The imperial concubine was spoiled by the prince again

Chapter 648

Mo Xiangan, who was a little thinner than before, yawned: "I hate people disturbing my sleep the most."

He snapped his fingers behind him: "Brothers, do it!"

Fireworks rose from his hand, instantly illuminating the night sky and the knife in his hand.

Mo Xiangan didn't worry about those men in black at all, he lifted his foot and kicked away the man who was pretending to be dead and sneaked up on him, and he could also help his companions cut down the opponent: "These gangsters are pretending to be dead! After stabbing them, they will take off their coats and throw them down the tower , save someone fishing in troubled waters!"

Pieces of corpses fell from the tall city tower, and after hitting the ground, only blood and flesh remained.

The comrades in charge of guarding outside the city saw it from a distance, and were about to step forward, when they saw the city gate opened, and the brother in black turned his neck and ran over.

They couldn't wait to ask: "How is it?"

The brother who came out of the county town had a relaxed tone: "They are just commoners, what difficulty can it have?"

"It's just that there are too many people, and I'm tired of swinging the knife, so I just threw it from the tower to finish the job."

Some of the people left here disagreed: "Convenience is convenience, but what if it attracts the attention of others?"

The brother who came out of the county scratched his head: "That's right, how about we change jobs? I can't even lift my arm."

It's okay, there is no doubt that some of his stayers entered the city after a short rest, but when they opened the door, it was "going and never returning".

Seeing Mo Xiang'an's bad wilting and waiting for the rabbit, with a knife in his hand, and easily completing the task, the corners of his mouth twitched: "Your way of killing the enemy is quite unique."

Mo Xiang'an was full of pride: "That's right! This belongs to our bishop."

"The pavilion master said that when life and death are at stake, only fools will fight head-on. If you can play tricks, don't engage in any direct confrontation."

"It doesn't matter what kind of demeanor or character you have when you're desperate, the one who survives is the winner."

This concept is somewhat similar to that of their Highness.

Seeing that Xiao Yunming's people were almost finished by them, Ye Mei raised her eyes to the sky with a sense of accomplishment: "Why do I feel that we are a bit redundant here?"

Mo Xiangan raised his eyebrows: "You can't say that. If you don't come, we will fight with our backs and win by a narrow margin."

"You guys are here, it's even more powerful. To deal with these youngsters, it's just to cut melons and vegetables, and win easily. This is still a great help."

Ye Mei rolled her eyes: "Did you never expect to lose when you co-authored?"

Mo Xiang'an didn't answer, and gave contempt to Wang Zhi who thought he was low-key and humble, but actually dragged him down: "Just rely on them?"

When Ye Mei was speechless, he added: "But if we don't come, the people of this city will suffer."

Ye Mei also corrected her expression, indeed, King Hui's heart is cruel enough.

With so many lives, they can be slaughtered as soon as they are said.

When the sky was slightly bright, Ye Mei and Ye Ling met with their respective hands. After the two brothers exchanged almost speechless eyes, they began to exchange information.

Because of the participation of the secret cabinet, the task that was originally considered difficult became like a child's play, and both of them felt a complicated and unspeakable sense of depression.

Especially Ye Mei, he had been looking around to find someone just now, but as soon as he saw the thin figure, her numb face suddenly burst into brilliance, and she ran towards Mo Xiang'an.

And Mo Xiang'an jumped away as if frightened, and warned Zhao'er with wide eyes: "Don't come near me, I told you that I kill people without blinking an eye, you don't believe me, have you seen it now?"

"Follow me with no future and I will tell you!"

Zhao'er has long been accustomed to his refusal attitude, and said seriously: "I heard that your behavior is called refusal."

(End of this chapter)