The mediocre people's hearts became cruel, and the cold light of the sharp sword passed through the sky. Shu Jing was slow to turn

"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, and the insensation of the long sword piercing into the flesh and blood.

Intoxicated, I didn't know whether it was awakened by the screaming sound or the warm touch of blood splashing on my face. When she opened her eyes, she saw Huai Mo lie on her.

The cold eyes of emotion were still there, so strange that it seemed that I could no longer remember who she was, so I watched her quietly.

But he saved her.

He blocked the sword of the mediocre person for her.

He was far away, and the mediocre people started to act fiercely. He had no time to stop him, so he could only block her like this. He lay on her body, and the sharp sword pierced through his back.

Seeing that he could not hurt and intoxicated, he looked fierce and pulled out the sword.

The fast sword fell and pulled back again, bringing out a large piece of blood splattered into the air.

Huai Mo groaned and cried intoxicatedly, "Don't..."

The mediocre man had already been red in his eyes. Taking advantage of Huai Mo's distraction, he would fall down with another sword.

Huai Mo was still intoxicated, as if he could not feel the danger behind him at all. However, when the tip of the sword almost touched his body again, he hugged intoxicated and turned over and flashed by.

The mediocre man stabbed Kong, but Huai Mo had already grabbed the swords scattered on the ground at some time and swung a sword energy towards him.

"ah!"

"mediocre!"

"General!"

...

The mediocre man's head was cut off by Huai Mo and screamed in shock.

Jia Ling, Jia Sheng, and the number of Nanzhao guards were surprised, sad and angry. Even the man in purple who came from nowhere, who was not sure whether he was an enemy or a friend, was shocked.

When the Three Kingdoms were established, between the Huns, Tianyuan and Nanzhao, no matter how many generals there were, mediocre people deserved to be the number one military general. From the time he became famous at the age of ten to more than forty years, he has always been a transcendent existence, and he is a man who is invincible to attack.

There are two godlike figures in Nanzhao, namely Yongren and Jia Ling. Yongren has even grown older than Jia Ling for nearly forty years. In this way, Huai Mo, who was seriously injured, cut off his head with a knife.

The moment Huai Mo cut off the mediocre head, he even distracted himself and pressed his drunken head with one hand in his arms, as if he knew that he shouldn't have let Chen Zui see such a bloody scene.

The mediocre people didn't flow much because Huaimo's sword was fast.

The bloody smell was strong, as if it was different from other dead people. The mediocre blood made the scene of fighting quiet suddenly, and the needle could smell it.

Quietness is not really quiet, it is just a condensation, a condensation of hatred.

Those present, those with high status, such as Jiasheng and Jia Ling, were so sad. How could they not be sad? Those with low status, hundreds of soldiers in Nanzhao were so sad and angry that their leaders were killed in such a tragic way, and anger and hatred were accumulated in their hearts.

In grief and anger, fear was nothing. The fear of Huai Mo slowly disappeared until it disappeared. Hundreds of Nanzhao guards did not even need the order of Jiasheng Jialing, spontaneously surrounded Huai Mo and Yuzu, one after another, pointing the weapons in their hands, and sieging them heavily.

The formation of jade and stone burning is already obvious.

These Nanzhao guards were determined to die with Huaimo.

Huai Mo slowly stood up with intoxication, and his hand pressed his intoxicated head into his arms.

He was drunk but not stupid. He noticed the strange aura around him and struggled hard from Huai Mo's chest. The first thing that caught his eye was the body of the mediocre man's head. The scene was really terrifying. He was drunk and gasped. She looked at Huai Mo in shock, but saw Huai Mo also looking at him.

I was intoxicated and I couldn't remember seeing more aggrieved eyes than before.

Worried... Yes, apart from grievance, she could not find the second word to describe the expression in Huai Mo's eyes at this time. Perhaps in the eyes of others, he had no feelings since he woke up. He was like a cold-blooded beast, he was bloodthirsty, and even blocked a sword for her with his body, looking at her as if he didn't recognize her. But she could understand, Huai Mo's gaze was also uncertain in addition to being unfamiliar.

There is more persistence and certainty in that uncertainty.

