Chapter 2890: Step by Step Jinghong: Since Ancient Times, the Family of the Emperor (Thirty-One)

The electric light flint jian Kankan turned his body sideways and raised his left arm.

"呲-"

What is the sound of piercing the flesh!

Mo Liyan's expression was cold, and there was a faint bloodthirsty aura. He narrowed his eyes a little, and without delay, he took the sword with one hand to kill the enemy, while the other hand did not hesitate to pull out the hidden weapon that had pierced his left shoulder. out!

The hidden weapon was in the shape of a diamond, with sharp barbs at each end. When it was pulled out, it involved the muscles of the left shoulder, and every nerve ending was shaking violently, but he did not change his face, his expression was cold.

Without even a single pause, he pressed one of them and pulled it out abruptly. A large area of ​​blood stained his left shoulder, and the flesh and blood turned out. It looked shocking!

He glanced at the hidden weapon through the faint moonlight, the color on it was abnormally dark, and it was stained with blood.

It is poisoned.

The young prince let out a low sigh, stabbed his sword directly into the enemy's heart, and pulled it out neatly, blood splashing everywhere!

Seeing that the assassin in the distance failed to successfully shoot into the heart, he was a little unwilling and prepared a hidden weapon again, trying to target the slender figure's heart.

And just a second before he rubbed his palms——!

Mo Liyan, holding the tip of the hidden weapon with one hand, has locked the assassin's direction in the night, and threw it out sharply!

It was the hidden weapon originally in the hands of the assassin, which fell into the hands of Mo Liyan at this moment, and the original amount was returned to the assassin. In the chilling voice that cut through the air, it was a sharp-edged murderous intent and threatening aura!

Faster, harder, more accurate!

The Assassin's expression began to become a kind of panic, which was a manifestation of extreme fear. He seemed to have seen some unbelievable picture, and it was difficult for him to react for a while.

"Clap-" sound.

It was the sound of a hidden weapon falling silently to the ground, and at the same time as such a sound, it was the sound of a sharp weapon piercing the throat.

The assassin didn't even have time to fly out the hidden weapon in his hand, and the body was already in a different place, and he fell to the ground powerless, dead.

After Mo Liyan solved the sneak attack in a few seconds, regardless of the wound on his shoulder or the spread of toxicity, he continued to kill with a sword in one hand, like a god of death.

until the end,

There was a strong smell of blood in the air.

After the dark guard got Mo Liyan's order, he directly grabbed a living mouth and took it away, and Zhang Liu, who was called by the dead assassins to save him, was already so frightened at this moment, he had no control.

Mo Liyan leaned against the tree trunk next to him to rest for a while, the long sword was inserted into the ground by him, he supported the hilt with one hand, and pressed the other hand firmly on the left shoulder.

Black blood flowed out from the crevices of his fingertips, shocking.

The prince's long eyelashes drooped slightly, his fine eyelashes were trembling slightly, his face was abnormally pale, and he was panting lowly.

But his expression was as cold as ever.

After being silent for a while, after listening to Wei Xinglie's report, he opened his eyes and made a low hum.

"Sir, you are injured!" Wei Xinglie frowned, staring at the bloody wound on the young prince's left shoulder, a little worried and a little puzzled.

According to the strength of adults, it should be impossible to be injured, but this time...

"Nothing." Mo Liyan scribbled the wound, but there was no way to remove the poison, and there was no time to remove it. He didn't know what type of poison it was, but it was obviously spreading, making his consciousness even more drowsy.

Mo Liyan forced himself to wake up and ordered calmly enough: "Go back to the city."

The army horses who came here have already searched, and they have not found any secret messages or clues on them, let alone who they are.

Although they said they came to rescue Zhang Liu, in the massacre just now, a small number of people wanted to take Zhang Liu away, and the rest seemed to attack Mo Liyan and Mo Li with a purpose. The people brought by Yan.

If he really came to save Zhang Liu, it would be impossible to fight like this.

unless……

their real purpose,

Not Zhang Liu.

The so-called Zhang Liu is just a chess piece to hide people's eyes.

Wei Xinglie was startled by the thought in his heart, and his back was drenched in cold sweat. He couldn't help but glance at the prince's upright and arrogant figure in the middle of the night, and once again pinched a sweat for Mo Liyan.

In fact, Mo Liyan already had the answer in his heart. His eyes were brewing with icy cruelty under the calmness, which kind of broke through the evil in his bones.

After giving the order, he turned on his horse again, and hurried over to the capital regardless of his injuries.

In order to kill him, Mo Qingcang was really willing to use the means.

This time the secret mission,

If he was really killed, it was just an accident. If not, if Zhang Liu was in various dangers, he would be held accountable in the end.

And now,

He needs to take the prisoners who have been imprisoned all the way back to the capital and return to the palace without hesitation.

When I got to the capital,

The night was getting darker, and the shops and houses lined up on both sides of the street had already extinguished their lights and slept in the darkness.

The iron cavalry broke through the stone road and cut through the night.

Mo Liyan's jacket was constantly flipped by the cold wind, drawing a chilling arc like a sharp blade.

His expression was shrouded in darkness, cold and dangerous, and more mysterious and unpredictable.

The stubbornly bandaged wound caused by the violent action was torn open again, and blood kept flowing down his left shoulder, dripping long bloodstains on the ground.

at last,

He spoke suddenly, his voice low and hoarse: "Wei Xinglie, you go to the palace first to return to your life."

Wei Xinglie was shocked when he heard such a sentence, "Sir, what about you?!"

Mo Liyan pursed his thin white lips tightly, and spit out a word without hesitation: "This king will go later."

"Sir, this is absolutely impossible!" Wei Xinglie stopped directly without thinking, he gritted his teeth: "If something like that happened just now, the emperor can't wait to get your hands on it! Moreover, the emperor made it clear that he must return immediately. Gong Fuming, if I knew that you left in the middle, I'm afraid I would trouble you!"

Mo Liyan clenched the reins tightly, his eyes locked on the darkness at the end of the long street, as if he wanted to see someone through that darkness, every word, every word was cold: "This is an order ."

After speaking,

He didn't allow Wei Xinglie any hesitant and dissuaded reaction, he rode away between the lightning and flint, raising dust all over the place, and the lonely and slender figure soon disappeared from sight, but Wei Xinglie could still see it. Get the splotches of blood left on the far road.