The blood is hot and hot, splashed and sprinkled, infiltrating the slate, dripping into the mud, dyeing through the beams and pillars, splashing paper lanterns, and the reflected firelight changes to become a blood-red color.

The crown of Wei was untidy, his hair was draped and his feet were stomped, and he only felt that the cold air was invading, but he was shocked and covered with cold sweat, and he was shocked to cling to the window edge with one hand and grasping the fire chopper with the other.

In the hollow carved copper brazier behind him, there is a piece of agarwood from the land of Qiongguan, the Ministry of Li Mu, and the smoke curls out, floating like boiling water in the dark, interlocking, enduring, and endless, as if wrapping him in a fog.

With a "poof", a stream of blood rushed onto the window lattice, instantly staining the paper, King Wei retreated again and again, fell to the ground, covered his mouth with one hand, and suppressed an exclamation.

Can Huang Yiren resist it?

Where is Tan Xuan, why hasn't he come to the rescue?

He clutched the fire, crawled under the window, his knees trembled, and he stood up tremblingly as he propped himself up against the wall, carefully piercing the clear paper, and looking over to see what was going on.

At a glance, he saw the corpses on the ground that had not yet stiffened, the blood viscous and warm in the dark night firelight, converging, spreading, interweaving, weaving nets, dragging people into hell.

In Kyoto and in the imperial palace, he upheld the imperial power, wandered the treacherous court, plotted and was plotted, but he had never seen such a direct killing, and people really became ants trampled on the ground.

The blood on his face faded, his back was dripping with cold sweat, his hand holding the fire chopstick was slippery and cold, his temples were jumping in pain, he forced himself to calm down, and searched for Huang Yiren's figure in the shadow of the sword and sword.

No!

He didn't see Huang Yiren!

King Wei was stunned, and the corpse on the ground couldn't be seen really, and he didn't know whether Huang Yiren was dead or alive for a while, so he could only stare wide-eyed and try his best to look, just hoping that Tan Xuan would come to the rescue.

The fighting gradually stopped, the living people stood on both sides, there was a sound outside the courtyard gate, the strings in King Wei's brain were tense, the knuckles of his fingers were protruding, and he was blue and white, and he shouted in his heart: "Tan Xuan!"

The door creaked open, and in the dimness, two figures stood outside the door, stepping in, one of them was rushed by the thick bloody gas, and immediately closed his breath, bent over and coughed violently, coughing red and red, dead and alive.

After a while, he straightened up with a pang, wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief, and threw the bloody handkerchief on the ground.

Soon, his blood, the blood of the dead, was mixed together.

It's not Tan Xuan, it's Mo Qianlan.

King Wei was cold, looking at Mo Qianlan like a ghost, the person was miserable white, the clothes were dark, and the silk shoes stepped into a pool of blood, like stepping on karmic fire, like stepping on red lotus, approaching step by step.

Mo Qianlan coughed and decayed in the thick bloody atmosphere.

But his decay is not the decay of willows, but the gods of heaven and earth, even if the earth collapses, it can also control the wind and rain, and destroy the five lakes and seas.

King Wei turned his head sharply and looked around the room, the screen was empty, it was difficult to hide, and the same was true under the tables and chairs, he looked around in panic like a lost dog, and crawled to the screen, trying to hide under the bed.

At this moment, the door of the house opened, and the smell of blood was like a sword, piercing the cigarette in the house.

King Wei was still one step away from the screen, and suddenly stopped, trembling, his teeth chattered, his mind was blank, and he squeezed out a sentence: "Mo Qianlan, you want to rebel?"

Yin Bei stepped forward to light the candle, Mo Qianlan sat down against the copper brazier, the copper beast at the top of the stove emitted a hot yellow light under the candle flame, he took care of himself to warm his hands, and ignored King Wei.