He looked at her, and in addition to being confused by the outsiders, he was also inconsistent with the cold blood. He thought intoxicatedly that she knew what he meant, he knew that she did not agree with him killing mediocre people, he was not sure whether she blamed him, but he insisted that he was right.

Just like a child, who is misunderstood by adults, he cannot tell the truth and cannot prove his grievances.

The intoxicated eyes suddenly blurred, and the wetness in front of her eyes, she could hardly see his face clearly.

A feeling of sorrow in her heart suddenly disappeared. She burst into tears and hugged him tightly. His body was also cold. She didn't know what Ka Ling did to him, making him what he is now. It was just that she felt so heartbroken, she felt heartbroken.

Her face was buried in his arms, and the smell of blood was also smelling when she breathed, but she could no longer repel it.

It’s not his fault, they are wrong first.

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

When Huai Mo heard this, his body seemed to be stiff, and then he slowly raised his hand and actually stroked her head.[

He looked up from his arms, looked at him with tears in his eyes, and he lowered his eyes and only looked at her. If he had no thoughts at all, he would only look at her.

He forced a smile on his face, and suddenly stood on tiptoe and took the initiative to kiss his lips.

In everyone's eyes, she is different from giving herself to a murderous devil at this moment.

But who cares?

He smiled intoxicatedly and kissed his lips. His lips were cold and as if he was dead.

"Huaimo, I will be with you."

She put her arms around his neck and told him seriously.

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

Ka Ling slowly closed her eyes and sighed.

Originally, she wanted to save Huai Mo, but Huai Mo even lost her mind, but she was still thinking about intoxication.

She wanted to get Huai Mo, but it seemed that she had to do too much to gain... and she was almost in the distance.

She has always been a decisive person, just as Huai Mo said, the flowers and eyes will fade away, and the clouds will eventually disappear.

Huai Mo, she gave up.

In fact, the mediocre decision was right from the beginning. Keeping Huai Mo would sooner or later, a great threat to Nanzhao. That threat would be enough to destroy the country. And in front of her, if she had to force her to protect Huai Mo, the threat would be even greater.

The mediocre people's voice is very high. Even if the man who killed him today was the emperor of Nanzhao, the men under the mediocre people would rebel, even... treason... let alone Huai Mo. In this situation in front of him, it is obvious that these men are not good at letting go.

Jia Ling had made up her mind to make a decision, and when she opened her eyes, her eyes became quiet.

She looked at Gasheng and looked away from afar, and the voice was heard, but the brothers and sisters had enough tacit understanding. Gasheng received the message and then said in a deep voice, "The generals obeyed the orders, were cruel and cruel. Killing the generals and ordinary people is really too humiliating me. Nanzhao. Even if I sacrifice my life today, I will have to have a bloody national humiliation and avenge the mediocre people." Gasheng's order actually followed the trend and hit the voice of all the soldiers.

After the words came to resonance, the soldiers' deep voices resounded unanimously—

"Avenge the General!"

"Avenge the General!"

"Avenge the General!"

...

The sound is like a bell, like a wave, turning over.

At the target of public criticism, Huai Mo hugged Chen Yu, Huai Mo was cold and Chen Yu held his hand tightly.

Huai Mo... Even if you want to start a killing today, your hands are covered in blood, I will accompany you. If you go to hell, I will follow you.

Jiasheng, Jia Ling, and the thousands of Nanzhao guards were born.

A confrontation, a killing, and it is almost time to break out.

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

He had white hair, white beard and white clothes, and he turned out to be an old man of great age.

I don’t know where he came from, and no one saw him appear when he appeared. He suddenly came out of nowhere, appeared in the siege of everyone, and appeared in front of Huai Mo and Chen Zui.

Everyone was surprised, and then they heard Gasheng ask coldly, "Who? If you don't want to die, get out immediately!"

The old man in white seemed to have never heard of it, just looked at Zui Mo and sighed.

"Follow me."

"You can leave too!" Jiasheng sneered outside.

Huai Mo looked at Chen Zui, obviously, she was the only person he could believe in at this moment.

There are no fewer intoxication and shock than anyone present, or even more than anyone else.

Her eyes were originally falling in the direction where the old man appeared, so she could see the most clearly that the old man did not come from, but... appeared out of thin air.
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