Yan Xiaoqing saw a trace of displeasure in his eyes when he saw that I was not cooperating.
This person is just as domineering and arbitrary as Xia Yan, and my resistance is treasonous in his eyes.
"If you don't eat the toast, you'll have to drink wine as a penalty!" Yan Xiaoqing snorted coldly and waved to the person behind him.
At this moment, Mo Chengjun, who was nailed to the wall, suddenly held the hilt of the sword with his bare hands and shouted to the sky: "Ah——"
Shocked by this shocking roar, Yan Xiaoqing turned around in disbelief, only to be greeted by a cold sword stained with blood.
How much courage does a person need to pull out the weapon pierced into the body? When the weapon is inserted into the body, the scratched skin and flesh are already torn to pieces. When the weapon is pulled out, the same pain must be experienced all over again.
His eyes were crimson with blood, which made people tremble with fear!
"How dare you touch her!" Mo Chengjun, this young man who is sometimes dog-legged, sometimes mysterious, sometimes calm, and sometimes stern, looked at the guards surrounding him with his soft sword in his hand, neither humble nor overbearing.
The guards were stunned and backed away in fear of the crazy Mo Chengjun.
Yan Xiaoqing ordered coldly: "Kill him!"
"No!" I rushed forward desperately, but was stopped by Yan Xiaoqing and hugged me.
A nice smell of ambergris mixed with blood spread on the tip of my nose. I looked at Yan Xiaoqing with hatred: "You can't even think of leaving Xia Kingdom tonight!"
Xia Yan told me before that Yan Xiaoqing was a hostage, but he had great power in the Yan Kingdom. In the past few years, the Yan Kingdom had been trying its best to rescue him and return him to the country, but they had not succeeded.
Tonight he ordered Batuzi to force the palace, and he must have wanted to take advantage of the chaos to escape! Unfortunately, he made a miscalculation. The throne was hard-won, how could it be thrown away in vain? It is really ridiculous to use me as a hostage.
Yan Xiaoqing squinted his eyes and looked at me with a half-smile, like a wild beast with sharp claws, casually savoring the pleasure of fighting.
He lifted my chin with one hand: "Whether you can leave or not is not decided by you, but by Xia Yan! If he is ruthless to you, I won't be able to leave. If he is ruthless, I will be free!"
I looked into his eyes intently, and suddenly I had the urge to look up to the sky and laugh. Use me as a bet? It would be better to go to the Grand Master's Mansion to capture Pang Xiu.
After all, Pang Xiu is also a veteran of two dynasties, and his weight is definitely greater than mine.
Mo Chengjun's eyes were bleeding, and he stared at Yan Xiaoqing's back. The guards rushed towards him together, and he rushed forward without looking back. Blood oozed from the wounds on his shoulders, like a splash of ink on the painting.
The ground and the moonlight left on the ground seemed to be stained red by his blood.
The sword wind swept across and was invincible. Mo Chengjun's skill with the sword was far more powerful than that of a fly whisk. Although the guards were large in number, they could not completely subdue him.
Upon seeing this, Yan Xiaoqing touched my acupuncture points, picked me up by the waist and strode outside.
The sound of swords and swords behind me was endless. I bit my lips and forced myself to calm down... I couldn't calm down anymore. I turned my head, opened my mouth and bit Yan Xiaoqing's chest hard.
"Hiss..." Yan Xiaoqing gasped in pain as she got on her horse and suddenly clamped my jaw, forcing me to open my mouth.
I wanted to bite off a piece of his flesh, but my mouth was so painful that I had no choice but to let go!
Yan Xiaoqing didn't say anything, as if nothing happened, he jumped on the horse's back neatly, clamped the horse's belly, and the horse spread its hooves and rushed forward!
