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"What happened to you?"

"Why are we here?"

Ink Yan was busy taming the White Wolf King, so she didn't pay attention to what was happening outside. All of a sudden, he saw a lot of slaves being driven into the fire to fight the wolves.

At this moment, Ku Jin's crying voice came from the side.

"Miss Shui Yan, the Prince of the South said that we offended the Sirians, and now they want us to kill the wolves to atone for our sins!"

"Wuwuwu, my mother just left …"

"But I don't want to die yet. What should I do?"

What Prince of the South? Hearing that something was not right, Mo Yan's eyes quickly turned to the big horses outside the fire site.

On the other side of the light, Murong Hao, who was riding a silver-white horse, and Murong Nan, who was dressed in purple and had a swollen face, looked at him from the front and back. Flames crackled around him. The shadow hit Murong Hao's face, making him look even more evil.

Ink Yan waved her hands and shouted.

"Murong Hao, I've already succeeded!" Why don't you get someone to open a crack for you and release him?! "

On the other side, Murong Nan looked at the dancing Ink Yan with interest as he thought to himself, "Why is there someone whose life is so tenacious?" He directed his men to send another arrow to Murong Hao.

"Nephew, there's no turning back. The Sirians will not let us go. "

"No, Royal Uncle. She has already tamed the White Wolf King. "

Murong Hao pointed at the tame White Wolf King and really wanted to show mercy for Ink Yan.

Although she was the daughter of a sinner, what she had done today was enough for her to gain merits for her crimes.

However, this was just someone's wishful thinking.

"Release the arrows!"

Murong Nan waved his hand mercilessly.

A rain of arrows whizzed into the fire. They reaped the few remaining lives.

The unarmed slaves instantly cried out in despair. The strange postures of death were too much for the eyes to take in. But none of these people included Inkyan. Long before the arrowhead had arrived, she had rolled over to the back of the carriage with Ku Jin in her arms, becoming one of the few remaining people on the scene.

"Bitter chrysanthemum?" "Bitter chrysanthemum?"

Ink Yan carefully released Ku Jin, letting out the girl who was screaming in her arms just now, patting her face with one hand. Ku Jin seemed to be too afraid of death, hiding in his arms and holding his breath, his face pale.

However, Ku Jin only moved slightly under her eyelids. Her facial reaction didn't seem like that of a young child at all. Ink Yan then reached out her hand to touch Ku Jin's back fearfully, and finally felt the warm feeling of the liquid on her lower back, as well as the arrow shaft with only tail feathers.

"No!" He had been rolling very carefully, how could he let Ku Jin get hurt? Ink Yan refused to believe that she should flip through the chrysanthemum to see what was going on.

"Miss, Miss ~" At this time, Ku Jia used a weak breath to call out to Ink Yan, his face was gloomy as he said, "I can't do it anymore. "Flying over from the sky …"

"Stop talking." Ink Yan covered Ku Jin's mouth in shock, her mind was in a state of uncontrollable panic for the first time, "You are just injured." Treat the wound and apply the medicine. "

The White Wolf King also rolled to the side of Ink Yan. It anxiously grabbed the ground with its claws, and desperately wanted Ink Yan to give it an idea. Murong Nan's rain of arrows had not only harmed the slaves, but had also indiscriminately reaped the lives of the underlings of the wolves.

At that time, Mo Yan really felt the pain of being cut into pieces!

One by one, the familiar faces in her physical body stopped crying under the attack. The smell of burning hair lingered at the tip of his nose.

No one scolded her for being such a nuisance anymore. The crackling sound of the flames gnawing at their limbs was even more horrifying than the sound of a whip.

She wanted to ask why. How could a big man kill a big man?

"Murong Hao, come the f * ck out!" Tell me, why did you kill your own people?! "

At this moment, Murong Hao rode his horse into the fire and headed straight for the carriage that Mo Yan was hiding in. He didn't answer her question, he just sat on the horse, leaving the dragon that his subordinates sent back and coldly complained.

"Ink Yan, I'm sending hundreds of thousands of people to the west of the Qin Dynasty to be attacked by the non-humankind. At present, only Sky Wolf's Imperial Advisor is willing to send troops to assist us. "

"I discussed it with royal uncle. Decide to use your head to apologize to Sirius in exchange for the greatest amount of reinforcements. You are the daughter of a family of generals, you should know how to consider the bigger picture and weigh the pros and cons. Therefore, I can only urge you to die for your country. I promise you that your corpse will eventually be buried with your mother, Mo Huang. In this life, you will no longer be slaves, but truly free civilians. "