The mediocre heart was cruel, and the cold light of the sharp sword flashed across the sky.

"No!"

"don't want!"

"stop!"

…rao…

I don't know whose voice came out at the same time, and I couldn't tell who was who, accompanied by the dull feeling of the long sword piercing the flesh.

Shen Zui didn't know whether she was awakened by the screaming voice or the warm touch of blood splashing on her face. When she opened her eyes, she saw Huai Mo lying on her body.

It was still that emotionless and cold gaze, so unfamiliar that it seemed as if he had no longer remembered who she was, and he watched her apply it quietly.

But he saved her.

He blocked that mediocre sword for her.

He was far away, and mediocre people were cruel. He had no time to stop her, so he could only block it for her. He lay on top of her, and the sharp sword penetrated his back.

Seeing that Shen Zui was not hurt, the mediocre man glared hard and pulled out the sword suddenly.

The fast sword fell and was withdrawn again, causing large amounts of blood to splash into the air.

Huai Mo snorted and cried loudly, "No..."

The mediocre man had already become red-eyed and took advantage of Huai Mo's distraction to strike with another sword.

Huai Mo was still intoxicated, as if he didn't feel the danger behind him at all. However, when the tip of the sword almost touched his body again, he turned around and dodged while being intoxicated.

The mediocre man stabbed him in the air, but Huaimo didn't know when he grabbed the sword scattered on the ground and swung a burst of sword energy at him.

"ah!"

"mediocre!"

"General!"

…

The mediocre man's head was chopped off by Huai Mo, and everyone suddenly screamed.

Jia Ling, Jia Sheng, and countless Nanzhao guards were surprised, sad and angry. Even the man in purple who didn't know where he came from and whether he was an enemy or a friend was frightened.

When the Three Kingdoms were established, among the Xiongnu, Tianyuan, and Nanzhao, no matter how many generals there were, mediocrity deserved to be the number one general. From the time he became famous at the age of ten to more than 40 years ago, he has always been a lifelike existence. The pass is invincible.

There were two god-like figures in Nanzhao, namely Yong Ren and Jia Ling. Yong Ren was even nearly forty years older than Jia Ling. Just like that, Huai Mo, who was seriously injured, cut off his head with a knife.

The moment Huai Mo cut off the mediocre man's head, he was even distracted and pressed Shen Zui's head in his arms with one hand, as if he knew that Shen Zui shouldn't see such a bloody scene.

The mediocre man's blood is not shed much because Huai Mo's sword is fast.

The smell of blood was strong, as if it was different from other dead people. The blood of mediocrity made the killing scene instantly quiet, and you could smell the drop of a needle.

Quiet, not really quiet, just condensation, condensation of hatred.

Those present, those with high status, such as Jia Sheng and Jia Ling, were devastated. The country lost its generals. How could they not be devastated? Those with low status, hundreds of soldiers from Nanzhao, were sad and angry. Their leader was killed, but still in such a tragic way. In such a way, anger and hatred are brewing in the heart.

Under the grief and anger, fear was nothing. The original fear of Huai Mo slowly disappeared until it was gone. Hundreds of Nanzhao guards did not even need Jia Sheng Jia Ling's order to spontaneously kill Huai Mo. Mo and Shenzui surrounded him one after another, pointing their weapons at one place and attacking heavily.

The situation of mutual destruction has become obvious.

These Nanzhao guards were determined to die together with Huai Mo.

Huai Mo stood up slowly holding Shen Zui in his arms, and pressed Shen Zui's head into his arms with his hands.

Shen Zui was not stupid. She noticed the strange aura around her and struggled away from Huai Mo's chest. The first thing that caught her eye was the mediocre man's body with his head removed. The sight was really horrifying. Shen Zui suddenly gasped. She He looked at Huai Mo in shock, only to see Huai Mo looking at him.

Shenzui couldn't remember that he had ever seen eyes that looked more aggrieved than before.

Grievance... Yes, apart from grievance, she couldn't find another word to describe the look in Huaimo's eyes at this time. Maybe in the eyes of others, he has no emotions since he woke up. He is like a cold-blooded beast.

He was bloodthirsty and ruthless. He even used his body to block a sword for her with a cold expression, looking at her as if he didn't recognize her. But she could understand that besides being unfamiliar, Huai Mo's eyes were also uncertain.

There is more persistence and certainty in that uncertainty.

