Chapter 2887

Between the lightning and flint, he leaned over and raised his left arm.

"Bare -"

What pierced the flesh!

Mo Liyan looked cold, and there was a faint smell of bloodthirsty. He narrowed his eyes a little without delay. He killed the enemy with a sword in one hand, and the other hand pulled out the concealed weapon stabbed into his left shoulder without hesitation!

The concealed weapon was in the shape of a diamond. There were sharp barbs at each end. When it was pulled out, it involved the left shoulder muscle. Each nerve terminal was shaking violently, but he didn't change his face and looked cold.

Without even half a minute's pause, he pressed one of them and pulled it out. A large amount of blood dyed his left shoulder red, and the flesh and blood turned out, which looked shocking!

He looked at the concealed weapon with the faint moonlight. The color on it was abnormally deep and stained with blood.

It's poisoned.

The young prince gave a low cry, quickly inserted a sword directly into the enemy's heart, and then pulled it out neatly, with blood splashing everywhere!

Seeing that he failed to shoot into his heart, the assassin in the distance was unwilling. He prepared a concealed weapon again to aim at the heart of the slender figure.

And just one second before he rubbed his whole palm -!

Mo Liyan sticks to the tip of the concealed weapon with one hand, has locked the direction of the assassin in the night, and directly hurls it out!

It was the concealed weapon in the assassin's original hand. Now it fell into the hands of Mo Liyan, and the original number was returned to the assassin. In the biting sound that cut through the air, it was a sharp murderous intention and fierce spirit!

Faster, harder and more accurate!

The assassin's expression began to become some kind of fear, which was the expression of extreme fear. He seemed to see some extreme incredible picture, which was difficult to react for a time.

"Pa -" sound.

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

The assassin had not even had time to fly the concealed weapon out of his hand, but his body was in a different place, unable to fall on the ground and died in peace.

After Mo Liyan solved the sneak attack in a few seconds, regardless of the wound on his shoulder and the spreading toxicity, he continued to kill 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 getting Mo Liyan's order, the dark guard directly grabbed a living man and took him away. Zhang Liu, who was called by the assassins who were dead at the moment to save him, was already scared out of his wits.

Mo Liyan rested against the tree trunk next to him. He inserted the long sword on the ground. He supported the hilt with one hand, while the other hand pressed on his left shoulder. Black blood flowed out along the gap between his fingertips.

The prince's long eyelashes drooped slightly, his fine eyelashes trembled gently, his face was abnormally pale and panting low.

But his expression was as indifferent as ever.

After listening to Wei xinglie's report, he opened his eyes and gave a low, dumb sound.

"Sir, you are hurt!" Wei xinglie frowned and stared at the bloody wound on the young prince's left shoulder, some worried and some puzzled.

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

"Nothing." Mo Liyan scribbled and wrapped up the wound, but there was no way to remove the toxicity, and there was no time to remove it. It was not clear what kind of poison it was, but there was an obvious trend of spread, making the consciousness more and more faint.

Mo Liyan forced himself to wake up and ordered calmly enough: "return to the city."

The soldiers and horses who came here have searched. They didn't find any secret messages or clues on them, let alone recognize who they are.

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

If you really came to save Zhang Liu, you can't be so war loving.

Unless

Their real purpose,

It's not a flow.

The so-called Zhang Liu is just a chess piece to hide people's eyes and ears.

Wei xinglie was surprised by the idea in his heart. His back was cold and sweaty. He couldn't help looking at the prince's upright and arrogant figure in the middle of the night, and squeezed a sweat for Mo Liyan again.

In fact, Mo Liyan already had an answer in his heart. His eyes were brewing under calm, rolling with cold hostility, and had a kind of evil breaking through his bones.

After giving the order, he turned over and got on his horse again. He didn't care about his injury and hurried to the capital.

Mo Qingcang is really willing to kill him.

This secret order mission,

If he was really killed, it would be just an accident. If not, if Zhang Liu had all kinds of dangers, the final blame would be on him.

And now,

He needs to take the prisoners who have been imprisoned all the way back to the capital to the imperial palace without hesitation.

When we get to the capital,

The night became darker, and the rows of shops and houses on both sides of the street had already extinguished the lights and slept in the dark.

The cavalry broke the flagstone road and cut through the night.

Mo Liyan's clothes were constantly turned over by the cold wind, as if drawing a cold arc like a sharp blade.

His face was shrouded in darkness, cold and dangerous, and more mysterious.

The wound, which had just been scribbled and bandaged due to violent action, tore open again, and the blood flowed down his left shoulder, dripping long blood marks on the ground.

last,

He suddenly opened his mouth and said in a low and hoarse voice, "Wei xinglie, you go to the palace to recover your life first."

Wei xinglie was caught off guard when he heard such a sentence. The whole person was surprised, "Sir, what about you?!"

Mo Liyan closed his thin white lips and spit out a word without hesitation: "I'll go later."

"Don't do that, sir!" Wei xinglie stopped without thinking. He clenched his teeth: "something like that has just happened. The emperor is eager to catch you! And the emperor has made it clear that he must go back to the palace and resume his life immediately. I'm afraid he will trouble you if he knows you leave halfway!"

Mo Liyan clung to the reins. His eyes locked the darkness at the end of the long street, as if he wanted to go through that darkness and see someone. Every word was cold: "this is an order."

After that,

He didn't allow Wei xinglie to hesitate to dissuade him. He rode away between the lightning and flint, raising dust all over the place. The solitary and slender figure soon completely disappeared in his sight, but Wei xinglie could still see the spots and blood traces left on the far away road.