"Send the order and intensify the harassment from the front. Doesn't Han Sanqian want to sleep? Let him have an uneasy sleep."
"In addition, notify the frontline troops and ask them to attack better. I will send people to meet them according to the time period. Each of them will have enough time to rest, so everyone must keep up their spirits for me.
"
Zhu Yanshuo knew how to observe colors, and when he saw Ming Yu acting like this, he immediately announced.
"yes!"
The commanders took the order and quickly retreated with the small soldier to make arrangements.
And almost at this time, in the deepest part of the mansion, in a dark dungeon, what was different from the outside was that there was only deathly silence.
Mo Yang and others were sitting on the damp ground, their expressions cold.
Especially Dao Twelve, who was holding the iron rod of the cell tightly with his right hand at this time, as if he was trying to crush the iron rod to pieces with just the strength of his hand.
But in fact, he turned his head to one side with resentment in his eyes, which seemed to indicate that this was not the case.
"Brother Dao, why is this necessary? Who is not dead?"
A weak voice came, but there was a hint of comfort in the voice.
Through the dim light, I could just see that there was a person lying in the corner above the ground.
Ranwen
His surroundings were far more humid than those around Dao Twelve and others, and there was black liquid flowing around him, but one could tell from the smell that these black liquids were actually human blood.
Mo Yang turned around, looked at the face that was extremely defeated in the darkness, and said sadly: "Brother Mo Beitian, it's our incompetence that not only failed to break through, but even caused trouble for you and..."
Mo Yang didn't say any more, but the sadness in his heart already made him, a hard-blooded man, burst into tears.
During the breakout battle, in order to let Dao Twelve and others lead a breakout to rescue Su Yingxia, Mo Beitian did not hesitate to use his own strength to fight against the two opponents' masters. This was very emotional, but the ending was extremely tragic.
Mo Beitian was seriously injured almost all over his body and was on the verge of death. He was barely surviving on the little energy in his body.
"Go on, keep talking." Mo Beitian smiled bitterly and asked, "You don't want to say it because all my brothers are dead?"
During the breakout battle, there were more than a thousand people in their group, but except for Dao Twelve, Mo Yang, Liu Fang, Mr. Ruyu and a few others, almost all the others died in the battle.
The Tianmo Palace and others led by Mo Beitian were all killed in the battle, and no one survived.
Mo Yang nodded heavily, and Dao Twelve even took his head to the iron pole in annoyance, banging it loudly.
Mo Beitian smiled sadly: "These brothers are the closest brothers to me. For decades, we have traveled all over the world. We have been embarrassed and powerful."
"I also said that I would take them back to their hometown in the future and live a life without worries about food and clothing, but I didn't expect..."
"I failed them."
After saying that, Mo Beitian gritted his teeth forcefully, took off the cutoff of the little finger of his left hand, and handed it to Mo Yang: "However, as one of the four old sects of the Demon Clan, I, Tian Mo Palace, obviously have more than these family backgrounds. This is mine.
The token of the Lord of the Heavenly Demon Palace, if there is a chance, please trouble Brother Mo Yang to hand it over to Han Sanqian."
"With this token, the remaining disciples of the Demon Palace will obey his orders. This is the last bit of wealth I leave to Han Sanqian. I also hope that Han Sanqian can help me take good care of my remaining subordinates at the headquarters."
"We won't accept this thing. If you want to give it to Han Sanqian, then you should keep it yourself and hand it over to him personally when you see him." Dao Twelve said through gritted teeth with tears streaming down his face.
Mo Yang also knew that Mo Beitian had already arranged the funeral arrangements, and nodded: "Yes, if you dare to die here, then your ring will be buried here forever."
Mo Beitian let out a long sigh and looked at the ring on his hand with regret: "I also want to persist. I, Mo Beitian, have never bowed to fate easily, but I know my own body well. I can't...
Already."
Hearing this, Dao Twelve raised his head and tried not to let more tears fall. Mo Yang also turned his head away, unable to bear to look any further.
"Brothers, just think of me as begging you, okay?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt relieved, and as soon as Mo Beitian closed his eyes, he was about to reach the end.
But almost at this moment, a bright light suddenly flashed out in the dark cell...
