The tyrant only favors the alluring concubine

Chapter 106 Depends on life and death
Bai Liruo slowly opened his eyes, his cold eyes were expressionless, and blood kept flowing out as he spoke, "Let, blood, clothes, live, hands..."

Yun Qianmo frowned, and hugged Bai Liruo tightly, the blood on her lips dyed his dark green clothes black, she looked at him with sharp eyes, as if all her life's hopes were condensed in the This one is watching.

Finally, he opened his mouth and shouted, "Stop!"

The sound of the flute stopped in time, the bloody clothes retreated to the side, Zhou Qing was covering Xuan Dai covered in blood, Xuan Dai's eyes widened in horror.

"Second son, if you don't get rid of Zhou Qing and Feng Xuandai now, I'm afraid there will be endless troubles!" The blood-clothed leader stepped forward with his fists cupped, bowing his head and saying respectfully.

Yun Qianmo closed her eyes in pain, and said in a deep voice, "Throw the two of them into Mad Ma City, and they will fend for themselves!"

Fengma City is a town that was banned by the imperial court. Because of the rampant plague, it has become a hell on earth. It is said that there is no one intact there, and rotting corpses can be seen everywhere, and the stench is suffocating.

Bai Liruo trembled all over, and wanted to say something, but Yun Qianmo's acupoints had already been tapped, and his sinister handsome face was pressed tightly against her blood-stained cheek, half sighing, half forcing, "Li If, let's get married, I've been waiting for this day for a long time!"

The setting sun shone through the slits of his eyes, Bai Liruo looked at the last ray of light in the sky, and then passed out.

In the mausoleum, Feng Mochen's clothes fluttered, and blood gradually stained the tombstone. He still hurriedly did not get stained with blood drops and dust, but his sword was already dripping with blood, and it slid down one by one along the tip of the sword.

Yun Jingmo kept clapping his palms, and looked at Feng Mochen with a smile on his lips. After a while, his applause stopped, and he nodded, "What a handsome prince with a sword in hand, who can't be blocked by anyone, Feng Mochen , your strength is indeed not to be underestimated!"

Feng Mochen stood proudly in front of the mausoleum, with a mountain of corpses under his feet, but no one could shake Huaxin's mausoleum. His thin lips pursed a decisive killing intent, and the wind blew the hair on his back, killing him awe-inspiringly. .

Yun Jingmo waved his hand, and the people below brought out a man and a woman. The man was dressed in red, handsome and tall, while the woman had no makeup on, and her red skirt dragged the floor. They looked like a newlyweds attire.

"Today is Qianmo and Liruo's big wedding day, Feng Mochen, you should save your energy and have a drink..." Yun Jingmo smiled sarcastically, looking back at Yun Qianmo who was dressed in a groom's attire.

Yun Qianmo's face was expressionless, Bai Liruo in her arms, her star pupils were tightly closed, her pale face was devoid of blood, she unconsciously lay in Yun Qianmo's arms, even though she was unconscious, her beautiful eyebrows were still tightly frowned.

"Why did she faint?" Yun Jingmo's faint, warm face always had an exaggerated smile.

"She lost a lot of blood, brother, let's forget it, Xuan Dai and Zhou Qing are already dead..." Yun Qianmo hugged Bai Liruo, tightly hugging her unconscious limp body in his arms.

Feng Mochen's face suddenly turned pale, looking at Bai Liruo in Yunqianmo's arms, his eyes almost burst into flames, the long sword in his hand trembled slightly, Xuan Dai, dead?
"Feng Mochen, what's the matter? Do you want to continue beating?" Yun Jingmo smiled slightly, his slender eyes were smudged with a bloodthirsty luster by the setting sun, and the folding fan in his hand kept beating rhythmically in the palm of his hand, With cold eyes, he observed Feng Mochen's every move.

Feng Mochen's face darkened, the long sword in his hand was a little loose, and the murderous aura gradually dissipated from his body, his eyes were fixed on Bai Liruo in Yunqianmo's arms.

