Chapter 91
Which one is more important, the original match or the favorite, Zhang Chuan is also difficult to measure. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info For Zhang Zhan, he still misses Qin Xingya and occasionally remembers Yue Ling. However, Zhang Yan knows better that in comparison, Wan'er occupies a higher position in his heart.
In the barracks, there was a veteran who once sighed that loving someone deeply is actually far worse than missing someone. The love between husband and wife will sooner or later change into a family relationship of life and death. Only thinking can accompany people for life.
So after listening to Zhan Lisong's sincere and sincere love words to Mo Yu, it was difficult for Zhang Yan to judge whether he was an infatuated person or a ruthless person.
Although it is not August 15, the roundness of the moon tonight is not inferior, and the moon stars are rare, which is also an excellent moon viewing night. Zhang Zhan looked at it, the stars were holding the moon, and the white-haired Zhan Zhengrong sat in the middle of the hall full of children and grandchildren, laughing and talking, and enjoying the joy of family.
It can be seen that the whole exhibition family gathers here, and the only thing missing is the song of love to linger in the flowers. Zhan Lisong's absence is naturally against the orders of a high-ranking grandfather. And relying on the favor of his family, he did his own thing, and he didn't care about their faces at all, and he didn't know if this was brave.
The silent and cold temperament made the early spring night even more chilly, and the old and young of the Zhan family turned their attention to her with her appearance. In addition to seeing through the world's aging and departing songs, and the childish yellow teeth who don't know the world. The rest of the men and women were all left without sparing, showing a look of amazement and shock.
Zhan Lisong seemed to be very satisfied with this expression, but he did not explain everyone's curiosity, but shouted with great meaning: "Grandpa!"
Zhan Zheng has been leaning towards the government and the opposition for decades, smiling proudly in the power game of life or death, and his eyes are like torches, how can he not see that his grandson has something to say to him alone. Just as he was about to wave his descendants away, Mo Yulian moved lightly and said coldly: "Mo Chao and Han Ling's widow Mo Yu have seen Grandpa Zhan. ”
Zhan Zhengrong heard Mo Chao's name at first glance, and his aging but still upright body was shocked.
Mo Yu ignored Hui Zhan Lisong's surprised expression, nor did he pay attention to Hui Zhan Zheng's ugly expression, and still said unhurriedly: "Grandpa Zhan has been ill in recent years, and he has already been terminally ill, and he will die in half a month at the latest." Fortunately, Mo Yu came in time, and before Grandpa Zhan passed away, he could present you with the tragedy of the family's destruction and the loss of children and grandchildren. ”
Looking at Zhan Lisong's stunned expression, with a surprised expression of disbelief, Zhang Yan patted him on the shoulder: "Brother, the Xiao Yu you know has already died in your memories." ”
Zhan Zhengrong suddenly said sharply: "There are assassins!"
Mo Yu didn't move, but in order to make it easier for people to distinguish between friend and foe, Zhang Chuan pulled Zhan Lisong aside and stayed out of the matter.
The wind whistling from the passing of the robes, and in the blink of an eye, seven or eight good players had already flown into the field, and without the slightest hesitation, they surrounded Mo Yu.
Just looking at the posture of these people standing, the momentum is natural, and the eyes are still shining like bright stars in the middle of the night, Zhang Yan can't ask himself any of them.
And when they stood firm, they did not move as far as an abyss, not only were they equal distances from each other, but the distance between each of them and Mo Yu was as if they were carefully measured with a ruler, and there was no error at all. The high level of eyesight alone is far from being comparable to that of ordinary palace guards.
However, Zhang Yan found that the four guards who were facing Mo Yu head-on obviously had a strange look on their faces. You don't have to think about it to know that you are moved by Mo Yu's beauty, and the momentum around your body is obviously relaxed.
The formation of eight people is no longer invulnerable.
Zhang Yan also thought of this, since ancient times, heroes have been sad to pass the beauty pass. In the face of peerless enchantment, only a few people can really bear to destroy this rare beauty. Therefore, only after the tempering of the real fire can we create the perseverance of the iron beating, so that we can be invincible and break everything. Otherwise, if you have good intentions, you are not suitable to wander in a ruthless world. For example, Mo Yu at this moment, will he be merciful because of the mercy of these guards.
Zhan Zhengrong shouted again: "Don't kill it!"
I saw Mo Yu smile coldly, motionless and let the sword qi of the eight knives lock her to death, and let it slash at her head. She just looked at Zhan Zhengrong with pity, and there was no warmth or emotion in her cold eyes.
The next moment, Mo Yu, who was locked by the sword qi, disappeared out of thin air. When she reappeared in the limelight, Zhan Zhengrong's throat was being grasped by her soft, boneless, creamy little hands.
Zhan Zhengrong's old face was full of ravines, and he was immediately suffocated red, and when he had difficulty breathing, his throat made a "ho-ho" sound.
Mo Yu's incomparably beautiful face was still full of coldness, but the corners of his mouth pulled out a smile, and he said softly: "Ten years ago tonight, did Grandpa Zhan sit on top of the high hall and drink after witnessing the raid of his political enemy's house?"
"Xiao Yu don't!" Zhan Lisong exclaimed, "He's my grandfather!"
And looking at Zhan Lisong's stunned face, he smiled silently: "Who are you?"
The guards saw that Zhan Zhengrong was captured, and Zhan Zhengrong couldn't speak, so he couldn't advance or retreat for a while, and he was helpless. However, the family affection that blood is thicker than water made the old and young of the Zhan family scream and rush to Mo Yu.
Zhang Yan sighed and closed his eyes. Listening to the "bang" palm, when Zhang Yan opened his eyes again, the Zhan family was almost dead.
Under the bright full moon, corpses are everywhere, like a soft and beautiful Danqing pen of hell on earth.
In the entire exhibition family, in addition to Zhan Zhengrong and Zhan Lisong, there is only a beautiful young woman with a baby in her arms left.
Zhan Lisong shouted in grief, brushed the ground and drew his sword, the sword light shone, and rolled towards Mo Yu.
Killing the most beloved person is never a good thing to think about.
Mo Yu glanced at Zhan Lisong coldly, and the slender hand controlled the dragon, and the white sleeves like snow floated out, and after a crisp sound, Zhan Lisong's long sword had turned into pieces. The bright moonlight gently swayed, and the fragments were like streamers, and the mercury poured on the ground.
Mo Yu was obviously merciful, and after Zhan Lisong spit out a mouthful of blood, he lay on the ground. He half-crawled up, supported by only one elbow, tilted his head, blood from the corner of his mouth, and shouted, "Kill me! Kill me!"
In the end, he roared in grief.
Zhan Zhengrong couldn't speak, but he was already in tears, and his face was cloudy.
Mo Yu said softly: "I just want Grandpa Zhan to look at you twice! Mo Yu just wants to look at Grandpa Zhan's powerless appearance more sarcastically." How can the exhibitor have a living mouth today?"
"Don't kill my husband!" The young woman holding the baby in her arms stood in front of Zhan Lisong, knelt down with a plop, and said in a resolute tone: "Please let the girl spare my husband's life!"
Mo Yu glanced at her lightly and said nothing.
Zhan Lisong was shocked, looked at his wife, and said complicatedly: "I never thought that at the last moment, you are still willing to stand with me." ”