However, Wuyue's plan, Deadwood is not clear, if the calmed Deadwood ponders a little, he will definitely be able to think of Wuyue's plan, but he can't calm down at all now, Wuyue's marksmanship is sharp, his body is treacherous, and the strength he is proud of on weekdays is like a child in her hands, just two moves, and he was swept to the city wall very ugly.

Once a person gets more, the deeper the fear of death becomes, and this is the case with dead wood, when he has nothing, and when he is still in the golden body realm, he has the courage to fight hard, however, when he takes the Qi Palace, and Xiuwei also reaches the visualization realm that he has never dared to hope for before, he knows that he is afraid.

So he was busy summoning Mo Wuchen, the meager troops in Qi Wangcheng could not provide him with a sense of security, and he needed hostages.

Although I heard that the relationship between Mo Wuji and Mo Wuchen was not very good, Mo Wuchen even ordered to hunt down Mo Wuji. But it's better to have hostages than no one.

Mo Wuchen was soon summoned, he was very worried, since the fall of the Qi Palace, he was put under house arrest by the dead wood, and became a deaf and blind man through and through, ignorance is the most frightening, Mo Wuchen didn't know why the dead wood summoned him, since the fall of the Qi Palace, he had never been summoned, so he was extremely frightened.

"My lord, I wonder what you summoned me for?"

In order to make up for the anger of the dead wood, Mo Wuchen reluctantly put a smile on his face.

The dead wood did not have the horror that Mo Wuchen imagined, but his expression was very calm: "Your Royal Highness Mo, I have good news for you, your third brother has already attacked Qiwang City, maybe he is here to save you, and you will be free immediately." ”

Unexpectedly, when Mo Wuchen heard this, his legs were completely paralyzed, and he knelt directly on the ground: "King, don't laugh at me, Mo Wuji has an enmity with me, besides, where did he get the strength to attack Qi Wangcheng." ”

Deadwood's face did not change, and he still said calmly: "Oh, is it? Doesn't His Highness Mo know that he has an old relationship with the magician of the Chu Kingdom? The magician sent Wuyue to help him. You know who it is, right?"

Mo Wuchen still knew what to say, the person in front of him was moody, and he was extremely murderous, on the day the city was broken, it was also a palace, and his severed head was piled up all over the palace hall.

"This ......"

Deadwood continued: "Although you don't have a good relationship with Mo Wuji, after all, you are a brother whose blood is thicker than water, I wonder if your safety will make Mo Wuji care?

As soon as he heard that his life was in danger, Mo Wuchen's desire to survive exploded:

"City Lord, don't kill me, I have been at odds with Mo Wuji since childhood, if you kill me, Mo Wuji may still be stealing fun?"

The dead wood showed a trace of ruthlessness, and the murderous aura on his face became more and more intense: "Anyway, it's useless to keep you, in case your death has some effect, I will still earn it." ”

Mo Wuchen was completely frightened, and hurriedly kowtowed, not even knowing that his head was broken: "King, don't kill me, don't kill me." ”

Seeing Mo Wuchen like this, Deadwood seemed to be greatly satisfied, and hurriedly waved his hand and motioned to his subordinates to take Mo Wuchen down.

Mo Wuchen only said that the dead wood wanted to kill himself, and began to struggle desperately, and his mouth was even more heartbreaking:

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! I know who Mo Wuji cares about? I can tell you, King, don't kill me!"

Deadwood, stunned, unexpectedly unexpected, he hurriedly waved his subordinates and asked, "Who?"

Mo Wuchen was suddenly entangled.

Deadwood roared: "Say, who is it? or I will kill you immediately!"

Mo Wuchen said secretly: I'm sorry, little sister, my brother is also trying to live, don't blame me, Mo Wuji will definitely not let you die.

"It's Mo Ruyan, she is hiding in a house in the city now, only I can find her, she has a good relationship with Mo Wuji since childhood, the king, you control her, Mo Wuji will definitely throw a mouse. ”

Deadwood strode to Mo Wuchen's side and patted Mo Wuchen's face vigorously: "Mo Wuji's sister is also your sister, Mo Wuchen, you can, in order to survive, is there anything you can't sell?"

Mo Wuchen was silent.

Qi Wangcheng jumped for a while, I heard that His Royal Highness Mo outside the city had called back, and the people in the city had already become numb, and the owners of Qi Wangcheng had changed too frequently, so that when they heard the news that Qi Wangcheng was attacked, people just said "oh" lightly and began to be busy with their own affairs.

