Mo Lingwei cried aloud: "Jinlan, your brother entrusted you to us before he died, and he hoped that you would live well."
"Who says I can't live well?" The heavy rain quickly washed away the mud on Mo Lingwei's face, and Mo Jinlan had to wipe some more mud on her head and face, and wiped away the stunning beauty of the city. Faces are covered.
The anger in her voice was vigorous, covering up the slight choking in her voice: "You are a powerless person like you, just stay here honestly, don't hold me back.
In my life, what I hate the most is being burdensome! "
The sound of horseshoes came from behind, gradually approaching.
Seeing that Mo Lingwei refused to let go, Mo Jinlan raised his palm and struck her on the back of the neck, knocking Mo Lingwei unconscious.
She hid her in a ravine under the rotten and smelly haystacks, covered her head with weeds, and covered it with blackened wooden boards.
The hot tears could no longer be held back, and rolled down mixed with the rain, "Mo Lingwei, I have done everything I can for you, whether you can live or not depends on your luck, you just think I am doing it for you. Redeem yourself.
After today, we will be settled, and I will never owe you anything again.
The daughter of our Mohist family has always been strong, but she has to die appropriately. "
She stood up, wiped the tears from her face, got on the horse, threw the black cloak she was wearing at the fork, and ran to another trail.
The heavy rain buried the faint sound, and a group of oriental warriors on horseback ignored the people hiding in the ravine by the side of the road and quickly chased them forward.
Walking to the fork, he saw the cloak that had fallen on the ground and was soaked in muddy water, so he stopped.
Several people chatted and discussed, looked at the horseshoe prints on the road, divided them into two groups, and chased each other quickly on the two trails...
The sound of trembling horseshoes galloped past, and Mo Lingwei, who was unconscious and hiding in the ditch, slowly woke up.
She wanted to stand up and moved her foot, but found that her ankle hurt badly...
A woman's sharp and terrified cry came faintly from a distance, Mo Lingwei grabbed the turf in the ditch with both hands, and crawled out of the haystack little by little.
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Mo Jinlan ran forward again, but there was no way.
At the end is a mountain, blocking the front, but the pursuers have already arrived behind.
God wants to kill her, there is no way to escape.
Mo Jinlan turned his horse's head and looked at the Dongyang people who surrounded him behind him.
"Second Miss Mo, as long as you are willing to tell us where Feng Shaojin's latest arsenal is, we can consider letting you go, and even meet all the conditions you put forward." The leader spoke broken Chinese, Stopped in front of Mo Lingwei.
"Satisfy all my conditions?" The long whip in her hand had been tied to the scarecrow and the horse's back, and she drew out the short knife hidden on her body, "My condition is that all of you foreigners who step into my Chinese land should die .”
"Second Miss Mo, you don't want to toast and refuse to eat fine wine, what advantage did Feng Shaojin give you to make you work so hard for him?
As far as I know, he is a heartless and ungrateful person. You have to come forward for all bad things, and all good things are borne by his beloved woman.
Even if you don't tell us, our people captured Feng Shaojin's woman, she will still tell us such information, don't underestimate the methods of our oriental warriors, we have plenty of ways to make your life worse than death. "The leader with two black moustache let out a contemptuous laugh.
Seeing that Mo Jinlan was still unmoved, he waved behind him, and the oriental warriors on horseback swarmed towards Mo Jinlan...