Wang Ye is a Demon

The candle flame was faint, and a sharp light flashed in Mo Jianchen's eyes. The big hand holding the bracelet couldn't help but tighten a little, his brows were slightly frowned, and his handsome face followed up a little dull.

After a moment of silence, Bai Ye timidly said: "His Royal Highness, Anguo said, if you want to save the princess, then you can replace it with the city of Mo."

When the voice of Bai Ye fell, Mo Jianchen's hand slowly burst into a few veins: "Wishful thinking."

The voice was low, but it contained endless murderous aura.

"His Royal Highness, what should we do now?" Bai Ye looked at Mo Jianchen in a loss. If Gu Yining was really in their hands, then their methods were too despicable.

"Don't act rashly yet." Mo Jianchen said, and gently placed the bracelet on the table in front of him. Now Anguo doesn't want Gu Yining. For them, Gu Yining still has value. At present, she It won't be how.

What's more, how can they be sure that the person in their hands is really Gu Yining with a small bracelet? Such bracelets are everywhere on the market, and they may not necessarily be taken from Gu Yining's hands.

"Bai Ye, you go to help this king find out whether Ning'er was really caught by them, if it is true, then you must help this king find out where they hide Ning'er."

That night, Mo Jianchen stayed up all night, tossing and turning, and his mind was full of Gu Yining's safety.

Of course, the next night, Bai Ye entered Mo Jianchen's camp again.

"His Royal Highness--" Bai Ye walked to Mo Jianchen with a complicated expression.

Seeing Bai Ye's expression, Mo Jianchen's heart suddenly had a bad feeling.

Mo Jianchen frowned slightly, and his tone became serious: "Say."

"The subordinates have found out where the princess is..." Bai Ye paused, and continued, "The princess was hidden in the westernmost part of the enemy camp. Because of the location, only two of them guarded. ."

"And..." Bai Ye looked at Mo Jianchen, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything. He took two steps forward, and then handed a cloth-wrapped thing to Mo. In front of Jian Chen.

The air suddenly fell into a dead silence, Mo Jianchen picked up the thing, and carefully opened the layer of cloth on the outside.

In the cloth, is the hairpin he once gifted to Gu Yining.

The bracelet may be exactly the same, but this hairpin is unique.

His eyes tightened, and a murderous aura suddenly appeared in the deep eyes.

"What did Anguo say?" Mo Jianchen's tone was cold, as if it could make everything around him freeze into ice.

"They said...If you don't hand over the city, the one delivered tomorrow night will be the princess's..."

The princess's head is on the head, but Bai Ye has not dared to say these four words.

Who doesn't know how important this Gu Yining is to Mo Jianchen, taking Gu Yining's life is like digging out a piece of meat in Mo Jianchen's heart.

Since ancient times, heroes have been saddened by Beauty Pass, and Gu Yining happened to be Mo Jianchen's biggest weakness.

But Bai Ye didn't say anything, Mo Jianchen had guessed a little bit, and his big hand could not help but clenched into a fist: "If he dares to touch this king's woman half a bit, this king will take his dog's life."

As soon as the voice of auzw.com fell, another soldier rushed in from the outside and rushed to and behind Mo Jianchen. He immediately knelt down, bowed his head, and handed a jewelry box.

Mo Jianchen's eyes tightened, his skeletal hand took the jewelry box, opened the box, and a hairpin was greeted by a hairpin. On the hairpin, there were still a few drops of fresh blood remaining, reflecting the dim candlelight. , At this moment is actually particularly eye-catching.

The string stretched in his heart broke completely at this moment, and he couldn't bear to move half of her hair, not to mention a **** hairpin sent over now.

Mo Jianchen didn't say a word, but the air around him suddenly dropped to freezing point. There was no expression on Leng Jun's face, and a murderous aura slowly overflowed from his eyes.

He never expected that the Angolan National Assembly would use such despicable means.

Since they are unkind first, then he should be unrighteous second.

He stood up suddenly, making Bai Ye startled: "His Royal Highness, what are you..."

"You are waiting for this king here." After Mo Jianchen said, he walked out of the camp alone.

"His Royal Highness--" Bai Ye stopped Mo Jianchen.

Mo Jianchen stopped, but did not look back.

"His Royal Highness, don't act impulsively." Bai Ye was afraid that Mo Jianchen might make a big mistake on impulse for Gu Yining.

"This king has his own way." Mo Jianchen responded indifferently. What was left for Bai Ye was a figure that went away alone, walking farther and farther, until he disappeared into the darkness.

Mo Jianchen ignored the obstacles and walked straight to the westernmost camp.

When the soldier stopped one, he killed one. When he rushed into the camp, the sword was already covered with blood, and the tip of the sword was downward. The blood flowed slowly down the tip of the sword, and a drop fell to the ground.

Mo Jianchen's cold face was filled with a powerful murderous aura, as if it could be moved to the ground in the next second.

In the camp, there were only two people, and Gu Yining, who was being firmly **** with his hands wrapped around the wooden stake, bowed his head, and closed her eyes. If it hadn’t been for the rope to tie her, she might have been Fell to the ground.

The pale face has lost the slightest expression, and the original clean clothes have long been stained with blood stains. The new and the old ones are printed on her light-colored clothes one by one, making Mo Jianchen's eyes tight.

With such a weak appearance of Gu Yining, Mo Jianchen looked at his heartache, and suddenly climbed up to his cold face with a sorrowful look. When the sword's front turned, a silver light flashed.

"Who is coming?!" The man guarding the side looked at Mo Jianchen vigilantly, preparing to take out the sword on his waist to fight him.

Mo Jianchen didn't seem to be frightened by this. He was expressionless, his eyes faintly turned to the man, and after a long time, he opened his thin lips: "Let go of this king's woman."

The cold voice seemed to be coming from the other side of hell, causing people to shudder.

"Let her go? Impossible!" The man glanced at Gu Yining, then moved his gaze to Mo Jianchen's body again, as firm as a mountain, as he said, there was a ill-intentioned smile on his face. How can you let the prisoners caught by the generals with difficulty?"

Mo Jianchen didn't seem to hear the words of the man in front of him, his eyes were still cold, and he seemed to be able to release a cold arrow: "This king asked you to let her go!"

His voice is low, just a few simple words, but people dare not violate it.

After speaking, the other man stood up impatiently: "I said no..."

Before the word "put" was spoken, a flash of silver light flashed across their necks, like a sharp blade, across the necks of the two men. The next second, the two men fell together in a pool of blood. In the middle, and the silver sword was stained with two fresh blood.