Crazy Young Empress: Shadowsong Moon Dance

Chapter 409 Gintama [V]

Sitting in the bumpy carriage, Mo Wuying imagined the fate of those Wanyue soldiers in the inn.

In order to protect the country, he sacrificed his life in a foreign land.

She is very confident in the 'Gintama' trained by the teacher.

People who originally had a foundation in martial arts were trained in a killer-like training mode: not looking for moves, but just killing people quickly, ruthlessly, and accurately.

The evil Mrs. Ling Xiao will definitely use her all-consuming perverted torture methods to turn 'Gintama' into a deadly evil army.

So, 'Gintama' won't lose.Even if it is one against four, it will not lose.

Thinking of the hundreds of Wanyue soldiers who had to die, a faint haze flashed across her eyes.

In the face of war, all personal emotions and compassion are the help to push the people of the two countries to the flames of war.

If they caused a bloody incident in Dayan due to lack of composure, it would make Yan Chentu more reckless and ignite the flames of war in advance.

In order to be able to safely control the overall situation, those poor sergeants must die.

Instruct Xiao Nan to send a message to Gintama, "In order to show respect for personality, bury them in a nearby place where they will not be disturbed after death."

Showed the trust in 'Gintama'.He concealed his guilt towards the soldiers of Wanyue Kingdom.

"Brother Yaoyue, what are you thinking? Tell me about grandpa, okay? How do you know that I have a grandpa? Did brother Li tell you?"

Mo Xun blinked her big innocent and harmless eyes, and asked with burning eyes.

Mo Wuying looked at the ignorant girl in front of her with distress.

If she knew that more than 100 people in Laijia Inn were killed, she would cry all the way to Yandu, right?

She patted her head distressedly, and said softly: "Your grandfather, let's start with a pair of young lovers decades ago..."

The sky outside the carriage once again swayed and fell pieces of six-petal crystals.

As if to bury a horrifying scene of a blood-red fight somewhere, or to fly in a hurry to send a fantasy funeral to those loyal souls who died in a foreign land.

The storytellers and those who listened to the stories in the carriage were drawn back to the tragedy of the royal family in Wanyue Kingdom decades ago without gunpowder and blood.

Outside the carriage, Yan Yushuang, who hastily put on her cloak, complained loudly to Yun Geyue who was walking beside him:
"After riding for less than half a day, my butt hurts again! I have to ride a carriage tomorrow! Let your little traitor admirer come out and sing with you on horseback!"

(End of this chapter)