A prostitute is about to turn over

Chapter 250 The Return of the King 3
Seeing that Yu Ling just glared at him and didn't answer, Xue Mobai's eyes flashed with cruelty, hum, sixth brother, don't blame me for being cruel.

Xue Mobai raised his hand, and the guard standing aside holding the torch immediately understood, walked up to Xue Moyan, and threw the torch onto the pyre surrounding Xue Moyan.

When dry wood meets raging fire, it immediately turns into raging flames.

Yu Ling exclaimed no, Xue Mobai's wild laughter drowned her cries, she couldn't break free from Xue Mobai's restraint, she screamed desperately, saying that she would agree to his request, all requests, and only begged him to let Xue Moyan go.

Xue Mobai sneered, and said yes, but he still refused to order people to put out the fire.

Only when Xue Moyan is dead, will she stay with him with all her heart. As long as Xue Moyan is alive, her heart will not stay with him. Now that he is the emperor, all the women in the world belong to him. Including Song Yuling, he wanted her people as well as her heart.

Thick smoke billowed, Xue Moyan was choked to tears, he thought that he would die like this, separated from the woman he loves forever.

At this moment, there were seven more people in the post house.

Regardless of the danger, Wei Lin jumped into the fire circle and rushed towards Xue Moyan. He used his own body to extinguish the flames on Xue Moyan's body.

Seeing this, the surrounding guards set up their arrows and drew their bows one after another, preparing to shoot them through their hearts with ten thousand arrows.

Xue Hualiu's face is like frost. A few months ago, Xue Moyan brought Song Yuling back to Snow Country, passing through Ruyi Town. Seeing that their injuries had recovered, he let them leave on their own. Days, free days.

This is what they have always wanted, but when they suddenly got it, they were a little overwhelmed.

They tried to let go of themselves and let freedom surround them, but they found that they were not happy, maybe the previous life was more suitable for them.

So, together with Wei Lin, they came all the way in search of their master.

But I didn't expect that just after confirming the master's whereabouts, I learned that the master was taken away.

Looking at the guards with arrows and bows, the snowflakes and six evil spirits all fired at once. Needless to say, the power of Liuhe Gong. In an instant, the posthouse compound was ravaged by strong winds, the sky was full of sand and dust, and sparks flew. Losing his eyes, the sharp arrow he fired naturally missed his aim. ,
Several sharp arrows flew towards Yu Ling, Xue Mobai was shocked, cursed angrily, pushed Yu Ling away, waved his sleeves, and blocked several sharp arrows.

The wind is more violent, and the sandstorm is more violent.

Xue Mobai had an ominous premonition in his heart, he stretched out his hand to grab Yu Ling who was pushed away by him, but in vain, at this moment, she disappeared.

Gradually, the wind died down, and the wind and sand fell.

In the courtyard of the post house, there is still the figure of Yu Ling, and there is also the figure of Xue Moyan. . . . .

A roar burst out from the courtyard, anger, resentment, hatred, condensed and lingered.

Xuehua Liusha wrapped Xue Moyan, Weilin and Song Yuling in a frenzied escape.

They have been in the martial arts all their lives, and they have never been afraid of anyone. Xue Mobai is not yet strong enough to make them afraid, but Xue Mobai is now the emperor. As long as he gives an order, there will be an endless stream of soldiers rushing towards each other. At this time, no matter how outstanding their martial arts are, they will eventually be exhausted and die without a place to bury them. They are not afraid of death, and their death is in vain.

At this time, the first priority is to rescue the master, and other matters, other accounts, will be settled slowly.

In a ruined temple on the outskirts of the city, they stopped to make sure that there were no more pursuers, and then they finally rested.

Yu Ling held Xue Moyan's hand, his wrist pulsated steadily, although there were many burns all over his body, but there was no danger of life, the heart he had been holding on for a long time finally fell.

With a bang, Wei Lin fell to the ground with a bang.

Desperately rescued Xue Moyan from the fire, he used his body to block the eroding flames so that Xue Moyan would not suffer from the flames.

He had been on the run just now, but no one noticed that behind Wei Lin, there was already a piece of black burnt.

Seeing Wei Lin's ashen face, Xue Moyan reached out to his nose with trembling hands.

An angry and sad roar resounded throughout the ruined temple,

(End of this chapter)