And at this moment—!

Unprepared, Mo Liyan's back suddenly received a huge impact, and someone forced his dagger to stab him into his shoulder blade! He kicked King Jin's straight back hard in a roll, and pushed the person deep into the water without mercy!

A sharp pain surged in an instant, and the blood dyed Ye Xing's clothes red, blending with the hot spring water, scattering a faint redness!

Behind me is the faint fragrance of roses that is so familiar that it is almost engraved in my bones and can be recognized instantly.

It is because of this that Ben is immersed in searching for Ranbai, uncontrollably worried about the safety of the girl, and does not have any precautions for the familiar aura.

So under this unpredictable attack, Mo Liyan groaned, his face suddenly pale, and his sharp blade penetrated directly through the bones, and the pain in his back was shattered, and his eyes were shattered. He was pushed into the depths of the hot spring. All his strength was taken away in an instant, and his whole body fell uncontrollably, as if he was pushed into the abyss by life.

Listen to the water on a snowy night.

In my ears are the quiet and twisted sound of water flowing, as if it is flowing in my heart.

He seemed to be in a silent and confined space, without any air, bound by shackles, feeling suffocating little by little, on the verge of death.

Mo Liyan paused for a moment, knew it in his heart, did not resist at all, and let himself sink, laughing silently in the darkness, his closed eyes covered his fragmented eyes.

OK.

He owed her.

He also.

The old King Jin sank into the depths of the water, and the blood dyed his clothes red and the hot spring water red. The thrilling sense of death was intertwined.

After Ranbai completed a series of steady and smooth movements, he looked at the falling figure indifferently, and finally swam up without any pause. He quickly picked up the red silk clothes on the shore and put them on his body, and tidied them up quietly.

Her slender and cold white fingers tied her belt, and her ink-colored hair was dripping with crystal clear water droplets, which made the girl's delicate face look even more unique in the moonlight.

Ranbai stood on the shore, looking down at the huge hot spring with cold eyes, and could vaguely see some blood floating with the water colour floating.

final,

He turned around and left without hesitation.

The back is straight and arrogant, with red clothes burning eyes.

"Princess." The soldiers patrolling at night looked at the girl in red walking by and greeted him respectfully.

Ranbai nodded slightly and said coldly: "Let Xie Jinshu come to me."

The soldier said yes.

late at night,

Mid-time before the moment.

The young King Jin walked back to the Chu Army camp alone in the night. He was soaked all over. The clear water droplets dripped along the arc of his clothes in the air. Snowflakes fell on his eyelashes and condensed into fine frost. His handsome face was so pale that it was hard to add to the top, as if all the temperature and blood were drained.

An indescribable sense of embarrassment, but his noble temperament is still there.

The solidified red blood was tightly pressed against his back, and it was hard to see it because it was Ye Xingyi.

Mo Liyan returned to the tent and sat down on the chair lazily and dullly. A dim light went out. Half of his face was shrouded in the shadow, and there was an indescribable loneliness and bleakness.

He stretched out his hand and tentatively touched the wound on his back, but he felt blood all over his hands.

Mo Liyan stared at the blood on his fingers for a long time before pulling the corner of his lips and trying to smile, but found that there was nothing ridiculous, and he only wiped out a sad and sarcastic arc.

He claimed that he had done everything and planned his plan, but his usual rationality and calmness were at the moment when he realized that the man might sink to the bottom of the water and was almost wiped out in ashes.

There is no way to think, there is only one thought.

Find her.

Confirm her to be safe.

But why did he forget that he had been plotted against under the city wall once before, why didn’t he remember it? How could this time be an exception?

Who is that person?

Her scheming methods were no worse than him.

How could something happen?

It's just his own self-indulgent.

The suffocation feeling that was sinking in deep water was still left, and it occupied all limbs and bones with heavy and depressing weight, even breathing became difficult and difficult.

Mo Liyan coughed heavily, and strands of blood overflowed from the corners of his lips. His slender and pale fingers pressed against his lips, and he coughed a few uncontrollably, and his cold fingertips rubbed the blood at the corners of his lips.

The scenes that happened in the past are recalled over and over again in my mind, like a nightmare, and every deep memory brings a delicate and painful hearing, leaving behind deep and eternal pain, not sharp, but long and distant, and it encroaches on all emotions like a poison, which is difficult to get rid of.

It's so strange.

Why do you feel pain?

How long has it been since he felt this way?

Mo Liyan was a little silent, calmly and clearly in his heart.

His choice,

He never regrets it.

All consequences,

He will take responsibility.

night,

Mid-time.

An army was well-trained, rigorous and quiet, swiftly across the mountain, walking silently, quietly passing through the mountains, and the dim moonlight fell on their firm and hard faces, and the murderous aura was revealed.

Mo Liyan walked in front, wearing black armor, cold and ruthless, with a lonely and straight back, like a god.

Even if his heart hurts or hurts, he still needs to remain calm and self-sustaining, and show his calmness and silence in front of soldiers who respect and believe in him like a faith.

His life,

So I can only live for the hatred and strategy.

The sparse moonlight shines on the snow, on the numbers, on the cold and indifferent expression of King Jin.

It's been three days.

Most of them thought that Mo Liyan would firmly conquer Liancheng, but they didn't know that he had given up his original plan from that first day.

In another sense, these three days were just a mystery, focusing all Koreans' attention on Liancheng and ignoring other cities.

Among them, Mo Liyan has already clarified his goal of siege.

It is Sucheng and Hancheng separated from Liancheng.

Probably no one expected it,

Mo Liyan would be so bold and openly divert others' attention and divide his troops into three groups.

A guarding a military base to create illusions.

The other two armies attacked Su and Han cities at night.

These days,

He has thoroughly studied the defense and military fields of the two cities. If there is no accident, he should return to Beijing to report after the end of this battle.

As for Liancheng...

It's okay if you don't.

Mo Liyan and Wei were separated and were in the two armies respectively.

now,

Mo Liyan took elite soldiers toward Hancheng, and showed a trend of encirclement around the city.

Gradually approaching the cold city that seemed to know nothing in the night.

He stood in the darkness,

Looking at the Hancheng, which was gradually clear in his sight, he narrowed his eyes slightly, made a silent gesture, signaling all the soldiers behind him to stop.

Looking at the cold city, my eyes were inexplicably bright.

He listened to all the movements around him, paused his fingertips slightly, his expression unfathomable in the night, cold and noble.

at last,

He suddenly opened his mouth, opened his thin lips lightly, and quickly and clearly spit out a word: "Retreat."
Chapter completed!