Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 983 The pit depth is 182 meters and one turn is unexpected (6)
At the peak of power, family affection will always succumb to human nature, and everything becomes a naked reality.

Faintly, Mo Jiu suddenly had an intuition: Xiao Liulang's sensitive identity, after this battle, it might be difficult to keep it a secret.

Mo Jiu's heart was cold and the wind was blowing, and he couldn't help but glance at Xiao Qian, seeing him quietly looking ahead, with his fingertips resting on the long sword, his face was slightly cold, but there was not much worry, and he was secretly calm Rest assured.

Thinking that he was able to get to this point, he was already mentally prepared.

Sure enough, just as she retracted her gaze, Xiao Qian's voice sank and then slowly rang in her ears.

"I believe what the fourth prince said."

After a little hesitation, he pulled the corner of his lips and smiled coolly, "Unfortunately, I won't give you another chance."

Zaburi held the scimitar's hand and tightened it, "What are you going to do?"

Xiao Qian smiled.Graceful snowflakes gently fell on his stern eyebrows, showing a little warmth on his indifferent face, making him look at Zaburi no longer as cold as before, and his warm smile seemed to be Discuss what to eat and drink with friends after a long absence, without any sharpness or bluntness.

"Someone is here! Invite the fourth prince back, don't wait too long."

"Xiao Qian, you are too arrogant! What are you doing? Don't forget who I am!" A bloodthirsty cold light shot out from Zaburi's eyes, like an owl struggling and roaring, he dared not Believe it, and cursed angrily unwillingly, "Even if you try your best to capture me with more people, so what? In the battle of Jianshui River, you are already defeated. You thought you came here to take advantage of it, and Wanyanxiu will Will they let you go? And my 20 Beimeng cavalry stationed at Caishipo, will they let you go? And Da Khan, do you think you..."

His words faintly revealed the relationship between Xiao Qian and Bei Meng, but he also seemed to have concerns, he didn't dare to speak out in public, and stopped halfway through speaking, staring at Xiao Qian coldly.

"It's interesting, let me and Minmin go away, I will keep it a secret for you!"

"There's no need to keep it a secret!" Xiao Qian sighed slowly, as if with a lot of helplessness, "Paper can't wrap fire, and wind can't hide words... What should come, will always come."

With a sidelong glance, he straightened his expression and said sternly, "Do it!"

"Xiao Qian! How dare you!" Zaburi obviously didn't expect that he didn't even care about his identity.

With a chuckle, the corners of Xiao Qian's lips curled up slightly, as if he was smiling, but he said every word without any emotion: "I dare you, you will know soon."

"Xiao Qian, you're so decisive, you're doomed!" Zhaburi looked back at him, his words were firm and cold, but there was no panic at all, as if everything was under his control.

"Oh?" Xiao Qian raised his eyebrows, and still smiled tepidly: "If the sky wants to destroy me, I can only find another life. Even if I lose, no one will dare to win!"

The loud words resounded through the sky.Xiao Qian like this is indeed arrogant, as white as snow and as bright as the moon.

The cold wind howled, and there was silence on the field, and there was no sound.

Almost everyone's eyes were on him, Xiao Qian, this man standing among thousands of troops but as lonely as an eagle.

His black cloak is raised slightly, and the flying arc is swaying and indifferent, like desperate determination, and also like indifference after a long period of wind and rain.

Everyone has a different thought when seeing him like this.

Tatamin pursed her lips tightly, and her face was pale. She looked at Zaburi with a strange helplessness in her eyes, and the clenched fist under the wide sleeves was also trembling slightly.

As if feeling her emotions, Zaburi suddenly raised his head, looked up at the boundless sky, sighed, and looked down at Tatamin again.

This glance is as affectionate as the sea.

This glance is like the sound of an evening drum...

Under the flying snow all over the sky, his fingers slowly slid across the sharp edges of the scimitar, the emotions on his face were inexplicably complicated, but his voice softened.

"Falling into your hands, I will die with no regrets! But, Xiao Qian, can I make a request?"

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Xiao Qian's response, he slowly looked at Tata Min with admiration in his eyes, as if he came here from Mobei just for this love affair.

"Let Minmin go, I will follow you."

Xiao Qian was noncommittal, stared at him quietly for a long time, and smiled slightly.

"It's you, will you?"

Zhaburi stood opposite him with his eyes fixed, without much frustrated and angry expression on his face.Up to now, he can't choose everything, he can only accept this fate.

"Bai Yuncang dog, life is impermanent! Winning or losing is not decided. A person who can't let go of affection will always lose again and again. I admit that I am not as good as you, Xiao Qian, you are more ruthless than me!"

Zaburi said this sentence with a smile, and glanced at Mo Jiu as if nothing.This made Mo Jiu's heart "thump", and he was infected with a certain emotion.Men value profit while women value affection. If Xiao Qian did this on purpose, then she, Mo Jiu, would also become a pawn.But based on her understanding of Xiao Qian, she was unwilling to position him and the relationship between him and her in this way.

She pursed the corners of her mouth lightly, showing a faint smile, but her heart was filled with a lot of indigestible information... The relationship between Tatamin and Zaburi was already puzzling for her. If she was not sure, why did she suddenly lead the army to help her before she was in danger?Also, is the decisive battle at Jianshuihe over?Did Xiao Qian win or lose?
Turning her head slowly, she looked at Xiao Qian suspiciously.

Just in time, he also turned his head to look at him, in his deep eyes, there was a touch of relief, relief and affection.

"Go back and talk."

It's a personal conversation based on trust.

Mo Jiu didn't want to be "provoked" by others easily, and he was provoked by the enemy. In this world, there are too many people who can't get happiness themselves, and don't want to see others happy. Zhaburi is inevitably not one of them.Thinking of this, she raised her brows, nodded towards Xiao Qian, and raised the corner of her mouth slightly.

"it is good."

(End of this chapter)