But today is different, their new master is taken by the previous master and appears in the city.

"It's right ahead. ”

Deadwood nodded and continued on his way.

It was an ordinary house, and when Deadwood and the others pushed the door in, the hostess was preparing lunch on the stove, while the man was sitting aside, chewing something in his mouth, chatting with the hostess in a vague way, and there was a stall of peanut shells on the table in front of him.

Deadwood and the others pushed the door in, and the men and women looked over one after another, and when they saw the deadwood and the others, their faces suddenly became panicked.

The deadwood was very direct, and the blade of the knife was directly on the man's neck: "What about the girl?"

"What...... What girl?" The man seemed to have lost his ability to think.

"He doesn't know anything, so ask me directly. The hostess spoke suddenly, her face calm, as if she was accustomed to seeing strong winds and waves.

"Is that so? Then he's worthless. Deadwood drew his knife, the blade was covered with blood, and the man held his neck and fell on his back.

The hostess closed her eyes, and even though she knew that there was a moment, she still did not dare to look at it.

After a long time, the hostess seemed to calm down, and only then did she open her eyes, which were full of silence and even more death. She looked at Mo Wuchen.

"It was His Royal Highness who sent the princess over, and now His Royal Highness has brought someone over to find the princess, Mo Wuchen, is it fun?"

Mo Wuchen never dared to look at the hostess's eyes: "Make snow, I'm sorry." I ......"

The woman suddenly laughed: "How many years?Mo Wuchen, what else would you say besides saying sorry?"

At this moment, a crisp female voice came to mind outside the door: "I'm back." ”

The girl is not big, seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a simple peasant costume, but she can't hide her innate temperament.

The hostess suddenly exerted her strength, shook the soldier who was restraining her, and pinched it into a sword finger with one hand, straight to the throat of the dead wood.

Deadwood showed a cruel smile, the woman's speed was too slow in his eyes, he grabbed the woman's fingers, pushed them out, and clenched his left hand into a fist, blasting a total of 100 punches.

The dead wood threw the woman aside, and the woman lay on the ground like mud, her mouth, nose and eyes were full of blood, and she had already breathed more and less air.

"Gong ...... Lord, ...... Run. Even so, she was worried about the girl who hadn't had time to walk into the house.

From the time the woman shot to being taken down by the dead wood and seriously injured, but for a few seconds, the girl did not follow what the hostess said, turned around and ran.

"Aunt Xue!"

The girl took the woman into her arms, and the blood stained her plain clothes, and the girl could not cry, because the woman's body had begun to gradually become cold.

Although the girl is loved by thousands of people, but in the emperor's house, how can she be a stupid person, everyone in the house is murderous, and her second brother is standing aside, and she doesn't even dare to look at herself, she doesn't know what happened.

After a long time, the girl wiped away her tears, and said without replying: "Second brother, they said that the third brother is back." ”

Deadwood watched all this with interest, brother's love and mother's love has always been the warmest drama, so the betrayal from his brother has always been the most interesting, I don't know how she should react to this flower that has been carefully cared for since she was a child, this, Deadwood is very curious.

"The third brother is not dead, the second brother said that he was dead, I don't believe it. The third brother is incompatible with the eldest brother and the second brother, although you never tell me, I also heard some words from the mouths of the palace people, I never said it, thinking that as long as I am here, the brothers will not make trouble to the point of tearing off their faces. ”

"But after all, I thought that the eldest brother was gone, the third brother was also gone, and only me and the second brother were left in the huge palace, but soon, the second brother also sent me away. So, second brother. Is the Emperor's family really unworthy of feelings?"

Mo Wuchen lowered his head, in front of power, anyone will bow his head, a piece of family affection is even weaker in front of him, he took over the throne from his eldest brother, full of thoughts on how to consolidate his throne, he hid from his favorite sister to hunt down his younger brother, never had a moment of regret, the throne was originally bloodstained, even if it was his brother's blood, he didn't care.

But he didn't expect that it was not his younger brother who took away the throne from him, but the lord of a remote city, and it was not pleasant to have his life in his hands.

The tide has turned, he is not a cold-blooded king after all, he sent away his favorite sister, opened the city gates, and begged for a chance to live.

At this time, he has to sacrifice his sister in order to survive, just live like this, is it really good?

For countless nights in the future, will he just close his eyes and stare at his blood-stained sister without blinking.

Mo Wuchen opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end he didn't say a word.