Mo Junran glanced at the teacup Liu Yi handed him, his deep black eyes glancing at it. Under Liu Yi's flattering gaze, he slowly took it with his slender hands, put it under his nose and sniffed it, and said with a slight smile on his thin lips: "Hmm, not bad! Softening muscle powder, paired with tea brewed from clear mountain spring water, is indeed a cup of...good tea!"
The ingratiating smile on Liu Yi's face froze.
"Your Majesty, what are you talking about? This tea..." Liu Yi wanted to explain.
But when he met Mo Junran's dark eyes, Liu Yi was filled with fear.
The next moment.
He broke out through the window.
Mo Junran did not stop him.
After Liu Yi broke out of the window, he took out a flare from his arms. The moment it was fired, he rushed into the dark forest at an extremely fast speed.
Everything went very smoothly.
"Go ahead."
Mo Junran's voice sounded faintly in the carriage.
In the darkness, several dark shadows followed Liu Yi like ghosts...
Mo Junran leisurely straightened his sleeves before slowly standing up and walking out of the carriage.
The flare still lingered in the air, a shimmering afterglow, almost identical to the scene in his dream...
It's almost the same as what happened in my dream.
Mo Junran couldn't help but think of the day he escorted the Empress Dowager back to the Cining Palace. After being dragged to the Buddhist temple by the Empress Dowager to kneel and worship the Buddha for a while, he had a strange and disjointed dream that night...
"My Lord, are you okay?"
Xu Feng came with his men very quickly.
Although the carriage was surrounded by guards, they were the prince's men, and the Yulin soldiers brought by Xu Feng were only there to protect the front and back...
Mo Junran's gaze fell on Xu Feng.
In the dream, Xu Feng died for him, dying under the cliff that provided him with a foundation...
"Get ready."
What?
Xu Feng and others were confused.
'call out……'
At this moment, an arrow tore through the darkness—
Xu Feng's eyes sharpened, he drew his sword and leaped forward to block the attack; "There's an assassin, protect the prince..."
"kill!"
This night.
The sound of killing continued.
During this period, there were more than ten loud explosions.
The noise continued for most of the night... When everything settled, the smell of blood had practically spread across the entire Yinfeng Mountain...
If it were daytime, you would definitely see the mountains full of corpses.
The hilltops were dyed red.
"Master, not a single one is left!"
Chen Ming, dressed in black, easily lifted Liu Yi, whose legs had been chopped off, and threw him in front of the carriage. Liu Yi's face turned pale with pain, but he was still conscious.
He looked terrified.
Horrified, he looked at the handsome man standing on the carriage, who looked like a Buddhist disciple. He hurriedly crawled closer with both hands and said, "Your Majesty, I was wrong. I was bewitched and deceived by those evil people. Please spare my life..."
'Whoosh!'
Liu Yi raised his head, and a tiny silver needle appeared in his mouth and shot towards Mo Junran.
"master!"
"Your Majesty..."
Mo Junran flicked his wide sleeves lightly, and the silver needle shot directly onto the carriage door.
"Looks like he still has the strength."
"Then chop off his hands."
Liu Yi's face turned pale in an instant.
He stopped crawling and wanted to turn around and run away, but how could he escape with his legs cut off?
Chen Ming stepped on him.
The knife fell with a loud swoop.
Liu Yi's hands were chopped off directly.
"ah--"
"Don't let him die. Take him back and interrogate him carefully to see if there are any other interesting things that I don't know..." Mo Junran said calmly in the carriage.
"Yes." Chen Ming mentioned Liu Yi.
"Your Majesty, please spare my life..."
Liu Yi's terrified cry disappeared into the darkness.
As Chen Ming left, the masked, black-clad, armored soldiers who had been hiding in the darkness also retreated silently like ghosts...leaving behind only the corpses of the bandits who had been slaughtered all over the mountain...
Xu Feng and other Yulin soldiers: ...?
Looking at the man standing on the carriage, as holy as a Buddhist disciple... everyone swallowed their saliva subconsciously, and there was no longer any "amazement" in their eyes as before.
This...Wing King!
But it was beyond any of their imagination.
"General Xu."
Mo Junran looked at Xu Feng.
Upon hearing the voice, Xu Feng immediately stepped forward and bowed respectfully: "Your Highness! I am here."
"Clear the mountain."
Wh-what?
Xu Feng was confused when he heard this.
Because he couldn't understand the meaning of Mo Junran's words for a moment.
Finally, it was his deputy general Liu Fang who reacted and answered on behalf of his boss: "Yes, Your Highness, we will immediately clean up the bodies of these bandits..."
"Um!"
But when leaving, Xu Feng couldn't help but ask: "Your Highness, what should we do with the bodies of our own people?" He actually wanted to talk about the bodies of the black-armored soldiers. After all, there are no immortals on the battlefield.
But it was obvious that he was overthinking it.
Because he would soon discover that after searching the entire mountain, he hadn't seen a single trace of the Black Armored Army. Not to mention corpses, not even a scrap of clothing had been left behind...
Dawn is approaching.
"Chirp..."
A small, pitch-black crow suddenly descended from the broken car window. It was a very small bird, like a crow, but it was not a real crow, with a pointed beak and sharp claws.
One fell on the car window.
It jumped towards the shoulder of the man who was leaning on a soft pillow with his eyes closed in the car. It was very agile and very fast.
Mo Junran opened his eyes.
A hint of coldness flashed in the dark eyes, and the black bird's body stiffened.
If it weren't for the special training, I'd have been startled and flew away by now...
It had actually been hovering over Yinfeng Mountain for half the night.
This was because the bloody smell on Yinfeng Mountain was too strong, and there were too many mixed smells of exploding fire bombs, plus too many smells of "its own people", so it could only wait until the smell dispersed a little before it came.
“Chirp!
Its claws gently scratched at the mailbox tied to its leg.
Mo Junran glanced at it sideways, then grabbed it in his palm and took the note out of the mailbox.
Expand and take a look.
He sat up straight suddenly.
The beautiful handwriting and reminder in the letter made a glimmer of light flash in Mo Junran's deep eyes.
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