"Give me Baudelaire's portrait, find his location, and take action tonight."
"What about him? What are Mr. Tang going to do with him?" Moina looked at Zhao Kuo who was surrounded by green fire: "He is the treasure of the Dingxi Palace. If he is left here, I am afraid that the old prince will go crazy and will not be lenient. It’s up to you.”
"Listen to what you mean, if I spare Zhao Kuo, King Dingxi will treat me as a guest? What a joke!! The Daqian Dynasty and the Xingluo Empire are about to go to war, and anyone on both sides will fight to the death. I will give him today Kneel down or chop him up, the Dingxi Palace has the same relationship with me." Tang Yan walked up to Zhao Kuo, looked at him intently for a while, and snorted coldly.
"Do you really want to kill him? If the Three Holy Lands find out, I'm afraid they won't sit idly by and ignore it."
"You care about him?" Tang Yan glanced at her.
Moina smiled: "Don't get me wrong, Mr. Tang. Since I came here today, I decided to be on the same side with you. I just made an opinion. I really have no other meaning."
"The corpse ghost clan has been completely wiped out... the Burying Flower clan is still hanging on... Dingxi Prince's Palace is really majestic..." Tang Yan sneered and waved away Qing Huo, but the next moment, Lun Yuan rounded his fist and beat him wildly.
Both fists were covered with scales, surging with green fire, and smashed violently, like fired cannonballs.
Boom boom boom!
The violent collision shattered Zhao Kuo's golden sand silkworm chrysalis into pieces, and blood began to seep from the cracks that kept opening.
Moina was frightened when she saw it, her eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she turned around and left the cave.
"Father's debt must be paid by his son, and your ancestor's debt must be paid back with some interest first. Zhaoyi and Ruoxi spared you, and I won't let you go so easily." Tang Yan's face was grim, and he finally picked up the black coffin. He used all his strength to crack his golden sand, revealing the bloody Zhao Kuo.
The violent collision finally collapsed the cave, burying the spacious cave with a rumble and burying the seriously injured Zhao Kuo alive.
"Dead?" Moina was waiting outside.
"I want his life, and it has nothing to do with me whether he dies or not. If you want to blame it, blame the Three Holy Lands for not rescuing him in time, and blame the heaven for not leaving him a way to survive." Tang Yan jumped away and left.
"Master Tang is indeed as rumored, ruthless and straightforward!" Moina smiled softly and left immediately, but before leaving, she left a trace of fluorescent powder behind and sprinkled it on the ground to form a line of words - Yamashita Bury people, save them!
Not long after they left, teams searching nearby arrived one after another.
The mountain collapsed and the dust and mist rose like a sea. The scene was so spectacular that it was hard for them not to see it.
"There seems to be someone inside?! Dig for me!!" A strong man in the Valley of the Evil discovered the fluorescent characters and immediately ordered the excavation.
On the other side, Moina and Tang Yan ran one after another through the dark and rolling mountains and ravines. Monsters appeared constantly along the way, and there were even warriors searching for signs of the Moon Spirit Deer. Neither of them paid attention to them and cleverly avoided them. He kept running forward.
Tang Yan's Yueling Deer followed closely behind him step by step, at an absurdly fast speed.
"Master Tang, please be patient and give me more time. I will definitely be able to find him. He shouldn't be too far away." Moina seemed a little anxious, constantly changing her position in the mountains and high in the sky, sometimes dormant in the mountains. The bushes tried their best to listen to the movement of the mountains, searching for the target.
Tang Yan did not rush and followed quietly. His thoughts still stayed in the story narrated by Moina. His consciousness was running and connecting, scenes and pictures, just like real images. Recreate history from thousands of years ago.
The superiority of the family, the entanglement of interests, the poison of desire, and the struggle of dignity. It is really difficult to judge who is right and who is wrong. No matter who you stand at, there is a corresponding starting point. But Tang Yan is not a historian.
, let alone a philanthropist. He has his own worldly standards of judgment and his own line of rewards and punishments for good and evil. The Dingxi Palace must take responsibility and pay the price for the destruction of the Zhaoyi and Ruoxi female tribes!
The two ethnic groups fled collectively, the zombie tribe refused to surrender, and the Burial Flower tribe protested by self-immolation. All kinds of historical tragedies have been submerged in the long river of time. No one can remember, mention, or recall them anymore. But Tang Yan firmly did it.
After making a decision, we must let the dust-laden evil reappear in the world and make the Dingxi Palace pay the price for the murder of that year.
Tang Yan is feeling sad at this moment because of Zhaoyi and Ling Ruoxi! Thinking back to those days, when they escaped from Western Xinjiang and the empire, living in the wilderness, avoiding pursuit, they did not even dare or could not inquire about the future of their own tribe. They did not dare and could not
Imagine the disasters that the ethnic group may face.
