Chapter Seventy-Eight: Assassination

The next day, outside the city of Nishiyama. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

I saw a horse-drawn carriage parked on the road, the carriage was made of fine sandalwood, and the body was decorated with priceless precious stones, extremely luxurious, and the purple crystal tassel curtain swayed in the wind, making a clear and pleasant crashing sound. A few of the secret guards cautiously gathered around the carriage, while the rest of the place was all inseparable from the black-clothed men, the weapons of the two sides were handed over, the battle was fierce, and for a time there was blood all over the ground, and the ground was full of dead bodies and severed limbs and stumps, but it was still mostly black-clothed masked people.

"Master, we have been tricked, you ......go quickly," one of the masked men in black shouted desperately, smiling bitterly in his heart: worthy of the current emperor, he played with everyone between applause.

Hearing Mingfeng's shout, seeing that there were fewer and fewer people on his side, Mo Xiuyan's head "buzzed", and the hand holding the sword was even more bruised, and a wave of hatred flashed in his eyes.

Sensing Mo Xiuyan's vicious gaze, a joking voice sounded in the carriage at the right time: "Brother Huang, can you have a good time playing today?"

When Mo Xiuyan heard this, there was a "......bang" in his head, and the royal brother was lucky to play...... and ...... was lucky?

Mo Xiuqi's words kept replaying in his mind, Mo Xiuyan only felt that the anger in his chest could no longer be suppressed, his eyes were red, and his vicious gaze was like a green arrow quenched with poison, all shot into the car.

Mo Xiuyan's face turned red, then blue, and finally roared loudly: "Mo Xiuyan...... How dare you humiliate this king, and this king will cut you to pieces, and cut you with a thousand knives, in order to vent the hatred in the heart of this king......"

With hatred in his heart, Mo Xiuyan became more and more ruthless, and the secret guard beside him was cut off his right arm by his sword, and let out a terrible scream.

A low laugh came from inside the car, and Mo Xiuran's casual voice came again: "Thousands of corpses? "Do you not repent when you die? It seems that my father is destined to be disappointed.

Mo Xiuyan roared angrily: "What do you know? You have been favored by your father and queen mother since you were a child, how can you understand the pain of this king? Wenzhi martial arts, what is worse than you in this king? Why is there only you Mo Xiuqi in everyone's eyes, even the crown prince is a pawn to deceive everyone, a pawn for your father to successfully ascend to the throne of God, your father favors you, and even all the thoughts of the mother concubine to death are you...... They are also the sons of their father, the emperor, and their mother, so why do they treat this king like this? Why? Why did they do wrong? Why did they treat this king like this?"

When Mo Xiuran said at the end, his teeth were even more "creaking", his heart was unbearable, his throat suddenly surged with a burst of fishy sweetness, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

"Lord Wang......" The remaining few people in black immediately exclaimed in surprise when they saw Mo Xiuyan vomiting blood in anger.

Mo Xiuran said lightly: "Is my father's preference? Brother Huang knows that you can live to this day, but thanks to my father? If I hadn't promised my father, would Brother Huang still think you would still be standing here today? As for the concubine...... Hmph! The son of an enemy who killed the fetus in his mother's womb still wants to be cared for by his mother......?