But Mo Zihan had said before that no one should be let go. So Yi Wuchen and Leng Feng had no intention of letting these five people go.
Fighting means death. Not fighting means death. Escape means death.
Looking at the corpses in the woods, Yi Wuchen asked: "You killed them all, don't you want to know who sent them?"
Mo Zihan got on his horse and galloped forward. Yi Wuchen and Lengfeng saw this and immediately followed.
"There are only two people who want to kill me, both named Luo. Now only one knows that I have left the palace, so she is the only one who will send a killer here to wait for me. For this kind of thing, just silence her and let her wait for the news."
Seeing Mo Zihan's calm but obviously angry expression, Leng Feng and Yi Wuchen had a tacit understanding and stopped talking.
I didn't think it was anything at first, but that's how people are. There are many things that we can't think about, and the more we think about them, the angrier they will become.
Damn it! Get rid of this bastard and smelly man!
She rushed to the battlefield for him to help him out, but his woman secretly set up an ambush and sent a killer to assassinate her! How miserable must her life be?!
This damn man has so many women around him, why should she be so nice to him?
This kind of dead man should be a slave to the country!
What's the difference between him and Yuchi Haotian? Why was she so cruel to Yuchi Haotian in the first place, but she couldn't let go of him no matter what?
This stupid man, even if Nangong Jin had a strategic map, could he fight so hard?
Isn’t he the best warrior in North Vietnam?
This stupid man, Nangong Jin used this excuse to start a war, so he could just hand her over. The legs are growing on her own body, wouldn't it be good if she comes back when the time comes?
Foolish king!
Along the way, Mo Zihan felt depressed because he could not convince himself.
Just when this depressed mood was completely unable to be vented, another wave of killers came and broke into the sight of Mo Zihan and the others.
Yi Wuchen and Leng Feng looked at each other and slowed down wisely, not to compete for business with these people who were rushing to die.
Looking at Mo Zihan's rapidly changing figure, although they knew that this was not a so-called ghost legend, such an appearance was just due to a kind of rapidity. But until now, they could not clearly see her moving from one position to another.
Orientation body trajectory.
Seeing the depressed Mo Zihan, holding a dagger, he completely cut off the heads of the killers one by one as if to vent his anger. Yi Wuchen and Leng Feng both felt more than a little bit terrified.
I have seen people killing people, but I have never seen people killing people like this.
When this woman with no inner strength is facing a group of top killers, how can she still be as sweet and angelic as usual?
What is beheading? This is what it is called!
What is Rakshasa? This is it!
Never provoke this woman at will from now on!
Looking at the headless corpses on the ground, Yi Wuchen and Lengfeng fell silent.
She finally realized how feeble their words to protect her along the way sounded to her.
We experienced three robberies and murders along the way, all of which ended in disastrous defeats for the other side. No one even came back to report the news.
In this way, Mo Zihan and the other two arrived in Fancheng smoothly.
The once prosperous border city was devastated by the sudden war, with corpses strewn everywhere.
Before the people of Fancheng experienced this war, they probably never thought that other countries would dare to attack North Vietnam.