deep pit suddenly appeared in front of him. Mu Jieyu lowered his head and saw that the pit extended to the left. It was a dark passage with a mouth as high as a man, and his face suddenly darkened.
[I don’t know if it’s because I’ve been squeezing time like toothpaste these past few days, but today I’m squeezing out my writing like I’m squeezing toothpaste. It’s stuck. It’s very exciting. I’m really not good at writing war dramas! 】