For a whole thousand years, they left their hometowns and grew up alone; for a whole thousand years, have they ever forgotten their hometown? Have they ever looked forward to returning to their hometown, even if they knew whether their relatives were still alive... Are they living well...
Tang Yan did not intend to remind Zhaoyi and Ling Ruoxi of that gray memory again, nor did he want them to know the bleak end of their tribe, so as to prevent them from being sad and painful, but this debt... Tang Yan must recover it for them...
"I seem to have found them." After an unknown amount of time, Moina's reminder brought Tang Yan back from his memories.
"Lead the way." Tang Yan was not very interested, even a little irritable. He frowned and continued to think about how to deal with the Dingxi Palace. He didn't kill Zhao Kuo just now because he didn't want to cause dissatisfaction in the Three Holy Lands in advance, and secondly, he wanted to rub away Zhao Kuo's energy.
Kill his majesty.
Zhao Kuo has been seriously injured. It will take at least a day to wake up and recover. By the time he can continue to track Yuelinglu, I am afraid it will be the morning of April 3rd. He is destined to be eliminated in the first round and become a member of various
Square joke.
Far more satisfying than killing him.
"Young Master Tang, follow closely, you will see him soon. But don't worry, Baudelaire is very weak and only has a false reputation. Young Master Tang can be killed with one move. Leave the matter of clearing the traces to me." Mo Yi
Na looked back at Tang Yan and whispered a reminder.
"I am only responsible for seriously injuring him. Whether to kill him or not, and how to deal with it is all up to you." Tang Yan is not a fool, and he will not let others use him as a gun casually. There are nearly all the emissaries of the Halloween Land monitoring the mountains and plains.
If he really couldn't deal with it and left any clues, he would be accused of murder and anger the Three Holy Lands.
But if he seriously injured someone and left the final beheading to Moina, things would be different.
"Young Master Tang, are you afraid that I will harm you?" Moina smiled.
"What grudge do you have against him? You have to kill him." Tang Yan asked back.
"It's just a personal grudge. Mr. Tang won't be interested in hearing about it." Moina sped up a little and kept taking detours to avoid nearby warriors and monsters: "Can I ask Mr. Tang a question?"
"Say it."
"What kind of problems do you think the Three Holy Lands will set for us? What kind of prizes will be given in the end?"
"You think I might know?"
"One more question, Mr. Tang, do you think that after this incident in the Valley of the Evil, the Xingluo Empire and the Daqian Dynasty will still go to war?"
"No comment, I have never learned prophecy."
"One more question, who do you personally think is responsible for the incident that happened in the forbidden area? Mr. Tang, don't get me wrong, I'm just a little curious." Moina asked one after another, leading Tang Yan in the darkness. Dashing through the chaotic forest.
The night was already dark, but the starry sky was surrounded by a bright full moon, which cast a silvery glow on the mountain canopy. Thin fluorescent lights penetrated through the gaps in the branches and tree canopies and plunged into the dark mountain forest.
Tang Yan was led by Moina and kept turning around. Later, he felt dizzy. He frowned and stopped: "Where are you going to take me? I don't have the energy to hide and seek with you."
"Shh! We're here." Moina suddenly became alert and pointed to the valley in front: "It's right in front."
Tang Yan looked around at the surrounding environment. Three sky-reaching giant peaks stood tall, guarding together to form a special valley. In order to explore the environment inside, he quietly activated his eyes, looking through the intertwined ancient trees, through The pile of moss-covered boulders extends all the way to the valley five hundred meters away.
The area there is not too big, only about the size of two or three football fields, but the forest is densely packed with towering ancient trees. Even the ground is covered with thick roots. There is no shadow of the land, and the messy branches are woven into a thick 'barrier' , blocking the penetration of the moonlight, the inside was as dark as thick ink, giving it a strange and depressing feeling.
In the center of the valley, between the roots of an old tree, there was indeed a man dressed all in black, wearing a weird metal mask. His face could not be seen clearly, but the mask could not block Tang Yan's dark eyes. After staring for a while, I suddenly felt that the man was somewhat familiar. "Is he Baudelaire?"
Unexpectedly, when she said one sentence, Moina, who was jumping forward, almost fell off the branch and turned back in surprise: "Can you see the valley?"
Tang Yan glanced at Moina and was surprised by her reaction. "I can't see it, I just feel there is a breath there."
"Really?" Moina was a little flustered, immediately turned away and rushed forward: "Stop dawdling, he is very cunning, don't let him run away."
Tang Yan followed immediately, but after walking a few steps, his heart moved slightly. When Sen Luo glanced at Moina just now, he saw through her veil and saw her appearance clearly. At that moment, she felt somewhat familiar. a feeling of?
But when I thought about it carefully and wanted to be sure, I couldn't remember her appearance clearly. After all, it was just a glance and I didn't deliberately observe it.