Chapter 2960: Step by Step Jinghong: Since Ancient Times, the Family of Emperors with Little Affection (One Hundred and One)

And at this moment—!

Without any precautions, Mo Liyan's back was suddenly hit by a huge force, and someone forced a dagger into his shoulder blade! In a tumbling time, he kicked King Jin's straight back and pushed him into the depths of the water mercilessly!

A sharp pain rushed in in an instant, and the blood directly dyed the night clothes red, and merged with the hot spring water, wafting a faint red!

Behind him is a faint rose fragrance that is familiar to the point that it is almost engraved in his bones, and can be recognized instantly.

It is because of this that Ben is immersed in the search for dyed white, uncontrollably worried about the girl's safety, and without the slightest defense against the familiar breath.

Therefore, under this unpredictable shot, Mo Liyan groaned, his face paled instantly, the sharp blade penetrated directly through the bones, the pain in his back was piercing, and his eyes shattered, and he was pushed into the depths of the hot spring. His strength took time out in an instant, and the whole person sank uncontrollably, as if he had been pushed into an abyss by life.

Snow night, listen to the water.

There was the quiet and twisted sound of water flowing in my ears, as if flowing in my heart.

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

Mo Liyan paused for a while, knowing it in his heart, without resisting at all, let himself sink, laughing silently in the dark, his closed eyes concealed the broken eyes.

Either way.

He owes her.

he still.

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

After Dianbai completed a series of steady and smooth movements, he looked at the sinking figure indifferently, and finally swam up without any pause. He quickly picked up the red silk shirt on the shore and draped it over his body, calmly and peacefully. 's sorted.

Her slender, cold-white fingers were tied with a belt, and her ink-colored hair was dripping with crystal clear water droplets. In the moonlight, the girl's face was exquisite and peerless.

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

finally,

Turn around and leave without hesitation.

The back is straight and arrogant, and the red clothes are dazzling.

"Princess." The soldier patrolling at night looked at the girl in red who passed by and greeted respectfully.

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

The soldier said yes.

late at night,

child moments ago.

The young King Jin walked back to the Chu military camp alone in the dark.

He was soaked all over, and there were clear water droplets dripping down the arc of his clothes in the air, and snowflakes fell on his eyelashes and condensed into fine frost. It seems to have been evacuated from all the temperature and blood.

It was an indescribable feeling of embarrassment, but the nobleness of his body remained the same.

The coagulated dark red blood clings to his back, and it is impossible to see it because it is a night clothes.

Mo Liyan returned to the tent and sat down on the chair languidly. A dim light was on and off. Half of his face was shrouded in shadows, and there was an indescribable loneliness and bleakness.

He stretched out his hand and tentatively touched the wound on his back, but he found blood on his hand.

Mo Liyan stared at the blood on his fingers for a long time, then pulled the corner of his lower lip and tried to laugh, but found that there was nothing funny, just wiped off a sad and ironic arc.

In vain, he boasted that he had done all the calculations and planned strategies, but his habitual rationality collapsed at the moment when he realized that the man might sink to the bottom of the water, and almost disappeared in an instant.

There is no room for any thought, only one thought.

find her.

Make sure she's safe.

But how could he forget that he had already been counted under the city wall once before, so why did he not have a long memory? How could this time be an exception?

Who is that person.

Her scheming means are no worse than his.

How could something happen?

But it was his own self-indulgent love.

The feeling of suffocation from sinking into the deep water still lingers, heavy and oppressive occupying the limbs and bones, and even breathing becomes difficult and difficult.

Mo Liyan coughed heavily, strands of blood overflowing from the corners of his lips, his slender and pale fingers pressed against his lips, and he coughed uncontrollably, the cold fingertips brushing the blood from the corners of his lips.

The scenes that happened in the past are recalled over and over again in my mind, like a nightmare that I can't get rid of. Every time the memory brings pains and pains, leaving a deep and ancient pain, not sharp, but long and long. , which has invaded all emotions like a poison, and it is difficult to get rid of it.

really weird.

Why do you feel pain.

He hadn't felt this way in a long time.

Mo Liyan was silent for a while, calmly and clearly, admonishing himself in his heart.

his choice,

He never regrets it.

all consequences,

He will bear.

night,

child time.

A well-trained army flew over the top of the mountain in a rigorous and quiet manner, walking silently and quietly across the mountain. The dim moonlight fell on their resolute and sturdy faces, and the murderous aura was complete.

And Mo Liyan walked at the front, wearing a black armor, cold and ruthless, with a straight back, like a god.

Even if his heart hurts and hurts again, he still has to maintain all his calm and self-restraint, and show a calm and calm appearance in front of thousands of soldiers who respect him as if they believed in him.

in his life,

It can only live for that hatred and strategy.

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

It's been three days.

Most of them thought that Mo Liyan would resolutely capture Liancheng, but he had given up on his original plan from the first day.

In another sense, these three days were nothing more than a gimmick, focusing all the attention of the Koreans on Liancheng and ignoring other cities.

In this, Mo Liyan has made it clear that he wants to attack the city.

It is Sioux City and Cold City, which are separated from Liancheng.

Probably no one thought

Mo Liyan would be so bold and dignified to divert the attention of others and split up.

Guard the military base and create an illusion.

The other two armies attacked the cities of Su and Han respectively 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 return to his life after this battle.

As for Liancheng...

Don't do it.

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

now,

Mo Liyan swept towards the cold city with his elite soldiers, and there was a tendency of a kind of encirclement around the city.

Gradually move closer to the cold city that seems to know nothing in the night.

He stood in the dark night,

Looking at the gradually clear Hancheng in his sight, he narrowed his eyes a little and made a silent gesture to signal all the soldiers behind him to stop.

Looking at the cold city, his eyes were inexplicable.

He listened to everything around him, his fingertips paused, his expression unfathomable in the night, cold and dignified.

at last,

He suddenly opened his mouth, his thin lips opened lightly, and he uttered a word very quickly and clearly: "Withdraw."