Chapter 44

On the palace path, a carriage walked on the palace avenue in a high-profile and ostentatious manner, heading towards the palace all the way.

The eunuch who was rushing to the horse whip high and thrust hard on the horse's back, trying his best to make the horse speed up its return to the palace, and did not dare to delay a single moment, for fear that the master in the carriage would be thunderous, and that he would be the one who would be unlucky at that time.

The fast-moving carriage suddenly bumped hard. Mo Yan, who was sitting in the middle of the carriage, had no time. Slowly, a powerful shaking came, a dizzy turn, a fierce horse neighed, and the luxurious and heavy carriage fell to the ground.

"How did you drive a damn slave?" Mo Yan crawled out of the toilet in a dusty state, cursing without saying a word, and even kicked him when he crawled out, and fell to the ground and found that there was a blood hole on the eunuch's neck, and blood was constantly rippling.

"Who?" Mo Yan immediately became very nervous. The only two guards beside him quickly stopped him, protecting him one by one.

Who dares to assassinate in front of the palace?

Mo Yan showed a very shocked expression in his eyes. He never thought that he would be assassinated at the gate of the palace. Who was it? Such a courageous person? How dare he do such a thing?

The two guards protected Mo Yan one by one, pulled out the long sword from his waist and pointed at the empty space.

With a deep hum, a dull sound fell to the ground. Mo Yan stared at him with wide eyes. The two guards, one in front and one behind, actually fell to the ground with hidden weapons in their chests?

"Who is it? Get out!" Mo Yan's heart tightly raised, and a strong anger surged into his heart. He could no longer stand, picked up the sword and held it tightly in his hand. His fingers trembled slightly, standing there, constantly circled around, and constantly alerting the empty air.

The sound of breaking through the air sounded, and a small stone quietly slashed through the void and hit Mo Yan's wrist directly. He immediately felt his wrist numb, his five fingers were weak, and the long sword in his hand fell to the ground weakly.

At this moment, a figure that was the only one walked out of the dark and dark corner casually. The man was wearing a black mask on his face, covering his eyes and revealing his smooth and evil chin.

It's Si Yucheng!

Si Yucheng walked out gracefully, playing with two chess pieces in his hand. Before Mo Yan could ask, he gently hooked the two chess pieces with his index finger like a sharp sword flying high and hit Mo Yan's chest.

Mo Yan was beaten by two chess pieces and took several steps in a row. He sat on the ground, covered his chest, and a trace of blood oozed out of his lips.

Feeling the bloody smell in his throat, Mo Yan widened his eyes and couldn't believe it. No matter what, he was also a martial arts master, but he couldn't even hide. What's going on?

It’s embarrassing to be injured by two chess pieces!

"You... do you know who this palace is? Are you so brave and impatient to live?"

Mo Yan roared with a momentum, and the anger in his eyes rose into the air like a surging flame, hoping to suppress the other party with his own momentum.

Si Yucheng's tall and straight figure was hidden in the darkness of the dusk, his body was straight, stretched into a cold and hard line, and his dark eyes looked down at Mo Yan and slowly walked over...

Mo Yan subconsciously wanted to retreat...

Si Yucheng kicked Mo Yan hard on the abdomen. Suddenly, his expression was very painful, as if his internal organs were shattered heavily, and he fell to the ground in great pain.

Si Yucheng stretched out his hand, and the ghost star in the dark respectfully placed a dagger on the palm of his hand. Then, he squatted down, grabbed Mo Yan's head and lifted it up, and the cold and sharp dagger was pressed on his face...

The cold and cold dagger with cold light had no temperature, but instead made Mo Yan feel endless war trembling. He widened his eyes and wanted to retreat, but could not resist, "What are you...what are you going to do? Who sent you here?"

"Do you know what Lingchi is? Lingchi is also called "cut into a slaughter", commonly known as "cut into a thousand knives", which belongs to one of the most cruel death penalty." Si Yucheng spoke casually, his voice very calm, just like a calm ancient well, unable to make a ripple, but when he heard this, Mo Yan couldn't help but shivered and looked up in disbelief.

This sentence...

"Lingchi means that the executioner divides the flesh of the person being punished into hundreds to thousands of pieces and uses a knife to cut it piece by piece. The person being punished often has to endure pain for several hours before he will die. Moreover, execution is very particular. If the person being punished dies immediately or the knife is incorrect, it means that the executioner fails to execute and the executioner may also be punished."

Listening to Si Yucheng saying indifferently, Mo Yan bit his teeth tightly, his teeth kept trembling, and made a creaking sound.

Yan Qingyu!

"Is that woman? Is it Yan Qingyu sent you? Who are you?" Mo Yan suddenly roared angrily, and his heart was burning with flames. How dare that bitch Yan Qingyu buys the killer to assassinate him?

If she doesn't die this time, she will never be able to live a good life!
Chapter completed!