Mo Shanghua originally thought that Han Xianqu was just the result of Yan Moli's reputation of treating his younger brother harshly in order to avoid being talked about. He should not have been given any special task. Now, it's clear in his heart to hear him say so.
Yan Moli is really cautious. It's not enough to have those two pioneers. There is a pioneer here.
Just thinking about it, he saw that Han Xianqu's eyes swept towards her quietly. The implication is self-evident.
The flower eye color on the Mo Dun time a Lian, turn the eye to see to Yan Beicheng, "don't enter the tiger's den to get the tiger's son, Lord, I and Han Xianqu's idea coincide."
Yan Beicheng opened the water bag, poured a drink, cleared his throat, and opened his mouth as if he were very cautious: "since you two think so, there must be your reason. Just listen to you."
"In this case, Han Xianqu, I'd like to ask you to pass on the order. When we have a cup of tea to rest, we'll hurry." Mo Shanghua gives the torch back to Qin Lin and orders him to go on.
Yan Beicheng agreed that Han Xianfeng had no reason to disobey his orders. He immediately got up and said, "the end general will obey his orders. By the way, the end general will find two people who are similar to the shape of the prince and the princess, and ask the prince and the princess to cooperate and exchange clothes with them."
"I know. Han Xianfeng, go and be busy." Yan Beicheng waved his hand and put the last mouthful of cake into his mouth.
As for the next, Mo Shanghua and Yan Beicheng deliberately did not have too much intersection, so as to avoid the doubt of Han Xianfeng.
Then, it was very smooth to find two people who were similar to them, exchanged clothes with them, and the marching order, let the two fake people walk at the top, while Yan Beicheng and moshanghua were dressed in ordinary soldiers' clothes, followed them, and when they got to the fork in the road marked on the map, they directly divided the remaining people into two, respectively From east to west, two different places go their separate ways.
When it was still more than half of the way to Donglin, the team that had gone quickly slowed down under the instruction of Yan Beicheng. He grabbed the reins of the horses under him, and his tone was rather casual. "It's too dark here, and you can't see anything clearly. You'd better slow down, otherwise, how can you fall into the pit?"
At present, in addition to Mo Shanghua of Yan Beicheng, there are no other vanguard Deputy generals in the team. They are all big headed soldiers. With Yan Beicheng's words, they dare not say anything. They are busy and obedient and slow down.
Mo Shanghua looks sideways at Yan Beicheng, who looks like a dandy Yuwang in front of Chang RI people. Her eyebrows don't change at all. She just turns her head and looks ahead as if she doesn't see anything.
At that time, it was late at night, and there was silence everywhere. Except for the disorderly step of soldiers and horses on the ground, and the panting of soldiers and soldiers, there was terrible silence everywhere, even the sound of cicadas and frogs.
Originally, he was riding at the front of the team. Yan Beicheng suddenly tightened the reins, and the horse stopped and stopped.
When some soldiers were still in doubt, they saw that the people around them all stopped their horses one after another, and stopped in line with Yanbei city.
Yan Beicheng was riding on a high horse. Most of his face was in the dark. Only half of his face was reflected by the moonlight. However, the scarlet birthmark on his cheek became more and more demonic and terrifying at this time. It was so vivid that it seemed to be stained by real blood. A layer of treacherous atmosphere gradually appeared in the air.
"Kill."
For a long time, Yan Beicheng cage in the dark that bipolar bright deep eyes just flash a faint light, thin lips lightly spit out a word, but let a person can't ignore, only feel cold hair all over the body seems to stand up with this sentence.
With such momentum, Yan Beicheng and Yan Beicheng, who were greedy for life and afraid of death, were just two people, and they could not be associated with each other in any case.
As soon as the words came to an end, those who were still in doubt and astonishment saw a flash of white light in the hands of their comrades in arms beside them. By the next moment, they had no time to think.
In Mo Shanghua's eyes, every soldier suddenly raised his hand and drew a dagger from his wrist. Then, he quickly wiped the necks of the people around him. Unexpectedly, all the people around him fell down in an instant. On the clean white blade of the killing soldier's hand, he was instantly dyed red by blood.
From head to toe, Yan Beicheng didn't even look back, as if he was extremely confident of the people behind him, and didn't worry that they would make any mistakes.
"Shua" and "Shua"
after dealing with Yan Moli's soldiers, they quickly adjusted their formation and knelt down behind Yan Beicheng. In this process, they didn't even make a single sound, and their movements were extremely light.
"All the people in the blood Department of the subordinates see the master." Mo Ling, who had not seen for a long time, suddenly came out of the crowd and knelt in the front of the queue, bowing respectfully.
Under the bright moonlight, Mo Shanghua looks at Yanbei city at that time. In her calm eyes, she looks a little. The feeling in her heart can only be expressed in words.She always knew that Yan Beicheng was powerful, but she never thought that he was so powerful. It seemed that so many people were just a branch of his staff. What was his real strength?
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Although it's not a long way to Donglin, moshang flower in Yanbei City wasted a lot of time to rest. When it was about to reach Donglin, the sky was already white. Moshang flower in Yanbei city and the soldiers were tired.
Mo Shanghua rubbed his forehead wearily, but he still raised his voice and said, "everyone, we are sticking to it. When there is a cup of tea, it's time to come to the East. At that time, you can have a rest."
"Yes…"
All the soldiers answered weakly, and the tired color on their faces turned better.
Yan Beicheng is also pale, eyelids have drooped down, seems to be asleep at any time in general.
This section of the road they took is an official road, which is open between the dense forests. Beside the road are lush trees and sparse vegetation. It must be an excellent place for Tibetans.
It seems that Yan Moli chose a good place.
Although the flowers on the street are tired, their eyes are still turning around from time to time, keeping in mind the surrounding terrain and the growth direction of trees.
Just thinking about it, Yan Beicheng suddenly didn't know when he came to her side and quietly put a dagger in her hand. His voice was very light and whispered in her ear, "be careful."
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