Half an hour later, dark clouds covered the sun, and the cold rose from the ground, encroaching on the souls of the dead.

The general situation has been decided, Jin Yu was defeated, and he evacuated with the body of the little prince, and he didn't know where he was stationed.

"General......

Yin Bei's voice trembled, and he approached Mo Lingfeng with a crying voice, Mo Lingfeng looked around blankly, all of them were dripping with blood and dark red.

Mo Qianlan's body is not the only one.

The smell of cold wind, earth, flames, knives and guns was masked, and bits of fine snow drifted, flew, and fell with the wind, clinging to the corpse and turning a sticky red.

This place, in the past, was not a pure land, and there will be no peace in the future, such a thick ink and color, which is a color that literati and ink writers can never tune, will become an eternal embellishment of this country.

The soldiers had long since become accustomed to the situation before them, and stood quietly and solemnly, waiting for orders.

Mo Lingfeng hugged Mo Qianlan and exhaled a breath of hot air, his heart was still in a trance, and he didn't know what he should do.

She looked at Yin Nan, who was kneeling on the ground, suspiciously, and then at Yin Bei, who was grief-stricken, thinking what happened to them?

After a while, she slowly came back to her senses and suddenly realized "oh".

My brother died.

Like everyone else, just died so lightly.

She looked at King Wei again—King Wei stayed by Mo Qianlan's side and survived unscathed.

King Wei sat on the ground, his mouth open, and also looked at Mo Lingfeng.

He recalled this thrilling incident, rejoiced that his life was great, and at the same time made a short reflection in the long sword and sword shadow.

"General Mo," he cleared his throat, "I can clear your brother's name and put everything on Huang Yiren."

Mo Lingfeng listened quietly, let go of Mo Qianlan's hand, touched his waist, and thought, "Why is he still alive?"

With two eyes on King Wei, she thought again, "He's the son of the old thing."

King Wei moved his hands and feet, intending to stand up: "I will write a recital......

In the next moment, he saw a cruel smile on Mo Lingfeng's face.

A sharp knife was pulled out of Mo Lingfeng's waist, raised high, and stabbed at the King of Wei, who was thrown to the ground again before he could stand up, and the tip of the knife was caught in the cold wind and fine snow, piercing the heavy clothes, going down and deeper.

There was a "poof" sound in the wind, accompanied by blood splatters, and outside Gaoping Village, there was another ghost.

Mo Lingfeng fell to the ground, blood sprayed all over her face, she pulled out the sharp knife, gasped, stood up, stretched out her left hand, spread her five fingers, and brushed the fallen hair from her forehead up.

The warm blood made her hair no longer scattered, she inserted back the sharp knife, picked up the slug and threw it into Yin Nan's arms, and bent down to pick up Mo Qianlan: "Go back to the village, Chong Tao and Chang Long will lead the team, clean up the battlefield, Dou Lanhua and Nomad Qing will prepare for war."

"Yes."

The soldiers moved silently, silent about the death of the King of Wei, and Mo Lingfeng seemed to regain his spirits after his initial grief.

She put Mo Qianlan in the middle tent, brought clean water, asked Yin Bei to wipe Mo Qianlan clean, and went to pick up Mo Qianlan's clothes on the carriage and put them on.

Then let Yin Nan drag over a thin coffin, put Mo Qianlan in the coffin first, and then do the funeral after returning to the city.

The coffin lid "bang" slammed shut, she stood leaning on the coffin for a while, her heart ached dullly, as if she was bitten by something, Yin Bei walked over, handed Mo Lingfeng a bowl of water, and asked in a low voice, "General, you can also change your clothes and go back to the city."

At this moment, Chong Tao Huo ran over in a hurry: "General, there is a living ...... It was the Hou transfer envoy who came to the peace talks today, and he was stabbed twice, do you want to ......?"

He swiped his right hand from left to right on his neck.

