Chapter 227 (1/2)

Li Hong ignored mang song and mang Zan's condemnation and looked up at the moon sky. As for the long dragons still swimming at the foot of the mountain, he had no worries.

”Whose idea was it?” Although Li Hong's tone was calm, his cold face was still full of killing intention: ”this is your last chance.”

After saying that, Li Hong's horizontal knife was slowly raised and placed on the shoulder of mang song mang Zan, whose face was even paler.

Li Hong's decision to kill is well-known, and it will be known to all over the world.

Even if mangsong mangzan didn't know, Princess Wencheng would have mentioned something to him.

He felt the bloody smell of choking human nose on the horizontal knife, which made it difficult for him to breathe.

The sharp blade, refracted by the torch, exudes a cold chill, which makes the hair on mang song mang Zan's neck stand up involuntarily. His back is soaked with cold sweat, and his clothes are wet in an instant.

”I I don't know. Why can't it be that they don't like the riot organized by you Tang people who occupied our holy palace? ” Feeling the strong killing intention on the bright blade, mangsong mangzan said calmly.

”So those Tubo soldiers at the foot of the mountain were also organized spontaneously? Do you think I'm a three-year-old Li Hong was so angry that he slapped the back of his knife on mangsong mangzan's face.

Almost humiliating, they still failed to lead to Princess Wencheng and others.

They are still waiting for the sound of killing at the foot of the mountain and whether Tubo can break the Tang army's defense and take back the Potala Palace.

Li Hong has already defeated Li Hong. Now all the hope of the Tubo royal family is placed on the 70000 soldiers who devoted all their strength to Tibet.

One cheek of mangsong mangzan was slapped by Li Hong with the blade of a knife. It was red and swollen, like a steamed bread in his mouth.

Angry eyes want to glare at Li Hong, but as soon as he contacts Li Hong's cold and murderous eyes, he immediately moves his eyes to other places.

”Why can't it be organized spontaneously? Why don't you break the holy city of Tubo and occupy our holy palace? When they hear the news, why not Mangsong mangzan retorted with his head down.

”As soon as I go in and out of Tubo, even if I have been on my way for so long? Do you think I really dare not kill you if you don't say whose idea it is The horizontal knife in Li Hong's hand stands on mangsong mangzan's shoulder.

The blade slowly fell into the clothes, cut the clothes, and had touched the skin on mangsong mangzan's shoulder.

With Li Hong's hand exerting force, mangsong mangzan's shoulder sinks, and a trace of blood drips from mangsong mangzan's shoulder to the ground along the blade.

”Li Hong, stop it!” Princess Wencheng flashed out of the shadow, followed by mangfei Longjiang, qiongwodaze and garzanzhuo.

As several people came out, more Tubo ministers followed behind and came out together.

”Let him go.” Princess Wencheng approached, took a look at Li Hong, whose face was covered with blood, and then looked at mang song mang Zan, who was about to kneel down by the horizontal knife in Li Hong's hand, and stopped the way again.

Li Hong didn't seem to hear that. The silk scarf on his right arm, which had been bound by half a plum, had already fallen off. Because of the strength of his arm, Li Hong began to bleed again.

”Poop.” Mang song mang Zan finally failed to bear the pressure of Li Hong's horizontal knife and knelt on the ground.

At this time, Li Hongcai squinted at Princess Wencheng, who was angry, and the ministers in two rows behind him.

”Who had the idea, who planned the riot, the soldiers at the foot of the mountain, who secretly summoned him, who was the mastermind of this incident, I will let him go.” Li Hong ignored his still bleeding arm and steadfastly pressed mang song mang Zan kneeling in front of him with a knife. His tone was calm and cold, without any emotion.

”What do you want to do Wen Cheng looks at Li Hong, who seems to have changed into a man. The ruffian but gentle Li Hong seems to disappear overnight.

”What do I want to do? Should I ask you that? ” Li Hong's pupil is shrinking, and all the people around him look at him, and they are also pumping cold air along with him.

Half plum pale face, hand holding an embroidery needle and a thread, slowly walked to Li Hong.

Xun LAN came over with a jar of liquor. The two women took a look at Li Hong. Seeing that they didn't pay attention to them, they began to help Li Hong sew up the wound automatically.

According to the method that Li Hong taught them, they had already become proficient in the past few years. They had already helped Li Hong sew big wounds and small feelings more than ten times.