Chapter 305: Are you hoping for his death so much?

Thinking that Xuelong was too tired to run, Song Yanxi bent down with difficulty and touched Xuelong's neck soothingly with her hand.

She opened her mouth, but before she could say anything, she heard An Yi's urgent voice amidst the cold wind behind her.

"Miss Song, there are enemies ahead!"

A horse's hearing is far superior to that of an ordinary person, especially a specially trained horse like Xuelong, which can hear unusual noises from one or two miles away.

The wind was strong in the early morning, so the sounds they could hear were closer. The Liang army must be not far away from them.

Song Yanxi's expression changed slightly. She quickly looked around and made a quick decision: "Let's take shelter in the forest to the right front."

Apart from this, there were no obvious obstructions in other places, and the view was wide, so the Liang army could spot their tracks from a long distance.

This trip is to save people, and we must not cause any more trouble.

But for some reason, when Song Yanxi looked in the direction of Baito Peak, she felt uneasy.

She turned to look at An Yi, "Can you tell how many people there are?"

An Yi pondered for a moment and said in a cold voice, "Judging from the noise, there are no less than eight hundred people coming."

As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of both of them changed.

If you follow this official road, you will reach Baitou Peak in less than five miles.

The Liang army dispatched nearly a thousand people. Such a large-scale deployment could only be the group responsible for besieging the mountain.

For them, capturing Mo Jinchuan alive would mean enormous wealth, and even if they could only bring back a corpse, it would be a great achievement.

Even being granted a title of nobility or appointed as prime minister is possible.

Not to mention, there is already national hatred and family feuds between them.

During the ten years, countless people from Liang died at his hands, including many of their relatives and friends.

If given the chance, the soldiers of Liang would probably want to eat his flesh and drink his blood.

Mo Jinchuan is now trapped alone on Baito Peak, and the border troops are entangled by the Liang army in the Beifengpo area and cannot catch up at all.

How could they let go of such a great opportunity to take advantage of the situation?

unless……

They already got what they wanted.

An Yi clenched his fists tightly, and the murderous intent in his eyes almost solidified into substance.

"Miss Song, please wait a minute. I'll be back soon."

After leaving behind a few words, he quickly used his Qinggong skills to leave.

Perhaps sensing the two men's uneasiness, Xuelong and the other black horse became noticeably anxious.

Seeing his master getting farther and farther away, the black horse neighed irritably and subconsciously raised his legs to chase him.

Song Yanxi caught a glimpse of its movements and shouted sternly, "Xuelong, stop it!"

After receiving the order, Xuelong rushed forward and hit the black horse's belly with his head, neither lightly nor heavily.

The black horse felt pain and neighed in dissatisfaction, and was hit hard by its head again.

It was obvious that Xuelong was also emotional and this time he was serious.

The black horse staggered a few steps after being knocked by it, and then sat down heavily on the ground.

In those big horse eyes, there seemed to be the same emotion of grievance as in humans.

Seeing it like this, the snow dragon seemed to become even angrier. It walked quickly forward and even wanted to step on the black horse with its hooves.

He gave up after hearing Song Yanxi's call.

It walked quickly to Song Yanxi, lowered its head and rubbed her gently. Its obedient appearance formed a sharp contrast with its domineering behavior just now.

If she hadn't seen it clearly just now, seeing it like this, she might really suspect that she was hallucinating.

Her grandfather was right. It turned out that horses, like humans, had their own minds.

But he also said at the time that if humans and horses spend a long time together, the horses will gradually learn the temperament and behavior of their masters.

As the saying goes, you are what you are.

So, with Xuelong's current behavior, wouldn't His Royal Highness Prince Jin be...

Song Yanxi looked in the direction An Yi left, reached out and touched Xuelong's big head, and said softly: "I hope your master can be more careful and escape safely."

The snow dragon snorted, as if in response.

A man and a horse, looking at each other in silence.

*

Song Yanxi waited in the forest for two full hours, so long that she even suspected that An Yi had had an accident, before she finally waited for him to come back.

From a distance, one could see An Yi had a gloomy face and a murderous aura. His black clothes were stained with blood, and it was obvious that he had just experienced a fierce battle not long ago.

If I had just gone to gather information as he said, it wouldn't have ended like this.

Song Yanxi's heart sank to the bottom in an instant. For a moment, she felt her legs were so weak that she had to hold on to the tree trunk beside her to stand steadily.

Her voice trembled unconsciously as she spoke, "The prince..."

An Yi slowly raised his hand and opened his clenched fist.

In the palm of his hand, half of the belt lay quietly.

Even though it was soaked in blood, Song Yanxi still recognized the pattern embroidered on it. It was clearly the belt that went with the clothes Mo Jinchuan wore when he left the city.

Her face instantly lost all color. She took a half step back and leaned against the tree trunk, muttering, "This is impossible. He won't die."

Who is Mo Jinchuan?

He went to the battlefield at the age of sixteen, and in just two years he killed countless enemies, becoming a feared war king among the people.

He was even called Yama Luo by the Liang army.

He is resourceful and has great martial arts skills. He has always bullied others. How could he die?

How could he die if she didn't agree?

Song Yanxi took a few quick steps, snatched the belt from An Yi's hand, and said coldly, "Get on the horse!"

An Yi knelt down and said with a sad face, "Miss Song, please turn back the way you came."

Song Yanxi suddenly turned around, her scarlet eyes filled with disbelief, "You want to give up on him?"

If he dared to say yes, she wouldn't mind making him bleed on the spot.

An Yi said in a deep voice: "The prince is most worried about Miss Song, you must go back."

He paused, his scarlet eyes filled with murderous intent, "Even if it costs me my own life, I will definitely retrieve my master's body and will never allow those beasts from Liang to humiliate him."

Humiliation?

Song Yanxi suppressed the grief in her heart and asked calmly, "Have you ever seen the face of that corpse with your own eyes?"

Hearing this, An Yi's murderous intent grew stronger, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Those beasts from Liang State injured our master completely, and his face was a bloody mess.

I will not be a human being unless I kill them all."

An Yi looked up at Song Yanxi and was about to say something, but she spoke first, "Since you can't see his face clearly, he is not Mo Jinchuan."

Before he could speak, Song Yanxi asked again, "Are you really hoping for his death?"

Of course, that's not what An Yi meant.

If possible, he would rather die in place of his master.

But judging from the size and the clothes the corpse was wearing, it was undoubtedly his master.

More importantly, he also saw the double swords that his master usually used in the hands of two Liang soldiers.

The two swords were given to him by the emperor when he was still a young man. He treasured them very much and never left them when he was in the army.

On the battlefield, the weapon in your hand is your second life, and you must die before giving it up.

Otherwise, he would never believe that he was the master.

With every word An Yi said, Song Yanxi's expression became uglier.

She didn't even know how she got to Xuelong's side. When she climbed onto the horse, she heard An Yi shout at her, "Miss Song."

Song Yanxi rode forward without looking back and said, "If I say he's not, then he's not."