Valkyrie Storm

Chapter 1271 Familiar Strangers
"Give me a portrait of Baudelaire, find me his location, and act tonight."

"What about him? What is Mr. Tang going to do with it?" Moina looked at Zhao Kuo who was surrounded by green fire: "He is the treasure of the Dingxi Palace, if he is broken here, I am afraid that the old prince will go crazy and will not be lenient it's you."

"Listen to you, if I spare Zhao Kuo, King Dingxi will treat me as a guest? What a joke!! The Daqian Dynasty and the Xingluo Empire are about to go to war, and no one in the two camps will die. I will give him today Kneel down, or chop him up, Dingxi Palace has the same relationship with me." Tang Yan walked up to Zhao Kuo, stared at it for a while, and let out a cold snort.

"Are you really going to kill him? If the Three Holy Lands are found out, I'm afraid they won't sit idly by."

"You care about him?" Tang Yan glanced at her.

Moina smiled: "Mr. Tang, don't get me wrong. Since I came here today, I have decided to be on the same side as you. I'm just offering an opinion. I really don't mean anything else."

"The ghoul clan is completely wiped out...the funeral flower clan survives...the Dingxi Palace is really majestic..." Tang Yan sneered, and waved away Qing Huo, but the next moment, he rounded his fist and beat him violently.

The fists were covered with scales, green flames surged, and they smashed violently, like shells fired.

Boom boom boom!
The violent collision shattered Zhao Kuo's golden sand silkworm chrysalis, and blood began to ooze from the cracks that kept breaking open.

Seeing her heart pounding, Moina frowned slightly, turned and left the cave.

"Father's debt, and your ancestor's debt, you have to pay some interest first. Zhaoyi and Ruoxi spared you, and I will not let you go easily." Tang Yan's face was gloomy, and finally he picked up the black coffin, With all his strength, he cracked his sands, revealing a bloody Zhao Kuo.

The violent collision finally collapsed the cave, rumbled and buried the spacious cave, and buried the seriously injured Zhao Kuo alive.

"Dead?" Moina waited outside.

"I want his life. Whether he dies or not has nothing to do with me. If you want to blame, you can blame the Three Holy Lands for not being able to rescue him in time, and blame the heavens for not leaving him a way to survive." Tang Yan jumped away.

"Young Master Tang is just as rumored, ruthless and straightforward!" Moina smiled lightly, and then left, but before leaving, she left behind a cloud of fluorescent powder, which was sprinkled on the ground, forming a line of words - Shanxia Buried, save!
Not long after they left, the teams that were searching nearby rushed over one after another.

The mountain collapsed and the dust and mist rose like a sea. The scene was so spectacular that they couldn't help but see it.

"There seems to be someone inside?! Dig for me!!" A strong man in the Valley of the Wicked discovered the fluorescent characters and immediately ordered to dig.

On the other side, Moina and Tang Yan galloped one after the other among the dark and undulating mountains and ravines. There were monsters and beasts constantly appearing along the way, and some warriors searched for the moon spirit deer.Neither of them paid any attention to them, they avoided them cleverly, and kept running forward.

Tang Yan's Yuelinglu followed closely behind him, his speed was ridiculously fast.

"Don't be impatient, Mr. Tang. Give me more time. I will definitely find him. I shouldn't be able to run too far." Moina seemed a little anxious, constantly changing directions in the mountains and high altitudes, and sometimes hibernating in the The bushes tried their best to listen to the movement of the mountains, searching for the target.

Tang Yan didn't urge her, but quietly followed behind.His thoughts are still stuck in the story narrated by Moina, and his consciousness is running and connected in series. Scenes and pictures are like real images, recreating the history of thousands of years ago.

The superiority of the family, the entanglement of interests, the poison of desire, and the struggle of dignity, it is really difficult to judge who is right and who is wrong, no matter who stands on it, there is a corresponding starting point.But Tang Yan is not a historian, let alone a philanthropist. He has his own secular judgment standards and his own line of rewards and punishments for good and evil. The Dingxi Palace must take responsibility and pay the price for the destruction of Zhaoyi and Ruoxi. !
The two clans fled in groups, the ghoul clan vowed not to surrender, and the flower-buying clan protested by self-immolation. All kinds of historical tragedies have been submerged in the long river of time, and no one remembers, mentions, or recalls them anymore.But Tang Yan made a firm decision, he must let the dust-laden crimes reappear in the world, and let Dingxi Palace pay the price for the bloody case that year.

Tang Yan is heartbroken at this moment because of Zhaoyi and Ling Ruoxi!Back in the day, when they escaped from the western border and the empire all the way, lived in the wilderness and avoided hunting, they didn't even dare and couldn't find out what their own group would look like afterward, and they didn't dare and couldn't imagine the disaster that the group might face.

