Chapter 985 (1/2)
Well, Yan Wang Pavilion For too long, he was a little tired. Nodding his head, Ling Tiehan said, ”goodbye, if the king wants revenge, I'll be waiting for you at any time.” Leng Liuyue wants to say something, but is swept by Ling Tiehan. She has no choice but to close her mouth and leave after Ling Tiehan.
On the roadside, only Mo Hua Hao Mu Qing Cang two people, Mo Hua said in a deep voice: ”thank you for your help. How is your injury?”
Mu Qingcang stood up, but the body was a little shaky. Although he fought with Ling Tiehan for several hours, his injury was far more than that of Ling Tiehan. Ling Tiehan said that he suffered internal injuries, but mu Qingcang knew that Ling Tiehan suffered only some skin injuries.
”Fortunately, I hope the dingwangfu can keep its promise.” Mu Qing Cang stares at Mo Hua Dao.
Mo Hua nodded, raised his hand and gently hit the next palm. Two men in black came with an old man. They said they were carrying them, rather than carrying them. The old man's hair was as white as snow, and all around his face looked like an old man who had been old and thin. But people who knew him knew that he was still two years away from him to 60. Even half a month ago, he looked like a middle-aged man in his forties.
”What did you do to him?” Mu Qing Cang's eyes were cold, and said in a sharp voice.
Mo Hua indifferent way: ”what did not do, when brought back already like this.” Since seeing Muyang's body, Muyang Hou seems to be twenty or thirty years old overnight. And the mind is also a little unclear, the whole person is confused, no matter how the outsiders to him, he has no response. Once in a while, he wakes up, no matter who he is, he is called yang'er. Mo xiuyao, who had wanted to see him, was not interested in him. If not, Mu Qingcang would not see him.
Mu Qingcang, with some shaking body, went forward, helped Muyang Hou and called in a low voice: ”father Father? ”
It seems that when he heard his father's words, Muyang Hou's dull eyes turned for a moment, and fixed his eyes on Mu Qingcang. After a long time, he said, ”Yang Young? ” Mu Qing Cang's eyes flashed a glimmer of gloom, from the hands of two dark guards, Muyang Hou said: ”father, let's go home.”
Muyang Hou has no opinion to let Mu Qingcang support himself to go. Behind him, Mo Hua said in a deep voice: ”as an exchange for saving the princess, Muyang marquis is is for you to handle. But If he does something he shouldn't do, Mr. Mu had better remember what the LORD said
Mu Qing Cang's feet stopped for a moment and said in a deep voice: ”I know that you will not see him again, nor will you see me again.” Looking at Mu Qingcang and Muyang Hou far away, the dark guard beside Mo Hua asks in a low voice: ”commander, just let them go?”
Mo Hua nodded and said in a deep voice, ”Mu Qing Cang saved the princess.” In matters related to the princess, the prince always keeps his word. What's more, for so many years, the king has not killed Mu Qingcang, and now naturally he will not be interested in killing him, ”go back, there are still things in the army.” Soon, three men in black disappeared on the edge of the ancient road.
On the official road, a humble roadside post station. Lei Tengfeng is sitting leisurely drinking tea, although Mo xiuyao played a trick before, so that he rushed back to yumingguan. However, the follow-up development did not do any harm to Xiling and Zhennan palace. On the contrary I didn't expect that Mo Jingli was a blockbuster, which made the army of Xiling more comfortable. So Lei Tengfeng has been in a good mood these days.
The smile on Lei Tengfeng's face was even worse when he saw the three people walking nearby. ”Tengfeng has seen uncle Huang,” he said