The leader of the "old man" picked up the big knife hidden in his thick clothes and aimed to chop off Mo Jiecheng's head.
That ferocious look does not look like an old man who has stayed in peace and contentment for eight years, but looks like a bandit who commits all kinds of evil!
Mo Jiecheng's expression suddenly became serious, and his whole body exuded a frightening aura of violence.
He has been on the battlefield for a long time, so he can naturally feel that the people in front of him, whether they are men, women, old or young, tall, short, fat or thin, all know kung fu.
The evil spirit lingering in the body cannot be solved by having a few lives on hand.
Mo Jiecheng almost didn't think before he put his arms around Ji Wanrong's waist. Then he touched the ground with his toes and took several steps back using Qinggong.
"You mean the empress and your highness...?" The old man waved the sword in his hand, and even the people behind him had their own weapons and launched an attack on Mojie City without hesitation.
"Yes, the Queen and Mo Junfeng are both in the prison of Dali Temple at the moment. They were all confessed by Chen Lijuan. As for why they are not in the prison of Jingzhao Mansion? Because the Dongchuang Incident happened, His Majesty knew that Li Biao was the Queen's man!"
Their martial arts were strong and their movements were fast, but Ji Wanrong was even faster with his words.
Ji Wanrong's words, combined with her smile that meant she could not be beaten, made everyone present extremely angry.
Today's events did not develop as they agreed. Chen Lijuan wandered on the cliff for a long time but could not come down at all. Each of these incidents made them wary.
But now Ji Wanrong heard Ji Wanrong say that Li Biao was the queen, which proved the authenticity of Ji Wanrong's words.
The moves they used became even more powerful, as powerful as destroying heaven and earth.
Mo Jiecheng threw Ji Wanrong behind him, then sneered, clenched the long sword in his hand, and held it against the long sword in the old man's hand.
Mo Jiecheng could have easily dislocated his wrist, but a confused voice came from behind him.
"Dad? What are you doing?"
"His Royal Highness King Han?"
It was Shi Heng and the strong man who came out at the same time.
Both of their voices were filled with confusion and confusion.
So Ji Wanrong watched Mo Jiecheng, who was in an advantageous position, and suddenly stopped his strength. The scimitar in the big man's hand scratched Mo Jiecheng's upper arm.
Bloody blood seeped out.
Ji Wanrong's eyes widened suddenly, and she was so surprised that she couldn't even close her mouth. Before she could think clearly what was going on.
Then he heard Mo Jiecheng's very weak voice, which he heard loudly at the throat.
"Master Shi! Save me!"
The strong man was so frightened that he froze on the spot when he saw His Majesty the King Han's seriously injured appearance. Even Shi Heng was so frightened that he took several steps back.
All the "people" in the nursing home were stunned in place, their whole bodies a little stiff.
But Mo Jiecheng fell to the ground with a plop, and it looked like he was seriously injured.
He looked towards the lake not far away. Many government officials and hidden guards had already flown directly over the lake with the family members of the missing persons.
So he crawled forward two steps using his hands and feet. Although his voice was weak, it resounded throughout the entire lake and everyone could hear it clearly.
"I...I don't know why. When I came here, I was originally happy to meet again after a long separation, but their expressions suddenly changed and they started to kill me viciously..."
"Remembering that they are all citizens of Beili and everyone's relatives, I don't want to resist, but I didn't expect that their martial arts are so strong, even men, women, old and young are all skilled in martial arts~~!"
Mo Jiecheng's words shocked everyone present. Smiles had already appeared on their faces as they prepared to meet their relatives, but now there was a hint of fear in their eyes.
The corners of Ji Wanrong's mouth twitched suddenly, and the veins in the corners of his eyes were twitching.
Mo Jiecheng's coquettish look, I don't know where he learned it, but he was so proficient in using it to report evildoers first that even she was willing to be defeated.
However, Mo Jiecheng is now so "on the road" that Ji Wanrong feels that he cannot hold him back.
So she suddenly changed her expression, hurriedly took two steps forward, and took hold of Mo Jiecheng's pulse: "You are usually very skilled in martial arts, but they can actually hurt you so deeply. There must be dozens of Years’ worth of skills.”
After Ji Wanrong said this, he looked in the direction of the strong man with almost red eyes: "Your father is so skilled in martial arts? Why do you deliberately hurt people?"
"King Han just brought you here through a shortcut out of kindness..."
As Ji Wanrong spoke, he pinched Mo Jiecheng, and Mo Jiecheng coughed twice more. It looked like he was going to die soon.
The strong man just stood there blankly, looking at the familiar face, but he was holding an unfamiliar scimitar in his hand.
For the first time, he felt confused.
"My dad, he is a soldier... He once learned Kung Fu... But since he was discharged from the army, he has never seen blood again... This is what he promised me... He will never hurt anyone again."
As the strong man spoke, he moved his gaze to Mo Jiecheng, his eyes dazed.
"And...he has told me countless times that he met His Royal Highness King Han in the military camp and praised him as a genius..."
"There is no way he would take action against His Highness King Han..."
When the strong man spoke to the end, his voice gradually became quieter, his eyes were red, as if he was gibbering.
When the strong man said this, family members were already being brought to the shore one after another.
From a distance, they could see the faces they had been thinking about so much, but their thoughts were almost boiling. After hearing the words of Mo Jiecheng and Qiao Er, their steps walking towards this side were filled with a trace of emotion. Very hesitant.
Is this their relative?
The old man's body moved slightly, and the people behind him hurriedly put away their weapons and hid them behind them before the large wave of people arrived.
Before the old man could figure out how to explain what he had just done to Qiao Er, a woman behind him seemed to have seen something and rushed out of the team.
"Wei Lang... Wei Lang... do you remember me? I am Agui!"
The young man froze and tears rolled down his face: "Agui, what happened to you? I miss you all the time!"
The two people's cries seemed to open the floodgates of everyone's longing. "Agui" hugged her husband and explained: "I accidentally rolled down the cliff before. I wanted to go out, but I couldn't!"
The people on both sides hugged each other tightly, and the longing on their faces was beyond words. Facing this familiar face that they would no longer be familiar with, they temporarily suppressed the doubts in their hearts.
"Dad Qiao must have thought His Highness King Han was an intruder, so he wanted to use force to drive him away! Dad Qiao is old and confused. I don't know if he can deny Qiao Er!"
After listening to everyone's words, everyone suddenly realized, but Qiao Er still stood there blankly and did not step forward.
Father Qiao hurriedly took a few steps forward, his nose bursting with tears, and he planned to hug Qiao Er: "Ah Er!"
But Qiao Er slowly backed away and stared at him defensively: "You said you are my father, so tell me, what was my father's favorite weapon before the accident?"
Ji Wanrong listened to this and admired Qiao Er's sensitivity.
Once the seeds of doubt are planted, they can blossom in people's hearts.