He looked at her. In addition to being cold-blooded and puzzled by outsiders, he was also conflicted. Shenzui thought that she knew what he meant. He knew that she did not agree with him killing a mediocre person. He was not sure whether she blamed him, but he insisted that he was

Yes.

It's like a child who feels aggrieved when he is misunderstood by an adult and cannot explain the truth or prove himself.

Shen Zui's vision suddenly blurred, and she could barely see his face clearly in the wetness in front of her eyes.

A burst of sadness in her heart instantly overwhelmed her. She burst into tears and hugged him tightly. His body was also cold. She didn't know what Jia Ling had done to him to make him what he was now. But she was so heartbroken.

, she felt heartbroken for him.

Her face was buried in his arms, and her breath smelled of blood, but she could no longer reject it.

Don't blame him, it was their fault first.

"Huaimo, don't look at me like that. You are right. I will stand with you. Even if they want to kill you, I will accompany you." She told him lowly and firmly in his arms.

When Huai Mo heard this, his body seemed to stiffen, and then he slowly raised his hand and actually touched her head.

Shenzui raised her head from his arms and looked at him with tears in her eyes. He lowered his eyes and only looked at her. If he had completely lost his mind, he would only look at her.

Shen Zui forced a smile, suddenly stood up on tiptoes, and took the initiative to kiss his lips.

In the eyes of everyone, she was tantamount to handing herself over to a murderous devil at this moment.

But who cares?

Shen Zui smiled and kissed his lips lightly. His lips were as cold as death.

"Huaimo, I will accompany you."

She hugged his neck and told him seriously.

Huai Mo looked at her quietly, as if through the vast mist, the only certainty in the psychedelic realm.

Jia Ling slowly closed her eyes and sighed.

Originally, she wanted to save Huai Mo, but Huai Mo even lost his mind, but still kept thinking about Shen Zui.

She wanted to get Huai Mo, but at the moment, it seemed that the sacrifice would be too great, and the reward... was almost out of reach.

She has always been a decisive person, just as Huai Mo said, if you are distracted by flowers, the clouds will eventually clear up.

Huai Mo, she gave up.

In fact, the mediocre person's decision was right from the beginning. Leaving Huaimo behind would sooner or later be a great threat to Nanzhao. That threat could be enough to destroy the country. But now, if she wanted to forcefully protect Huaimo, the threat would be even greater.

The cry of mediocrity is very loud. Even if the person who kills him today is the emperor of Nanzhao, the mediocre soldiers will rebel and even...treason. Not to mention Huaimo, with the battle in front of them, it is obvious that these men are not willing to give up.

Jia Ling had made up her mind about the choice, and when she opened her eyes again, her eyes became calm.

She looked towards Jiasheng, looking far away, silently, but the tacit understanding between brother and sister was enough. Jiasheng got the message, and then said in a deep voice, "Generals listen to the order, Huaimo is ruthless, killing the mediocre general, really insulting me

Nanzhao goes too far. Even if I, Jiasheng, lay down my life today, I will sacrifice my life for the national humiliation and avenge the mediocrity." Jiasheng gave the order, which was actually taking advantage of the situation and hit the heart of all the soldiers.

As soon as the words fell, they resonated, and the rich voices of the soldiers could be heard in unison——

"Avenge the general!"

"Avenge the general!"

"Avenge the general!"

…

The sound is like a roaring bell, like waves crashing, coming over and over again.

At the place where everyone was being criticized, Huaimo hugged Shenzui, Huaimo was cold, and Shenzui held his hand tightly.

Huai Mo... Even if you want to go on a killing spree today and your hands are stained with blood, I will stain it with you. If you go to hell, I will follow you.

Jia Sheng, Jia Ling, and thousands of Nanzhao guards were in white.

A confrontation, a killing, everything is about to happen.

But at this tense moment, a person suddenly broke into the battle circle.

With white hair, white beard, and white clothes, he turned out to be an old man of considerable age.

He didn't know where he came from, and no one saw when he appeared. He just came out of nowhere and appeared surrounded by everyone, in front of Huai Mo and Shen Zui.

Everyone was shocked, and then heard Jia Sheng ask coldly, "Who is that person? If you don't want to die, get out immediately!"

The old man in white didn't seem to hear anything. He just looked at Zui Mo and the two of them and sighed softly.

"Follow me."

"I hope you can leave!" Outside, Jiasheng sneered.

Huai Mo looked at Shen Zui. Obviously, she was the only person he could trust at this moment.

Shen Zui was no less shocked than anyone present, or even more shocked than anyone else.
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