Mo Yizhi led his troops out of the city and rushed to the location of the second prince and the third prince without stopping.

But who knew that at noon the next day, the originally bright sunny weather suddenly burst into thunder and rain fell in an instant.

The heavy rain was like a waterfall curtain, blocking the view.

The thunder roared as if it was exploded above the head. The heavy rain in front of me covered the road. The horses under me were frightened and they were panicked. It was difficult to move forward.

The group could only pause their way and look for places to shelter from the rain.

When we finally arrived at a dilapidated temple that could barely be accommodated, we were already poured into a cold heart...

"The rain is so strange. It was a good day just now, but it just came down." A soldier muttered.

Another soldier looked around and hit him with his arm, and muttered in a low voice: "This is a strange phenomenon from the sky... there must be chaos."

Mo Yizhi was sitting next to the fire and roasting the fire. Although the two men in the dilapidated temple deliberately lowered their voices, they still heard words into her ears.

If in the past, those who speak nonsense in this way would be fifty or slap in the least, and those who are serious would be rectified on the spot.

A "clang" sound.

Everyone was shocked and saw a dagger nailed to the pillar less than a palm in front of the two people who were whispering.

Mo Yizhi didn't raise his head, and sat beside the fire, but the faint voices of the two of them were terrified: "Those who talk about Yin and Yang witches, ghosts and gods are terrified... behead them!!!"

The two soldiers knew their mistakes and immediately knelt down and begged for mercy: "Please spare your life, please forgive me."

Mo Yizhi stood up slowly with a faint expression and walked in front of the two of them in a few steps.

The two of them knelt on the ground, and could only see a pair of soap boots in front of them, but they felt like they were carrying a wealthy man on their backs, as if they had already felt the cold blade on their necks.

With a light "clang", Mo Yizhi pulled out the dagger from the pillar and squatted down.

The two of them dared not look up. Almost everyone knew about the deeds of Lord Mo on the battlefield. It was rumored that he killed people as fast as the wind, and his moves were fierce and fierce, and his clothes were not sticky.

These imperial guards who have been pampering in the capital for many years can withstand Mo Yizhi's killing spirit that has been through the battlefield for many years.

The two of them realized that their lives would be over this time, and even for a moment they began to expect the blade to fall soon.

Death is not terrible, what is terrible is waiting for death...

But who knew that the blade was waiting did not fall, but heard a "swish" sound. Mo Yizhi took the dagger back into the scabbard.

Then, he patted the two men on the shoulders with both hands, and said something unexpected to everyone: "No more examples."

Mo Yizhi stood up and returned to the fire: "Three people patrol in an interlaced team, the others rest on the spot, and the rain stopped and set off immediately." Mo Yizhi ordered in a deep voice that there was nothing else to say behind him.

And the two soldiers suddenly woke up and were still confused.

The death just now was undoubtedly true. The "no example" at this time not only surprised the two of them, but also relieved everyone.

In the dilapidated temple, everyone was still doing their own things quietly, but the atmosphere was obviously much more relaxed.

Someone whispered in private: "This Lord Mo is not as terrible as the rumor says."

"That's right, although I've talked less..."

"It's time to get rid of the knife!!!" said a patrol soldier.

Everyone was surprised, and Mo Yizhi also stood up and looked outside the temple.

I saw ice balls as big as children's fists, densely packed all over the ground, making the tile roofs of the ruined temple crackling.
Chapter completed!