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2955. Chapter 2955 Step by step Jinghong: Since ancient times, the family of the emperor (98)(1/2)

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Wei Pingsheng's reaction next to him was a little uncontrollable. His face changed slightly. He looked at the figure on the city wall in disbelief, and then suddenly looked at Mo Liyan, "This person..."

Seeing that Wei Pingsheng's abnormal reaction, Mo Liyan said nothing, but just raised his eyes and glanced at the city wall with no patience.

Just a glance,

So much so that his gaze was completely stopped.

The familiar color that was almost engraved in the bones hit the eyes without warning and suddenly broke into the eyes.

It's Lingbai!

Mo Liyan almost suddenly pressed the sword on his waist, and his fingertips were shining with a strong whiteness, which turned a little blue against the snowy background.

"I heard that King Jin has a lot of relationship with this girl?" Xiao Yingmo's eyes kept staring at the figure outside the city wall and shouting loudly.

Outside the city wall,

The other soldiers were confused, and were a little confused, not sure what this scene meant. They just looked at the god of war who was like faith in their hearts, obeying the order.

But Mo Liyan's eyes were staring at the girl on the high wall.

It's too far away,

He couldn't see the expression of the white ones clearly.

But it was her!

She is not in the capital, so why did she appear here?

Xiao Yingmo coughed slightly, with a sinister expression, and directly pulled out the sword and straddled the girl's neck!

A sneer, a threat was raised, and a loud shout: "It doesn't matter if King Jin doesn't admit it. Today, Japan will know an answer."

"If King Jin doesn't want her to die, he will surrender immediately and give up attacking Dahan!"

Ranbai supported the city railing with one hand, quietly overlooking the scene under the city wall, and didn't care at all about the sword against his neck.

The cold wind blows, carrying the white snow like sand in the sky, and the girl's black hair is flying in an inch, and her clothes are full of wind.

She thought something

What exactly is Xie Jinshu's actions?

What is the value of benefit for doing this?

It is impossible to ridiculously think that Mo Liyan will decline, so what are the benefits of this plan?

At once,

baffling.

But she doesn't care if she returns favors.

Xiao Yingmo's words were sonorous and powerful, falling into his ears. Every word was covered with gravitational force and the sound of the wind rushing through his eardrums. Mo Liyan forced himself to calm down. He remained motionless, staring at the scene with unpredictable eyes, and sarcastic sentences: "Is this how Dahan fights?"

"King Jin just needs to say, surrender! Or not!" Xiao Yingmo held the sword hard, "If King Jin disagreed today, it will be the day when a generation of beautiful women are poor!"

Xiao Yingmo was unsure and could only speak harshly: "Suxiangxiayuluo, I don't know if King Jin is willing to give up? Today I want to see how ruthless this Great Chu God of War is!"

Mo Liyan did not speak or answer.

Just one person stood in the endless wind, allowing the wind and snow to sweep over the sky.

But Mo Liyan's silence is definitely not a good thing for the tens of thousands of troops behind him.

Wei Pingsheng pursed his lips hard and couldn't bear to look at him.

No matter what the reason,

Mo Liyan cannot decline.

This is an answer that requires no choice or judgment. It even comes to the front of you without any hesitation.

Mo Liyan falls,

Waiting for him,

There is only one result-

die.

There were countless people in the capital who wanted to kill him, and they all wanted Mo Liyan to make some decision-making mistakes to kill him.

so,

anyway,

Even if the person pointed by the sword on this city wall is really Mo Liyan’s favorite, it is impossible to surrender!

at this point,

Wei Pingsheng firmly believed that Mo Liyan knew better than anyone else, so he was the most shocked when King Jin was silent.

Wei Pingsheng asked tentatively: "Sir?"

Mo Liyan has not made a word, and it does not move at all.

With this person's scheming and means, how could it be taken advantage of by the Koreans?

Why is she here?

Where is Xie Jinshu?

What is her relationship with Xie Jinshu?

Countless unanswered questions woven into a dense net, turning into countless sharp needles and piercing them into the heart, leaving deep and silent bloody mouths. The cold wind was like a blade, almost piercing through the internal organs, and a sense of suffocation came in an inch.

This is Mo Liyan's life,

A rare short and chaotic time.

Ridiculously,

He is a person who claims to be cold-hearted and lonely and does not involve love and will never repeat the same mistakes. One day, he will fall into a blank and mess because of such a ridiculous situation where there is no need for a choice.

One on the wall,

One is under the city wall.

A red dress is like a blood sword across the neck,

A mysterious armor is cold and heartless.

Through the air,

Looking at each other from afar,

No one can see who's expression clearly.

Reason tells Mo Liyan,

This person cannot be kept.

Must be killed.

Death at the hands of Xiao Yingmo was also the root cause of the disaster for him.

There is also a kind of reason telling Mo Liyan,

The situation cannot be as seen before, and this person can never be controlled by others.

The cold wind rustled and the dust and snow flew.

I don't know whose heart I've been fascinated by.

The solemn and silent silence spreads into the air like death.

Tens of thousands of troops remained unchanged without orders.

The scene was stalemate.

Mo Liyan's eyes reflected the heaven and earth, the snow light, and the white figure.

It also seems to reflect the bloody picture in the bones.

The blood flowed into a river when the Lin family was killed, splashing through Chujing!

The woman looked crazy and desperate, and the decisive expression of a miserable and determined woman committing suicide!

It was also the winter night when the snow was endless, the young man in the Jue Pavilion knelt silently on the ground, his black clothes were stained with blood, and his hands and feet were cruelly broken, and his feet were shockingly broken!

The whole world woven by blood and deep feuds of blood.

Four hundred and twenty-one lives.

He only realized his feelings not long ago, and he could not even face it, but faced such a situation a month later.

God seemed to be making a big joke with him.

Pale and satirize all the deep hatred of blood buried in the heart.

At that moment, he fell completely in the abyss.
To be continued...
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