Your Majesty, Empress Is Escaping

Riiiip!

In the dark confined space, the sound of cloth tearing could suddenly be heard. Like a hungry wolf pouncing on a lamb, Molda ferociously tore apart the front part of Ink Moon's men's clothing! Under the weak light, she drew in a long breath, revealing the three layers of straps that had been tied up.

"Molda's breath became thicker as well, and excitement surged under his eyelids to the limit that even he could not explain it." You really are a woman … "Howl!"

"Slut!"

Just as Molda was about to dictate the conclusion that Mo Yan was a female, a crystal light suddenly exploded in front of his eyes! And then, his eyelids grew hot, and he began to cover his left eye's underling with blood. The warm air was instantly filled with a fishy, salty taste.

She sat up, one hand covering her chest while the other pressing on the ground. A piece of software was pressed on the ground and palm of the sword. The sword was so smooth that blood could not be left on it. It was like an extremely nimble poisonous snake, ready to attack at any time.

Molda's eyes almost turned to darts as he glared at the weapon that had hurt him — the weapon that, apart from its usual sharpness, was the most concise of forms. The handle was made of the same material, and there were no jewelry or even any decorations. Such a good weapon, yet it was so low-key. How could there be such a style in modern times?

"Wandering Dragon."

Ink Yan could clearly hear Molda gritting his teeth as he recited a noun. She was stunned for a moment, as if she could not understand why the name of the sword and the appearance of the sword did not match. He then added a few more words of "kindness".

"Forged from the secret of the current top grade Sword Crafting Master Ou Yezi, a top grade flexible sword that has fused with the bloodline of the Mu Rong family!" After he finished speaking, his posture changed again, and his defensive intent clearly exceeded that of his attack.

"If Murong Hao can give you this sword, then who are you to Murong Hao?"

"Nothing!"

Ink Yan denied it.

"No!"

Morda's eyes grew fiercer, and he spoke again with conviction.

"You're Murong Hao's woman!"

Mo Yan threw away the Wandering Dragon and directly swept towards it.

Clang!

Soon after, the surrounding Sirius soldiers saw with bulging eyes that Molda was like a rolling gourd as he slammed open the door and fell straight down from the carriage. After which, silver tongues burst out of the pitch black carriage. A little girl with scattered hair ran out while covering her heart. She ran towards the carriage without looking back!

"General", the deputy general hesitated on the choice of helping others and chasing them. He helplessly watched as one of the doors was cut open, then he turned around and started trying the other one.

"Stop her!"

Morda covered half his face and began to shout hysterically.

"That's Murong Hao's woman! Whoever can capture her alive, I'll give them a hundred taels of gold! Reward 10 female slaves! "

Ahh!

"For the sake of gold, for the sake of women, let's go all out!"

Very quickly, the Heavenly Wolf Soldiers that Molda had brought with him began to boil in excitement. They raised their machetes and rushed like a tidal wave towards the back of Ink Yan who was still furiously chopping down the door!

At this moment, she had only checked two!

Where was the White Wolf King? Even in the camp? It became a problem that must be thought about in the midst of her nervousness.

At this moment.

aoo — *

As if responding to the passionate actions of the Heavenly Wolf Soldiers, the still carriage suddenly let out the howl of a wolf behind it. Ink Yan clearly saw the car of the last car tremble visibly.

Molda stood at the back with half his face covered in blood, and proudly said to the lonely Ink Yan with a soldier that was close to thirty people away.

Beauty, you cannot defeat the White Wolf King! I might as well surrender quickly! "

"Perhaps after I get Murong Hao's head, I'll take you in as a concubine for the sake of your cooperation.