For thousands of years, they left their homes and grew up alone; for thousands of years, have they ever forgotten their hometown?But I have been looking forward to returning to my hometown, even if I know whether my relatives are still alive... How are you doing... Tang Yan doesn't intend to remind Zhaoyi and Ling Ruoxi of that gray memory, and he doesn't want them to know about his ethnic group. However, this debt... Tang Yan must recover it for them... "I seem to have found them." I don't know how long it took, but Moina's reminder brought Tang Yan back from his memory.

"Lead the way." Tang Yan was not in high spirits, even a little irritable.Frowning, he continued to think about how to deal with the Dingxi Palace. He didn't kill Zhao Kuo just now because he didn't want to arouse the dissatisfaction of the Three Holy Lands in advance, and the second was to rub Zhao Kuo's spirit and kill his prestige.

Zhao Kuo has been seriously injured, and it will take at least one day to wake up and recover. By the time he can continue to track Yuelinglu, I am afraid it will be the morning of April 4rd. Party jokes.

Far more enjoyable than killing him.

"Young Master Tang, follow closely, and you will see him soon. But don't worry, Baudelaire is very weak and has only a false name. Young Master Tang can kill him with one move, and I will take care of removing the traces." Moy Na looked back at Tang Yan, and whispered a reminder.

"I'm only responsible for seriously injuring him, whether to kill him or not, and how to deal with it is up to you." Tang Yan is not a fool, let alone let anyone use him as a gunman.Envoys from the Ten Thousand Sacred Lands were all over the mountains and plains to monitor them. If they didn't clean up and left any clues, they would be accused of murder and anger the Three Sacred Lands.

But if he seriously injured someone and handed over the final beheading to Moina, it would be a different matter.

"Young Master Tang, are you afraid that I will harm you?" Moina smiled.

"What enmity do you have with him? You have to kill him." Tang Yan asked back.

"It's just a personal grievance, Mr. Tang won't be interested in listening to it." Moina sped up her speed a little, and kept taking detours to avoid nearby warriors and monsters: "Can I ask Mr. Tang a question?"

"Go ahead."

"What kind of problems do you think the Three Holy Lands will set for us? What kind of prizes will they give us in the end?"

"You think I might know?"

"One more question, Mr. Tang, do you think the Xingluo Empire and the Dagan Dynasty will go to war after the incident in the Valley of the Wicked?"

"No comment, I have never learned divination."

"I have another question. Who do you personally think was responsible for the incident that happened in the forbidden area? Mr. Tang, please don't misunderstand me. I'm just curious." Moina asked at random, leading Tang Yan in the dark Sprint in the chaotic forest.

The night is already very dark, but the sky is full of stars, surrounded by a bright full moon, sprinkled silver light on the canopy of the mountains and trees, and slender fluorescent light penetrates the gaps in the canopy of the branches and falls into the dark mountain forest.

Tang Yan was led by Moina, and kept turning the direction. Later, he became a little dizzy, frowned, and stopped in his tracks: "Where are you taking me? I don't have the energy to play hide-and-seek with you."

"Hush! We're here." Moina suddenly became vigilant, pointing to the valley ahead: "It's just ahead."

Tang Yan looked around and looked at the surrounding environment. Three giant peaks soared into the sky, guarding together to form a special valley.In order to find out the environment inside, Sen Luo's eyes were quietly activated, and his eyes passed through the intertwined old trees, through the boulder piles covered with moss, all the way to the valley 500 meters away.

The area there is not too big, only the size of two or three football fields, but the forest is full of dense, towering ancient trees, and even the ground is full of thick rhizomes. The shadow of the land cannot be seen, and the messy branches are woven into a thick 'barrier' , Blocking the penetration of moonlight, the inside is as dark as thick ink, with a strange sense of depression.

In the most central part of the valley, between the roots of an old tree, there was indeed a man in black, wearing a weird metal mask, his face could not be seen clearly, but the mask couldn't block Tang Yan's eyes.After squinting for a while, he suddenly felt that the person was familiar. "Is he Baudelaire?"

Unexpectedly, after saying a word, Moina, who was jumping forward, almost fell off the branch, and turned her head in shock: "Can you see into the valley?"

Tang Yan glanced at Moina, surprised by her reaction. "I can't see it, I just feel a breath there."

"Really?" Moina flustered a little, turned her head away immediately, and rushed forward quickly: "Stop dawdling, he is very cunning, don't let him run away."

Tang Yan immediately followed, but within a few steps, his heart moved slightly. When Sen Luo glanced at Moina just now, he saw through her veil and saw her appearance clearly. At that moment, he was somewhat familiar a feeling of?

But when I thought about it carefully and wanted to be sure, I couldn't remember her appearance clearly. After all, it was just a glimpse just now, and I didn't deliberately observe it.

(End of this chapter)