The Third Thousand and Twenty-Four Chapters Are Astonishing Step by Step: The Family of Emperors Who Have Been Indifferent Since Ancient Times (One Hundred and Sixty-Five)

"Yu Yuan!! Stop it for me! Stop it!!" Mo Yelei's eyes were split open, and he couldn't believe it.

He could not have imagined,

How could the two people I have always depended on do such a thing!

They, betray him!

At the beginning, Yu Yuan personally helped him and led the army to defect to him. It was also He Bi who accompanied him and made plans.

But what about now? !

Yu Yuan is the opposite!

At that moment,

Mo Yelei was like falling into an ice cave, all his thoughts seemed to be frozen, his blood was flowing backwards, and he looked stiffly in the direction of the young King Jin.

he……

Understood.

Mo Liyan!

Mo Liyan!

All this is Mo Liyan! !

Yu Yuan's true loyal master is Mo Liyan! The behind-the-scenes mastermind who lured him into rebellion was Mo Liyan! It was Mo Liyan who pushed him to invade the capital! Even the person who created all the current situation is Mo Liyan!

Thanks to him, he was still ecstatic, and the victory was in his hands.

but never thought,

All this turned out to be an illusion created by others himself!

Mo Yelei staggered and fell back several steps. His face was as pale as gray. He already knew the final outcome.

one person……

How can there be such a terrible mind and strategy?

So deep, so fierce!

All the people present joined the battle, and it was an overwhelming war.

Mo Yelei had no room for resistance.

Dead restless.

Silent night, no moon and no light.

The darkness turned into a dense net, covering every corner.

The snow has been falling, covering thousands of miles of rivers and mountains with pure whiteness.

It seems to overturn the world and the mountains and rivers.

The pure white and cold snowflakes fluttered and fell, and the cold north wind hit people like a knife.

Destroyed and full of blood.

All the fighting has ended, all the chess games have been settled.

The screams, screams, and swords that still existed just now have completely disappeared, as if they never existed,

Only the corpses everywhere and the rivers of blood proving the real existence of this scene.

"King Jin." Yu Yuan and He Bi walked towards Mo Liyan at the same time and whispered.

Mo Liyan's eyes swept through this desolate and tragic scene indifferently. He looked at the pure white snowflakes falling from the sky, the size of catkins, fluttering, and the snow was reflected in the bottom of his eyes.

Mo Liyan withdrew his gaze, his voice was clear and pleasant, calm and solemn: "Thank you for your hard work."

Yu Yuan smiled and shook his head: "It is my honor to be loyal to King Jin."

He Bi also agreed.

in the emperor's palace,

Mo Qingcang fell to the ground alone, and he could clearly hear the fighting outside, until at a certain moment, it began to disappear without a trace.

how come……

How can it be like this.

Fraternity! !

For the first time,

Mo Qingcang felt extremely sad in his heart.

"Da da da……"

It was the black boots stepping on the icy obsidian ground, making a subtle sound that was neither light nor heavy. The owner walked neither hurriedly nor slow, nor was he in a hurry. It was a sense of indifference that was cold-blooded and elegant to the extreme. It's like walking on the apex of a person's heart.

Mo Qingcang lost his eyes, turned his head stiffly, and looked over slowly.

Even he doesn't know...

Who does he hope to come?

Just the sound of footsteps made Mo Qingcang vaguely guess.

because……

He had abused the young man who had grown from a young boy to what he is today countless times. No matter how many injuries he suffered, no matter how much blood he bleed, no matter how painful his body was, he would always leave like this.

Elegant, indifferent.

Take it easy, don't force it.

The sound of footsteps, which Bibi didn't care about at all, now seemed to be a reminder of the god of death, making Mo Qingcang fall into an ice cave in an instant.

Not Mo Liyan! !

No matter it is Mo Rongxuan or Mo Yelei, no one is Mo Liyan!

He was crying frantically in his heart, anxious and depressed.

until--

The man approached calmly step by step, standing completely in front of him.

Mo Qingcang saw that face.

It is handsome with sharp edges and corners, and the temperament is cold and fierce.

It can make the stars and rivers have no awns, and can make the mountains and rivers lose their color.

It was such a face that made Mo Qingcang's eyes widen, his face as dead as gray, and the blood all over his body froze.

The others in the bedroom have disappeared.

At this moment,

Only Mo Liyan and Mo Qingcang were left.

The extravagant and large bedroom presented an unprecedented deserted and empty space, gradually filled with a death-like depression.

Outside the window, the snow rustled, and occasionally there was a cold wind.

The shadow of a solitary light was dim, and the light in the hall was on and off.

King Jin stood tall and tall, condescendingly slumped on the ground and sat on the ground without the majesty of the emperor. King Jin's eyes were a little darker than ordinary people, always giving people a sense of an endless abyss.

At this moment, it did not contain any temperature falling on Mo Qingcang.

No pride, no hatred. No contempt, no sarcasm.

existing,

Only endless indifference is frozen in it.

"What have you done?!" Under those eyes, Mo Qingcang felt that all the hairs on his body were standing up. He pretended to be calm and said hoarsely, "I am the emperor! You are rebelling!"

"No." Mo Liyan held the sword with one hand, and the knuckles of his fingers were clearly slender and solemn. He moved lightly and gently with the tip of the sword to lift Mo Qingcang's chin, saying, "This king is On the side of Qing-Jun."

"You are treason!" The cold temperature of the tip of the sword against his chin spread, causing Mo Qingcang to be frightened. His face was ashen, and he trembled slightly from the fear of death, "Put down the sword! I am your father. Your Majesty, you are rebellious!"

Mo Liyan lowered his eyes, scrutinized him, and said casually: "You are all dead, who knows whether it is a rebellion or Qingjun's side?"

history,

It's always the winner who has the final say.

"You, you—" Mo Qingcang's face was as pale as snow.

Does Mo Liyan mean to kill him? !

Mo Qingcang almost spit out a sentence mixed with blood: "How dare you?!"

King Jin's tone was flat and indifferent: "When you destroyed the Lin family, how dare you."

This sentence made Mo Qingcang's body tremble.

Just because of this... Mo Liyan will definitely kill him.

To this day, Mo Qingcang has no guilt at all, he just regrets that he should have directly killed this evil seed!

"What about them..." Mo Qingcang's pupils tightened and he asked tremblingly, as if holding on to the last glimmer of hope.

And Mo Liyan slowly shattered this glimmer of hope, with two words: "Dead."

With a sound of "Boom--", something in Mo Qingcang's mind seemed to be broken, blood rolled in his throat, and finally spit on the ground!

He never thought,

In his later years, he would actually be reduced to this.

As for Mo Liyan, watching Mo Qingcang's face of despair as if his face was ashes as death, there was no fluctuation in his heart, and his tone was calm and noble, and he told Mo Qingcang a fact: "They rebelled and killed each other, which was forced by this king. of."