Chapter 1669 There Is No Trace of Fear

Chapter 90 Not even a trace of fear

But when he saw that Mo Shanghua was safe and sound, the coldness in his eyes dissipated slightly, and he walked over quickly, putting his hands on her shoulders, "Why did you come here by yourself?"

Even so, his complexion did not ease much, and the worry in his eyes did not show at all.

"The matter is too urgent, so I have to come." Mo Shanghua explained lightly, not surprised at all, and before he had time to say more, the person who was ordered by Zhang Wei suddenly killed him. The young man in front of him suddenly screamed, tilted his head, and lost his breath.

Mo Shanghua's eyes darkened suddenly, and his palms tightened slightly.

Zhang Wei carefully watched the subtle expression changes on Mo Shanghua's face, and Dang even smiled triumphantly, "How about it, little bitch, are you burning now or not?"

"Whether this granary is burned or not is not something I can easily decide. The prince is here now, and only he can make the decision." Mo Shanghua quickly regained his composure, and said calmly: "However, the prince is not easy to accept." Threatening person, if you want the prince to submit, why don't you let me exchange hostages, I don't want the people to suffer on my behalf."

Before Zhang Wan could speak, Yan Beicheng frowned fiercely, his face was slightly cold, "No, you must not go."

"Yan Beicheng, now is not the time for being indecisive and affectionate." Mo Shanghua turned her head and looked at him seriously.

She is not worried about the life and death of the people, but if these people die, it will bring a lot of trouble. Now she still has many things to deal with, and she really doesn't have the energy to deal with unnecessary troubles.

A tyrannical aura suddenly rose from the bottom of Yan Beicheng's eyes, and the temperature of his body continued to drop, "If this king says no, then he won't. Their lives are their lives, but yours is more important."

As he spoke, his slender jade-like hands tightly held her soft little hands, his eyes full of persistence.

Zhang Wan was still suspicious at first, but seeing Mo Shanghua Yan Beicheng like this, he felt a bit of evil in his heart, and laughed, "It's really interesting that the prince and you are so affectionate as husband and wife. It's up to you to exchange. Otherwise, we will die."

Mo Shanghua's heart sank slightly, and she tried her best to break free from Mo Shanghua's hand, but she didn't let go immediately, but quietly and quickly wrote a few words in his palm, and then let go of his hand, deliberately not letting go. Exercising kung fu, but as usual, step by step towards Zhang Wang.

Yan Beicheng looked down at his palm, and the words Mo Shanghua just wrote flashed across his mind.

Believe me.

A few simple words made him inexplicably stunned. After a long time, his palms were slowly tightened. When he turned his head, the woman had already been released, and Mo Shanghua had been taken away by Zhang Wei with that woman. Holding her in a human-like posture, the sharp blade lay straight across her neck.

Zhang Wu looked at Moshanghua proudly, and laughed wildly, "Little bitch, you finally fell into my hands, do you still remember how you treated me before? Just wait and see." , today I will. I have to ask for them one by one and get them back!"

As he spoke, he moved the sword across Mo Shang Hua's neck, and raised his hand to swipe across Mo Shang Hua's glistening white and tender cheeks.

Mo Shanghua's vermilion lips suddenly hooked slightly, and she smiled, without any trace of fear on her face.