There was no trace of blood on her pale face, and there was dried blood on the corner of her lips. The bright red bride dress on her body did not have any festive atmosphere, but it was shocking.

Feng Mochen's heart seemed to be gouged out by a sharp knife, he took out a tiger charm made of pure gold from his arms, and said indifferently, "Take what you want, and let my wife go..."

Shangguan Xiao raised his head and laughed, stepped on the chair with his foot on the chair, his beard kept shaking in the wind, holding the large leather knife on his waist, and said coldly, "Feng Mochen, now is not the time for you to bargain!"

Feng Mochen's thin lips were pursed into a handsome and cold straight line, and his sharp-edged face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost. The sword in his hand rose slightly, and the surrounding officers and soldiers took a few steps back in fright. Throw it on the ground.

Sen Leng's sword tip pierced.Entering the soft soil of the cemetery, the blade of the sword trembled unceasingly. He narrowed his phoenix eyes slightly, looked at Yun Qianmo in the distance and said, "Whatever you think, just come at me and let my wife go!"

The setting sun is like blood, the fiery red sun emits the last ray of light and heat on the horizon, the sunset glow floats above the imperial mausoleum with the smell of blood, Bai Liruo wakes up faintly, the pain like acupuncture in the temple is still there, and the chest feels like a quilt After being hit by a thousand gold hammer, she looked pale at the man with a stiff back in the distance.

Against the warm green background, a man in Tsing Yi is tall and straight, holding a thick hemp rope tightly with both hands. Behind the hemp rope is a heavy black wooden coffin. The hemp rope is mottled with blood, extending from his collarbone to the pitch black golden nanmu.

His blue clothes are of excellent texture. Under the thin light of the setting sun, the silk threads are fine and dense. Dark red blood permeates every thread. The blood stain on the collarbone is infinitely enlarged, and a cold iron hook can be seen passing through his collarbone. The thick hemp rope behind him.

Bai Liruo's face was extremely pale, but she couldn't move at all in Yun Qianmo's arms, tears slid down her cheeks, she yelled heartbreakingly, "Chen—"

Feng Mochen raised his head slightly, the pipa bone on his shoulder was pierced by a sharp hook, he moved forward step by step, the iron hook drove the rope behind him, and dragged the heavy wooden coffin towards Huaxin's mausoleum.

Pieces of flesh were picked up by the whip, blood stains penetrated deep into the marrow of the bone, he pursed his lips, without saying a word, just dragged the heavy coffin, and walked towards the mausoleum step by step.

The laughter of the officers and soldiers came from the side, Bai Liruo's heart was twisted like a knife, tears had already blurred her eyes, she bit her lip, looked at the handsome man in the sunset, the smell of blood spread between her lips and teeth, but she couldn't feel it anymore. Less than a trace of pain.

"Li Ruo, today is a great day for us to get married, don't bite yourself..." Yun Qianmo brushed Bai Liruo's lips, wiping away the blood on her soft lips.

Bai Liruo watched him shake his head constantly, tears streaming down his face, she said hoarsely, almost pleading, "Let Chen go, let him go..."

"Li Ruo, you know very well that this is impossible!" Yun Qianmo looked at her indifferently, with some melancholy, brushing her slender fingers over her lips, and from the corner of her eyes, she looked at Feng Mochen floating in the distance. Looking at her, he sneered slightly, bowed his head, and kissed Bai Liruo's lips.

Feng Mochen felt a sharp pain in his heart, his phoenix eyes almost dripped blood, he clenched his silver teeth, dragging the coffin with constant force, the scene of a man kissing a woman's lips in the distance, was like poisoned silver needles, piercing into the In his constricted pupils, the officers and soldiers behind him kept flicking their whips arrogantly.

The long whip cut through the flesh, and many barbs were broken in the flesh. He didn't feel any pain at all, but continued to exert force, and the heavy coffin left long trails on the ground. He tasted the sweet taste of blood between his lips. The bright red blood escaped from the corner of his lips, and it was shocking on his handsome and pale face.

