Chapter 1848 (1/2)

I'm afraid there's no room for turning this round.

Yan Moli is unwilling to admit it, but the current situation does not allow him to be conceited.

”Withdraw!” He clenched his teeth and tried to kill the two dark guards. Then he yelled.

However, the current situation is no longer a simple withdrawal, he can really withdraw the whole body.

Yan Moli's bodyguard was scarred, but now he was still entangled by them. He could not help saying: ”master, subordinate Poof... ”

However, just in the middle of the words, he lost his life because he was separated from God and was put into his chest by a man's sword.

If it is, the trend has gone.

Yan Mo Li see this, heart suddenly a Lin, left hand suddenly a turn, a dart shaped concealed weapon then toward Mo Ling shot over.

Taking advantage of Mo Ling's evasion, he wanted to run away.

Mo Shanghua has been watching the battle. At this time, Yan Moli tries to run away and rushes forward. Yan Moli is unprepared and immediately gets a sword from Mo Shanghua.

Yan Moli catches the hilt of the sword consciously and wants to slap Mo Hua with his backhand. Unexpectedly, Yan Beicheng, regardless of Mo Ling's dissuasion, rushes out and takes Yan Moli's hand.

Yan Moli was injured, but he was still Yan Beicheng's opponent. The blood on his chest immediately dyed the whole front red, and he fell directly into the war. Fortunately, he didn't hit the edge of the knife, but was saved by his men.

But Yan Beicheng didn't care about Yan Moli at the moment. He held the flowers tightly in his hand, and the black pupil covered by his cloak was full of heartache.

Mo Shanghua recognized Yan Beicheng as the man at a glance. He suddenly lost the strength to struggle. Just as he relaxed, he suddenly thought of something. He struggled to get out of Yan Beicheng's arms. ”Yan Moli, hurry up, you can't let him run.”

Mo Ling smell speech, hurried to come over, way: ”princess, he just ran.”

Yan Beicheng looked up at the few Yan Moli people who were still struggling in the war situation, and said, ”let him go.”

With that, his eyes fell on Mo Shanghua again. Seeing the blood on her right arm, his brow immediately wrinkled tightly. If he didn't want to, he would hold her horizontally. Then he would carefully put her on the horse's back. He would sit behind her and put her in his arms. He said: ”Mo Ling, you can clean up the mess. Don't leave anything alive 。”

”Yes, sir.”

”What are you doing?” Mo Shanghua half leans in Yan Beicheng's arms and looks at him with puzzled eyes.

”Hold on.” Yan Beicheng asked in a low voice, and then he gave a hand to the horse's buttocks. The horse immediately ran with his feet up. He then explained in a low voice: ”your wound needs to be treated. Liangcheng is in front of you. I'll take you there first.”

Mo Shanghua then remembered that he had been injured. He looked down at his bleeding right arm, ordered several acupoints to stop bleeding, and then rested on Yan Beicheng's arms.