"No, I don't." Mo Lingfeng took a sip of the teacup, and suddenly heard the wind outside getting louder, the sky was blue, and the cold was pressing, so he couldn't help but put down the bowl in his hand and walked out of the tent without saying a word.

Chong Tao didn't know why, and looked at Yin Bei suspiciously, Yin Bei motioned for him to wait and followed.

Mo Lingfeng walked back to his room, picked up Mo Qianlan's crane from the couch, buried his head in the crane, took a deep breath, and then shook the crane and put it on the

arm, back to the middle tent.

Under the gaze of Chong Tao and Yin Bei, she asked Yin Nan to push the lid of the coffin.

She pulled the side of the coffin, poked her head in, and saw Mo Qianlan with her eyes closed, her face turned blue, and she hurriedly asked, "Brother, is it cold?"

This coffin was thin and hard, and it must have been cold.

Mo Qianlan didn't answer, she had to cover the crane and asked, "Is it still cold?"

After waiting for a long time, still not answering, she said "oh" again.

My brother died.

She came to her senses, pulled a white hair from the crane, and tucked it up her sleeve.

Chong Tao's eyes widened, his brows furrowed, he didn't dare to speak for a while, he touched his elbow lightly, made a look, and made a "fast return to the city" mouth shape.

He wanted to say two nonsense words like "festival mourning", but when the words came to his mouth, he swallowed them back and gave up.

Yin Bei stepped forward and closed the coffin with Yin Nan: "General, do you want to go now?"

Mo Lingfeng shook his head, found a chair and sat down, drank the remaining half of the water, and a quarter of an hour later, Nomad Qing came to tell the border guard, she had questions and answers, and it was well organized, just when Yin Bei was about to breathe a sigh of relief, she suddenly got up and pushed open the lid of Mo Qianlan's coffin.

She stretched out her hand, touched Mo Qianlan's face, turned her head and asked Yin Bei, "Where's the medicine?" It's time for my brother to take his medicine."

Nomad Qing was dumbfounded, with a faint sense of ominousness.

He approached Yin Bei and lowered his voice: "What should I do?"

Yin Bei also secretly said that it was not good, his brain was spinning wildly, he didn't know what to do, and he only thought of Li Yitie after racking his brains.

He was so anxious that he pinched the sweat of his hands, and decided to perfunctory his eyes first: "General, the medicine, the medicine is off...... I have to go back to the city to get it, and ask the general to come back to the city with me."

He was afraid that this lie was too clumsy, and if Mo Lingfeng was ruthless, how would he be good?

Yin Nan couldn't count on it at all, so he could only stand here and push the coffin lid open, cover, cover, push it open.

Mo Lingfeng nodded, asked Yin Nan to cover the coffin, and walked out: "Go and come back quickly."

She agreed so happily that Yin Bei became more and more worried, and he followed closely and walked out: "Nan, prepare the horse!"

Nomad Qing followed out, and his voice was a little sharp: "What should I do when I go back to the city?"

"I don't know!" Yin Bei lowered his voice and roared, his head covered in cold sweat, "Shut your mouth!"

He was powerless to think about it anymore, Mo Qianlan asked him to "loosen up" Huang Yiren, he didn't expect to be released with such a result.

There are Li Yitie in the city, as well as Wu Tong's judgment, there is always a way!

Yin Nan brought Mo Lingfeng's white horse, Mo Lingfeng turned over on the horse, covered with blood and never replaced, holding the horse whip tightly in his hand, urging Yin Bei: "Hurry up."

Yin Bei turned his head and whispered to Yin Nan: "You and Xiao Dou are staying here, if there is any change, kill them!"

The Mo family has two Dinghai Divine Needles, one is dead and one is messy, he can't fully trust Nomad Qing, but Yin Nan and Xiao Dou, who are evenly matched, can reassure him.

After saying that, he immediately turned over his horse, raised his horsewhip, and beat his horse back to the city with Mo Lingfeng, and ran to the person who was in danger.