He barely lowered his body in a flash and raised his left arm.

"Sher—"

What sounds pierced the body!

Mo Liyan's expression was cold, and a bloodthirsty aura flashed. He narrowed his eyes slightly, without delay, and used his sword to kill the enemy with one hand, while his other hand pulled out the hidden weapon that pierced into his left shoulder without hesitation!

The hidden weapon was diamond-shaped, with sharp barbs at each end. When it was pulled out, it involved the left shoulder muscles. Every nerve ending was trembling violently, but his face did not change and his expression was cold.

Without even a pause, he held down one of the pieces and pulled it out. Large pieces of blood stained his left shoulder red, and his flesh turned outward, looking shocking!

He looked at the hidden weapon in the meager moonlight. The color on it was abnormally dark and stained with blood.

It's poisonous.

The young prince lowered his voice, quickly inserted his sword into the enemy's heart, and then pulled it out neatly, blood splattering everywhere!

The assassin in the distance saw that he failed to shoot into his heart and was a little unwilling to give up. He prepared a hidden weapon again, trying to aim at the slender figure's heart.

And just a second before he rubbed his whole palm—!

Mo Liyan held the tip of the hidden weapon with one hand, locked the direction of the assassin in the night, and threw it out directly!

It was the hidden weapon in the assassin's original hand that fell into Mo Liyan's hand at this moment. Yuan Shufeng returned it to the assassin. In the cold sound that cut through the air, there was a sharp murderous intent and a compelling hostility!

Faster, ruthless, and more accurate!

The assassin's expression began to become a kind of fear, a manifestation of extreme fear. He seemed to have seen some extremely unbelievable scene and could not react for a while.

There was a "pa" sound.

It was the sound of a hidden weapon falling silently on the ground, and with such a sound, a sharp weapon pierced the throat.

Before the assassin could even fly out the hidden weapon in his hand, he had already fallen on the ground with his body powerlessness and died with his eyes open.

After Mo Liyan solved the sneak attacker in a few seconds, he ignored the wounds on his shoulders and did not care about the spreading toxicity, and continued to kill people with a sword in one hand, like a god of death.

Until the end,

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

After receiving Mo Liyan's order, the secret guard directly grabbed a living mouth and took it away. Zhang Liu, who was called by the assassins who were dead at the moment, was already scared to death and was already in a state of fear.

Mo Liyan leaned against the tree trunk next to him for a while, and he inserted the long sword into the ground. He supported the hilt with one hand, while his other hand pressed tightly on his left shoulder. Black blood flowed out through the gaps of his fingertips, shocking.

The prince's long eyelashes drooped slightly, his fine eyelashes were trembling slightly, his face was abnormally pale, and he was panting quietly.

But his expression was as cold as ever.

After a while, after listening to Wei Xinglie's report, he opened his eyes and whispered in a low voice.

"Sir, you are injured!" Wei Xinglie frowned and stared at the bloody wound on the young prince's left shoulder, a little worried and puzzled.

According to the strength of the adults, it should be impossible to be injured, but this time...

"Nothing happened." Mo Liyan bandaged the wound in a sloppy manner, but the toxicity was not able to be relieved, and there was no time to be relieved. He was not sure what type of poison this was, but there was a clear tendency to spread, making the consciousness more drowsy.

Mo Liyan forced himself to wake up, and ordered calm enough: "Go back to the city."

The troops who arrived had searched, and no secret orders or clues were found in them, and they could not recognize who they were.

Although they were under the banner of saving Zhang Liu, in the massacre just now, a small number of people wanted to rob Zhang Liu, and the rest seemed to attack the people brought by Mo Liyan and Mo Liyan with a purpose.

If he really came to save Zhang Liu, it would be impossible to fight like this.

unless……

Their real purpose,

It's not Zhang Liu.

The so-called Zhang Liu is just a chess piece to cover up his goals.

Wei Xinglie was shocked by the thought in his heart, and his back was covered in cold sweat. He couldn't help but look at the prince's straight and arrogant figure in the middle of the night, and sweated for Mo Liyan again.

In fact, Mo Liyan already had an answer in his heart. His eyes were brewing and rolling cold and cold, and he had a kind of evil that broke through his bones.

After giving the order, he turned his back on his horse, and rushed towards the direction of the capital without caring about the injuries on his body.

Mo Qingcang was really willing to do anything to kill him.

This time the secret command mission,

If he was really killed, it would be just an accident. If not, if Zhang Liu had various dangers in the end, the blame would be placed on him.

And now,

He needed no need to hesitate, and immediately took the prisoners who had been detained back to the capital to report his life.

When we arrived in the capital,

The night became even darker, and the shops and residences on both sides of the street had already turned off the lights and slept in the darkness.

The iron cavalry broke through the stone road and cut through the night.

Mo Liyan's clothes were blown away by the cold wind, and they drew a cold curve like a sharp blade.

His expression was shrouded in the darkness, cold and dangerous, and more mysterious and unpredictable.

The wound that had just been bandaged for a while due to violent actions was torn apart again, and blood kept flowing down his left shoulder, dripping long blood marks on the ground.

at last,

He suddenly spoke, his voice low and hoarse: "Wei Xinglie, you go to the palace to report first."

Wei Xinglie was caught off guard and was shocked when he heard this sentence, "Sir, what about you?"

Mo Liyan pursed his thin white lips tightly and said coldly without hesitation: "I will go later."

"Sir, this is absolutely not possible!" Wei Xinglie stopped him without thinking. He gritted his teeth: "That kind of thing happened just now. The emperor is eager to catch your handle! And the emperor clearly issued an order to return to the palace to report immediately. If you know that you left midway, you may cause trouble for you!"

Mo Liyan held the reins tightly, and his eyes locked the darkness at the end of the long street, as if he wanted to see someone through such darkness, word by word, word by word Binghan: "This is an order."

After saying that,

He did not allow Wei Xinglie any hesitation and dissuasion reaction. He rode away in the flash, raising dust all over the ground, and the lonely and slender figure soon disappeared from sight, but Wei Xinglie could still see the spots of blood left on the far away road.
Chapter completed!