King Wei seemed to be in a nightmare, and he thought that Mo Lingfeng was in a hurry, and he must have not informed Mo Qianlan about the alliance, so he immediately said: "I have an alliance with General Mo Xiao, and when I was in Kyoto, I helped her, and she promised to support the Mo family with all her might!"

Mo Qianlan glanced at him, speechless, as if King Wei was insignificant, covered his mouth and coughed, urging Yin Bei: "Go and see."

Yin Bei responded, walked to the door and looked, turned his head and said, "Uncle, here."

King Wei didn't know why, he stood barefoot aside, scolding Tan Xuan in his heart, but in the next moment, Tan Xuan rushed in outside the door.

was thrown in with him, as well as Qi Chang.

Qi Chang lay on the ground, unobtrusive, and Tan Xuan was furious and jumped up,

Running towards the King of Wei, he opened his arms and blocked in front of the King of Wei, his anger was beyond words.

"Mo Qianlan!" He shouted angrily, "You have rebelled, and your sin is unforgivable! If you turn back at this time, you can still leave a way for General Mo to live!"

He was angry, but he couldn't do anything about it—the alarmed guards, and the unalarmed guards, had already perished.

Mo Qianlan sniffed the aroma in the house, and said calmly: "What am I doing when I rebel, there is a strong enemy in front of me, and a big country in the back, and the rebellion is also subject to splint gas."

King Wei noticed a glimmer of life, but he was still confused, Tan Xuan snorted coldly, and was about to speak, but Mo Qianlan suddenly said, "Do it."

Yin Bei suddenly made a move, grabbed Tan Xuan, cut his hands back, pushed him to the smoke cage, and kicked the bamboo smoke cage with clothes on the top, revealing a copper basin of clear water, with a piece of incense floating in it, and the charcoal fire below was weak, and no one came to add charcoal.

Tan Xuan struggled, Yin Bei clamped him with one hand, pressed the top of his head with the other, pressed him to his knees, and pressed his face into the copper basin.

The person who was just righteous and righteous began to struggle and roll in an instant, and when he was about to die, his strength was amazing, and he was able to raise his head from Yin Bei's men: "You...... Poof......"

Yin Bei firmly grabbed his wrists and pressed him in again.

Soon his struggle was smaller, only his head was still swinging from side to side, and slowly there was no more wobble, no more struggle, no more convulsions, a large puddle of filth flowed out of his crotch, and urine and urine filled the room.

King Wei was extremely frightened, his body was like mud mixed with water, and it was difficult to lift one of his heavy fingers.

Tan Xuan - Dead?

So easy?

Yin Bei carried Tan Xuan's bun, lifted him out of the copper basin, and placed him on the ground.

King Wei looked at Tan Xuan's hideous face, and heard the sound of violent beating in his chest, and his two legs seemed to be broken, and he fell straight down in pain.

He felt like he was scattered on the ground, falling apart, difficult to pick up.

Mo Qianlan coughed again, and after coughing, he stretched out his hand and pointed at Qi Chang: "This."

Qi Chang was lying on the ground, the water on Tan Xuan's body soaked his sleeves, he didn't dare to raise his head, but just opened his mouth to shout out the words he had been preparing for a long time: "Uncle, I didn't betray, it was Mr. Zhao who ordered me to do it!"

"Shiheng?" Mo Qianlan stood up and walked in front of Qi Chang, "Get up and speak."

Bending over for too long is also hard work for him.

Yin Bei lifted Qi Chang up with a wet hand.

Mo Qianlan pressed Qi Chang's shoulder: "He ordered you to falsely accuse Ah Chang?"

His hands didn't have the slightest temperature, they fell empty, and they didn't have any strength, but Qi Chang seemed to be nailed to the ground by an iron claw, dizzy.

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Qi Chang shook his head: "It's not the general, it's Wu Jin, in the end, it's to persecute Wu Jin!" Mr. Zhao accepted me as a disciple and taught me, all in order to send me to Kyoto and break Wu Jin's wings! It's just that the gentleman died suddenly, and I haven't had time to tell you!"