The voice is as clear and beautiful as ever, just listening to the voice to know what kind of beauty it is, but it is also a little different, carefully distinguished, there seems to be a little majesty in the middle, not angry and self-imposing.

Then, she moved lightly and walked out slowly, without powder, but with brilliance, like a pure lotus, with a smile and a smile, which made people lose their minds.

Looking back, she looked at the house where she had lived for almost a year, and she was very reluctant, not reluctant to give up the grass and trees in it, and even more reluctant to give up the people who had lived in it, his figure was almost everywhere.

But this is destined to be a thing of the past, things are not people, that person, I don't know when he will come back, I don't know if he will come back.

"Holy aunt, where to go first?" she got into the sedan chair, and someone behind her asked.

"Qi Li. The voice was cold, the Mo family went to pray for Li, and the Mo family stepped to pray for Li.

This time, if nothing else, she wants to kill people, and she dares to be disrespectful to her two most important people, this prayer Li will be a catastrophe.

No one will object, she is now an absolute authority, the team is vast, there are thousands, all of them are dressed in black, all of them are magnificent, they are all extraordinary people, the Mo family, it is really terrifying.

A heavenly order, thousands of Mojia ink heroes, all Quzhou came to meet, get rid of ghosts, cut the spirits, break the Dome Hall in one fell swoop, thousands of horses, ten thousand cars, the Son of Heaven pulled off the horse, and the emperor was fierce.

When the Mo family travels, thousands of armies open the way, and where they pass, such as King's Landing, all beings need to kneel and worship.

In the team, there are many people we know, the gun guard Han doesn't know, the sword guard Wei Changgong, the iron fist Yan Yi, as well as the Mo family's ninth Li Yannian, the Mo family's twelve guards, a full four of them, this lineup, it is not small, Qi Li, I'm afraid there is trouble.

Now they are not in a good situation.

"Mansion Master, how are you?" Zhang Debiao asked, a little worried, looking at Wan Er on the horse, he almost fell down several times.

"It's fine. Wan Er opened his mouth to speak, his voice extremely weak, like a floater.

How can it be okay, he just keeps being strong, when he rushes to kill, he is always at the forefront, taking the lead, bearing fierce attacks, although there is a king knife to take care of it, but there is always a time of negligence.

Seeing him like this, others didn't say much, it was too dark tonight, and they couldn't see the situation clearly from a few meters away, so they really didn't know what happened to Wan Er.

The sky is still full of thunder, sometimes lightning breaks through the sky, on the mountain, some vast, this magnificence, no one appreciates, their hearts are full of the feelings of the defeated army, there is no mood to care.

"Master, what is your past with that poor Tianyuan?" Walking was really boring, Li Gan opened his mouth and asked, not only him, but everyone was a little curious about this matter.

The title of the head of the house is still left in Hutou Village, and it has been called for so long, it is not easy to change the mouth, and Wan Er does not care, so it has been retained.

"Hmph, this person has a jackal heart. Zhang Debiao snorted coldly, and anger rose in his chest.

Thinking of it, he can't wait to break it into ten thousand pieces, that person should be thundered by the sky, and the eighteenth layer of hell in Yama is not enough to wash away the malignancy, the next life, the next life, eternal life and eternity, fall into the animal road, and be stripped of skin and bones to relieve the hatred in his heart.

"He was born like this, and it is not surprising that he betrayed him. He spoke again, sighing, in the end, he still couldn't take revenge, the mountain city, it was not something they could fight against.

Even if you can really collect the more than 2,000 mountain thieves, it is still not good, behind the mountain city is the 60,000 elite soldiers of Qili, how can you compete with those rabble, it is not at the same level at all, if you really fight, I am afraid that you can only be slaughtered.

"What did he do to you, why did he have such a deep hatred. Wan Er said, still weak, his voice was even a little intermittent, and this sentence alone didn't know how much strength it took him.

Although Poor Tianyuan had also told him, it was just a simple explanation, and he did not explain it in detail, he didn't believe that just because of more than 20 taels of silver, he could make trouble to the point of ruining his family.

"Well, that's a long story. Zhang Debiao finally relented, this secret that had been hidden in his heart for more than ten years, and today he actually had the urge to confide.

He thought that he could forget, that he could erase the pain in his memory with the passage of time, and that he could start a new life.

However, he was wrong, very wrong, some things, just like the big waves of sand, will always shine in the memory, whether it is good or bad, you don't want to see it, every time I dream back, it is still tears and dry eyes, the pain has been like poison, how to remove it, can only endure its torture.

He just wanted to speak, but who knew that Wanji actually fell directly from the horse and fell to the ground, his eyes were closed, and he couldn't move.

"Mansion Master. He exclaimed, quickly turned over and dismounted, and swallowed back the words that had come to his mouth, now was not the time to say this, he was not in the mood to say it, and the people were not in the mood to listen.

Wang Dao also immediately rushed to his side and lifted Wan Er up, only to find that his back was all wet with blood, as if he had just been moistened by water, and wanted to drip down.

Picking off his clothes, Wan Er's back was exposed to the air, and a scar was lying on his back hideously, with deep bones, and I don't know whose full strength was the knife.

Not only that, except for that injury, his back was almost covered with scars, some new and some old, the big ones were like the palms of his hands, and the small ones were the same as the pen shaft, densely packed, layer by layer, and the people who looked at it were numb in the scalp, all of which were left by the past few months.

The rise of Quzhou, although it seems that Zhao Tianlang and others are basically busy, Wan Er, who is in charge, is so uncomfortable, chic all day long, which is enviable.

But how could he bear less, as a great commander, how could he be chic all day long, he endured more than anyone else.

He doesn't have earth-shattering schemes, he doesn't have peerless martial arts, but when he doesn't take the lead, who can have that desperate energy, people, should have a person.

Mountain city.

Now the three of them are in the mountain city, with Fang Qihou and Fang Yi sitting in front, Chen Ping standing behind, and two guards, and other than that, there is no one else.

In the rush just now, there was the figure of Fang Qihou, and now the armor was still dripping blood, and the beheading knife was placed next to it, full of evil, and it was daring.

After the last Eagle's Beak victory, this Chen Ping's status can be said to have risen with the tide, and he is almost already Fang Yi's cronies.

The three of them stood tremblingly in the middle, bowing their heads and not daring to move, feeling as if the air was weighing a thousand catties, and they were out of breath.