Chapter 11 Nine Heavens and Bright Moons

Seeing this scene, Mo Wenjun forcibly held back the discomfort in his stomach and played the flute again, and at this moment, the familiar sound of the pipa when he first entered the Lu family fell ethereal without warning, no longer a graceful and beautiful flower moon night, but a fierce and frustrated autumn moon in the Han Palace, like a drum that boosted morale in the battlefield, invaded the entire West Palace.

At this time, Lu Zisheng was like a puppet with a face like ashes, hearing the sound of the pipa seemed to be awakened by his appetite, he opened his bloody mouth, and went straight to the door of Mo Wenjun to kill, running all the way, plus his right hand had been bitten by a murderous corpse, and he had been carried by hard support along the way, Mo Wenjun's eyes were faintly black, and he couldn't make any effort even if he was full of strength.

And at this moment, he was dazed and saw Bai Yuchen waving his way, and the light of the Dao Xue Bright suddenly burst out from the flat ground, the light was cold, and it seemed to be not the same as before, the anger was extremely heavy, the sword was as thin as silver thread, and in the blink of an eye, Lu Zisheng's body was like a sieve chaff left dense pores, and then there was a pull, and the body was torn into countless blackened pieces, and the flesh was full of resentment from Zhan Ji's parasitism, making a squeaky evaporation sound.

Although Bai Yuchen in front of him had a calm face, it was obvious that his mind was in turmoil, and the terrifying anger in the sword light released by the severed detachment still devoured his body, he frowned, and a mouthful of blood that had been accumulated for a long time spurted out.

The more powerful the weapon, the more you can take advantage of it, once you are caught in a panic, you don't know when you will die in Huangquan.

Seeing this vaguely, Mo Wenjun couldn't hold it anymore, and fainted to the ground as soon as it was dark in front of him.

In a daze, he felt that he was lying in a soft embrace, surrounded by wisps of agarwood, and he no longer had the strength to open his eyes, so he could only fall into a deep sleep.

At this time, on the peach tree waiting for the flowers to bloom not far from the West Palace, a beauty playing the pipa lifted her water sleeves and smiled, her apricot eyes were hooking, and her skin was like condensed fat, like a beautiful and breathtaking charm in the night, twisting her bumpy figure, and in a blink of an eye, she disappeared like a water snake.

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"Brother! You see, it's time for three incense sticks! Isn't there an accident? Xigong Daxia said.

"I think it's more auspicious and less auspicious, if you want to be a brother, don't let us kill it together, it's better than waiting here!" Ouyang Daxia said.

"Yes, yes! What's the matter of waiting! Dugu Daxia said.

"Let's get in! I want to be a brother! Shangguan Daxia fanned the flames.

“……”

Outside the gate of the West Palace, there were a lot of reinforcements invited by Zhao Xiangwei from Jinling, about thirty or forty people, each of whom was well-armed, and they were all brave and good at fighting, but when it came to talking, how could they be so noisy.

"Wait a little longer."

Zhao Xiangwei rubbed his temples, the crowd chirped and kept talking, but at this time he was thinking a lot, he could only spin in place, although he had already reported to his superiors and invited reinforcements, but what was the situation in this unfathomable West Palace, and whether the people inside could retreat with their whole body, he couldn't make up his mind at all, he frowned, his eyes were firmly fixed on the thin crack in the door, trying to spy on it in vain, but it was just self-deception.

At this moment, a strong golden light pierced into the bottom of the eye, and the heavy gate slowly opened, like a gate that devoured all things, attracting everyone to stop, and at a glance, there were mottled bloodstains all over the eyes.

Behind the door walked out a dark slender figure, the black clothes like a ghost in the night sky fell from the sky, a lesson on the forehead cinnabar mole lined with smooth and flawless skin, like a fairy, the original face of the star was angry at this time, cold as frost, there was a trace of blood at the corner of the mouth, when this person completely walked out, everyone found that he was holding Mo Xiaogongzi, who had been injured and unconscious, both of them were mottled with blood, as if they had experienced a tragic fight.

As soon as Zhao Xiangwei saw the two of them, he rushed forward with an arrow step, Bai Yuchen in front of him was pale, and he looked very injured, but Mo Wenjun in his arms smashed his mouth, and the corners of his mouth were hooked with a trace of arc, Zhao Xiangwei couldn't smile bitterly.