Bai Liruo burst into tears, unable to look at the blood-stained man in the distance, closed her eyes in pain, and begged tremblingly, "Qianmo, please, don't be like this..."

Yun Qianmo squinted her eyes slightly, her slender big hands had already pierced through her bright red clothes, "I said, you will regret it..."

Bai Liruo's body with her acupuncture points tapped was like a leaf in the autumnal equinox, trembling in the wind. Her tears had already wet her entire face. Looking at the setting sun that was full of blood, she let out a heart-piercing roar, " what……"

Feng Mochen's whole body was mottled with blood, and the veins on his forehead twitched violently. The meandering blood on the ground soaked into the soil, leaving a dark red patch. His phoenix eyes were shining with extinguished fire. With knees bent, he dragged the heavy coffin for the last distance.

"Click" came the crisp sound of bones breaking, he spit out a mouthful of blood from his thin lips, the iron hook strangled his collarbone on his shoulder blade, and he knelt down on one knee in exhaustion, the cold sweat on his forehead slipped down the tip of his nose, his consciousness gradually blurred .

The surrounding officers and soldiers laughed and stepped forward, grabbed the rope tied with the iron hook, and slammed it hard. The iron hook drew a blood-red arc in the air with the flesh of the shoulder blade, and landed on the coffin behind with a "clang". .

The pain made Feng Mochen regain consciousness slightly. He raised his head slightly, and looked coldly at Yun Qianmo who was hugging Bai Liruo in the distance. He breathed heavily with burning hatred. Catch a deep mud hole in the dirt on the ground.

A blood hole was bitten out of Bai Liruo's lower lip, hot blood slithered down, her bewildered eyes looked at Feng Mochen in the distance, if she could, she was willing to die by Xuandai's side with him, and she didn't want to die together. He endured this inhuman torture, Chen, Chen, she cried out slightly in her heart.

Yun Qianmo slowly left Bai Liruo's red lips, looked at the man who fell on the ground in the distance, narrowed his eyes slightly, and licked his lips, as if he was reminiscing about the soft and moist fragrance just now, he said coldly, "Brother, Enough torture, kill him..."

"Qianmo, are you soft-hearted again?" Yun Jingmo said lightly, with a bloodthirsty smile on his lips.

"Brother, everyone in the world is watching, don't go too far..." Yun Qianmo frowned, looking worriedly at Bai Liruo who was already desperate in his arms.

Yun Jingmo nodded faintly, and said to Shangguan Xiao, "Prime Minister Shangguan, if you've had enough fun, let him have a good time, anyway, he is also a member of the royal family."

"Hmph, when he killed my daughter and framed Feng Moran, why didn't he think about it, this old man only has such a daughter!" Shangguan Xiao snorted coldly, his eagle eyes flashing fiercely.

Yun Jingmo just smiled, and beat the palm of his hand with the folding fan again and again, and after a while, he raised his head and said, "Forget it, Prime Minister Shangguan, just treat it as a face for me, and give Feng Mochen a good time!"

"Ling Wang, what do you want him to do?" Shangguan Xiao narrowed his eagle eyes and looked at Yun Jingmo coldly.

Yun Jingmo lowered his head, looking embarrassed, suddenly raised his head, and said lightly, "Since Feng Mochen was my savior, why don't you give him a Ling Chi execution, so that I will repay him. For his life-saving grace, Prime Minister, you have avenged your daughter again, how do you think?"

Yun Jingmo asked Shangguan Xiao earnestly, as if Ling Chi with a thousand knives was really a happy gift to Feng Mochen, Bai Liruo was already angry, and looked at Yun Jingmo fiercely. It was she who forced Feng Mochen to rescue this ambitious bastard.

Shangguan Xiao laughed loudly, stroked his beard and said, "Wonderful, extremely fast"!
(End of this chapter)