C34

Woosh!

Just when everyone thought that this time, Molda would die. All of a sudden, a strong wind blew past her face! The intense feeling of danger made her eyelids twitch unblinkingly.

Then, Ink Yan clearly heard the frightened howls of the wolves behind her.

Aowu ~ ~? Following that, Molda, whose throat was tightly wrapped by the whip, took a deep breath! Qingzi's face quickly recovered.

Someone helped him!

Ink Yan followed the trail and looked back, only to find a familiar figure on a row of big horses. He was clad in a white robe with silver armor, exuding an aura of superiority. He held the bow in one hand and was looking at himself with a complicated gaze.

"Murong Hao!" Why must you take responsibility of me?! "

"Am I not one of your people?"

Murong Hao, who had been questioned, didn't know what to say. He did not have the time to explain to Ink Yan that the Sirians were forcing him to kill with hundreds of thousands of people, so he could only draw another arrow and aim again.

Murong Nan, who was watching from the sidelines, raised his arm. "Blades and axes, prepare to attack!"

Swoosh! Ink Yan turned her head and missed the attack again. She then glanced at the still recovering Molda, who was running towards the depths of the Celestial Wolf Battalion.

Murong Hao wanted to kill her! Moreover, he wanted to kill me together with his enemy, uncle! If she did not want to die, she would have to capture the White Wolf King and use it as her final strike!

As expected, after Mo Da escaped by himself, Murong Nan got down from his horse and ran to Mo Da's side. He supported Mo Da and asked, "General Mo Da, how are you right now?"

Unfortunately for Mo Da, he was first wrapped around the throat by Ink Yan's whip, and then was dragged around the streets by the wolves of his home country, instantly losing all face! He even thought that if Mo Yan had held out just now, he might have been dragged to his death. Who would have thought that Murong Nan would actually …!

"Bastard!"

"Cough cough!" Who asked you to save me! Cough cough! " After Mo Da woke up from his stupor, he discovered that the person in front of him was Murong Nan's face, which was swollen like a dead person. An uncontrollable rage broke out from the bottom of his heart as he slapped Murong Nan.

Poor Murong Nan. He wanted to curry favor with Molda, but he received a slap! In front of hundreds of his personal followers and officials from the Big End. He was losing face as well. Mo Da wanted to say that the current situation of Inky Flare had eased up, but who knew that Mo Da would hate him more after waking up than after killing his father!

What should he do?

"Nephew, why don't you explain it?"

Murong Nan turned his head and asked Murong Hao for help. He was no longer worried that Murong Hao, who had a grudge against his subordinate, would change sides again.

Who would've thought that Murong Hao would nod his head in silence. He walked up to Molda with a dark expression and said, "If you have the ability, then tell your father about this matter." After which, kuang ~

Molda's eyes were wide open as he glared at Murong Hao. His face was filled with anger. He clutched his stomach as he let out two cries before fainting on the ground. This action caused Murong Nan's eyelids to twitch. If Molda woke up again, he wouldn't have a good ending.

"Nephew, how could you casually attack the son of the Imperial Advisor?"

"Have you forgotten the temper of the Sirians? What will they do to our people in the end? "

Murong Hao raised his eyelids when he heard this. He looked at Murong Nan, who was scheming against him, and continuously assessed the worry on his face as to how much it had to do with the commoners. However, this assessment did not last long. Just when Murong Nan turned his head to ask the soldier to bring all the firewood from the inn here, he forced the remaining slaves to stand in the inner circle and light the torches.

Murong Nan used an expression as if he knew everything about this matter to make an agreement with Murong Hao. "Nephew, after today's matter, General Molda probably won't send a letter to the Imperial Advisor saying that he was actually defeated by the daughter of a vile sinner. "Let's say that it was Ink Yan who started it, rebelling against the slaves in an attempt to escape. All of them were killed because they angered the Sirians …"

At that time, Murong Hao was watching his own people cry out for help in the sea of flames while listening to his uncle's thought. The grief in his heart was simply indescribable, and he could only turn it into a sentence of deep ridicule.

"Royal Uncle, are you sure you still want to treat your people like this in the future?"