Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 418 The Pit Depth 089 Meters The Choice of Life (9)
"I'm very cautious."

Unexpectedly, he was so stubborn, Namuhan's eyes became more sullen.

But after all, he is the eldest son that Da Khan values, so he can't go too far.

After thinking about it, he made a compromise, and said tactfully: "I'm not afraid of ten thousand, just in case. Don't take chances. That's all right, old minister promises you, you hand her over to me, and I won't hurt her at all. Just ask someone to bring her back to Mobei, and hand her back to you when the prince returns. How about it?"

"No." Xiao Qian answered quickly, almost without thinking.

It took only a few words, but for a moment, and then the room fell into silence again.

Quiet, eerie still.

In this silence, Mo Jiu knew that her life might end at any moment.

Everyone is quiet, there is no sound, only a slight sound of wind knocking on the window.

Mo Jiu slowly raised his head to look at Xiao Qian. He was still wearing a silver-red cloak and a black robe inside. This combination made him look very energetic. In the breeze, his robe was fluttering in the wind, but he His complexion was as calm as a sculpture.She didn't quite understand what the choice Namhan said was, but she could clearly know that it must be very important to Xiao Liulang.Although she knew that the reason he didn't want her to die was that he would die if she died, but she was still a little moved... She didn't want him to lose something very important for her.

Seeing that everyone was silent, she tugged on Xiao Qian's sleeve: "Let me go with him, I can't die."

Xiao Qian glanced at her, "Shut up!"

Mo Jiu shut up, but Namhan couldn't.He was so angry that he almost convulsed, he took another step forward, covered his chest cautiously, lowered his head and gave Xiao Qian a big gift.

"I ask the son to hand her over to the old minister."

"Your Majesty, please hand over this girl to Namuhan!" a courtier shouted.

"My son, this girl must be killed! This girl must be killed!" The other also followed suit.

The three men from Beimeng stared at him closely, and shouted softly, their voices were full of anxiety, and the look of righteous indignation made Mo Jiu feel as if he was taking some kind of oath to kill her, a witch who was a disaster for the country.

Mo Jiu looked at Xiao Qian and didn't move.I knew in my heart that he must be very embarrassed.

After a moment of stalemate, Xiao Qian stared at Namuhan, suddenly stretched out his hand slowly, held her hand, and then turned around, "Let's go!"

His cloak was raised and swayed on Mo Jiu's face. She looked down at the hand held by him, was stunned, and followed him with small steps.

"My lord, don't do it!" A Beimeng official rushed up and stopped in front of them.

There was a muffled "bang", and before Mo Jiu could see the man's face clearly, Xiao Qian kicked him to the ground with a heart-warming punch.

"roll!"

The cold wind blowing, the endless night, like a piece of black silk shrouded in the sky, the red torches one after another, connected in a string, Xiao Qian walked through it holding Mo Jiu's hand, very fast, His tall and tall body is tall and straight, and his ink-like robe seems to be integrated with the night. At this time, his handsome and handsome face is extremely tense and extremely cold. He is very likely to lose his life.

He took Mo Jiu by the hand, and walked out smoothly through the door guarded by the Beimeng people.

All the creatures around him chose to stay still in his cold aura.

At this time, Mo Jiu still didn't know what Xiao Qian gave up for her, let alone how much energy and time Xiao Qian would need to spend in the future to fulfill his lifelong ambition and ambition and become a The falcon that only ruled the entire northern land, soared for nine days, and then led his millions of cavalry across the world, becoming an eternal emperor that shines through the annals of history.She only knew that at this moment, his hand was very warm, and the palm of his hand was very hot, as if a fire was burning fiercely, ironing her palm.

(End of this chapter)