Hei Song stared at Mo Li in terror. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't believe this man with such stunning looks could be so terrifying. However…
"What are you looking at? Kneel properly!" Mo Li said coldly and angrily.
The henchmen beside Heisong muttered, "He got dumped, and he's taking his anger out on us."
Mo Li squinted and approached the soldier. "What did you say..."
The soldier turned pale with fright, shrank back, and dared not utter another word.
One hour ago—
"It seems the barbarians have occupied Black Dragon Mountain and are planning to wage war against us," Mulan said with a worried expression.
Mo Li frowned slightly and said with some concern, "I am very concerned about the capable individuals among the barbarians. If they all have the ability to fight ten people at once, then this battle will probably not be so easy."
Mulan clenched her small fists and said, "No matter what, I will defend my homeland to the death and never retreat!"
Upon hearing this, Mo Li grabbed Hua Mulan's hand and said with a solemn expression, "Mulan, you must not act rashly or impulsively. Sometimes you should be patient. A true man can bend and stretch. Only by living can you realize your greatest value."
Hua Mulan pursed her lips and nodded. "I'll listen to you."
Seeing this, Mo Li couldn't help but smile. "In that case, let's get some rest..."
Hua Mulan squinted at Mo Li, who was preparing to retire to his military camp.
Without saying a word, she pushed him out and slammed the door shut!
And so—
Mo Li, whose whereabouts were unknown, could only come to watch over Hei Song and the others. Fifteen or sixteen people were crammed into one room, and Mo Li ruthlessly tied them up one by one with ropes.
Mo Li sulked in a corner, drinking alone. The aroma of the wine filled the entire room, making the other drunkards around him scratch their heads in frustration.
Finally, Heisong couldn't hold back any longer, "Brother, your wine smells too good! Can you...?"
Before Hei Song could finish speaking, Mo Li glared at him, and Hei Song immediately wilted. However, the rich aroma of wine surrounding his nose was truly tempting.
Looking at the nearly empty wine bottle, Heisong finally couldn't help but speak up, "Brother, just tell me, how much silver do you want? We brothers will chip in and buy you a sip of your wine, okay?"
Mo Li raised an eyebrow. "Silver?"
Mo Li shook the half-empty bottle of Heavenly Palace Wine, chuckled, and said nothing, simply drinking by himself, completely ignoring Hei Song.
Hei Song was directly humiliated. Even though he was afraid of Mo Li, his other underlings were immediately enraged.
"Hey! What do you mean by this, pretty boy? The Third Master is already being generous by giving you money! Don't you even know who we are? You're the kind of guy who always tries to dine and dash when we go out to eat..."
Snap—
The soldier froze on the spot, his face burning with pain. Then he felt as if his teeth had broken, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. Finally, his face swelled up, revealing a clear red handprint.
Thump—
The soldier knelt on the ground, staring blankly at Mo Li. If his eyes weren't playing tricks on him, it seemed like Mo Li had just slapped him without moving at all.
But how could that be?!
Mo Li looked at his incredulous expression, raised her hand and her slender hands turned slightly red, then squinted and said, "You're really shameless, you've slapped my hands until they're red!"
The soldier was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground. Mo Li, holding a wine glass, came up to him and asked, "Little thing, what's your name?"
"I, I... Tian, Tian Lan..." Tian Lan swallowed hard in fright.
"Tian Lan?" Mo Li raised an eyebrow, looking at Tian Lan with her large mouth and fierce face, and smiled disdainfully. "Tian Lan, do you know? You look exactly like the ancient Taotie!"
Hei Song asked cautiously with a puzzled look on his face, "B-brother, what is this Taotie you're talking about?"
"Taotie... he eats anything he sees, he's never picky about food." Mo Li smiled slightly as he looked at the wine glass in front of him. "But unfortunately..."
Mo Li squinted at Tian Lan and said, "Because of his greed, he ate things that didn't belong to him and died from overeating!"
Tian Lan was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground. In his eyes, Mo Li's gaze was that of a ferocious glutton! But he himself was completely unaware that he was the greedy "glutton"!
"Hey, Tian Lan, do you still want this glass of wine?" Mo Li asked with a smile.
Tian Lan trembled with fear at Mo Li's imposing aura, covering her face and shaking her head in terror, "No, no more! I don't want it anymore!"
Mo Li squinted, seemingly dissatisfied with his answer.
However, seeing his horrified expression, she simply ignored him and turned to look at Heisong. "Do you have anything else to say?"
Black Pine kept his head down and didn't speak.
Mo Li downed the wine in his cup in one gulp, his cold eyes sweeping over the crowd. "Don't think that just because Mulan said she wouldn't kill you, you can be spared the death penalty! If I hadn't come back with Mulan, and you had done things that violated your morals and conscience, what do you think your fate would have been?"
Mo Li continued drinking his wine, his gaze remaining as cold as ever.
It was only then that Hei Song realized that Mo Li had been holding back all along; not killing them did not mean she had forgiven him.
It was all because Mulan stopped him; otherwise, he probably would have torn them apart by five horses long ago!
Hei Song sighed. He was a bandit who lived a life of constant danger, so when did he suddenly become so compassionate?
What's even more ridiculous is that the objects of his compassion are none other than his former Black Dragon Mountain and his own men.
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