Your Majesty, Empress Is Escaping

His eyelids quivered. Did he sense that he had been recognized?

In her memory, there was only one person who could be considered an "old friend" of Molda's. That was when she had just transmigrated, under the guise of Ink Mist.

However, it had already been a month. No matter how good her memory was, it would be difficult to find any trace of Ink Mist on her body!

That's right, just as everyone thought!

The '49' kneeling in front of Molda was the same Ink Yan herself who had followed the White Wolf King! She did not fear hardships and had disguised herself as a lowly Beastman just to enter the King's City's underground beast battle arena to strengthen the son of the Southern Prince, Prince Xian, and sneak into the Prince of the South's Residence to find an opportunity to assassinate Murong Nan.

She had planned for half a month for this. She had planned for half a month for this. It was only a play after the battle beast was done. He would put down his dignity and use his outstanding beast taming skills in exchange, begging Young Master Xian to spare him. Who would have thought that Molda would come!

What should he do?

Ink Yan lifted her eyes and swept across the faces. Completely unfamiliar. Mordor was still sipping his tea, his face calm.

Ink Yan pretended to be surprised, and said that there was such a coincidental thing in the world, and politely asked about it.

"General, may I ask what is the name of your old friend?"

Mo Da paused to savor his tea, his face showed signs of instability, and he waited for two seconds before saying, "She is also from your side, her real name is Ink Yan. We could be considered to be in love. "

"Unfortunately, her master is an evil person. I did not succeed in buying it from his master several times. On the contrary, it had angered her master, killed her, and then threw her corpse to the wild beasts. "

After saying this, Molda didn't forget to show his sadness and used his fingers to wipe away the tears that didn't exist.

Mist Grass!

Although a month ago, Ink Yan had already tacitly acknowledged the tragic ending of being thrown into the wilderness.

However, she had never thought that there would still be people in this world who could be so shameless! Turn black into white! To say that she was fighting back bravely was because her feelings had been separated from her, and even took responsibility for the end of her violent corpse in the wilderness for the innocent Murong Hao!

Don't mention Ink Yan who was kneeling on the ground, she didn't believe him. Even Young Master Xian couldn't believe it!

At this moment, Molda put down the bowl of tea and hummed a displeased monologue from his nostrils.

"What is it? "What's with your expressions?"

"Can't this general like female slaves?"

Master Xian quickly made a statement.

"It is rare for a general to be so emotional! If you had known my father earlier, maybe we could have gifted Miss Shui Yan to you when she was just a slave! "

"Regarding this unfortunate fact, I am personally willing to pay one thousand taels of gold to build a memorial for the General's beloved Miss Shuiyan. And ask the High Monk of the Great Sorrow Temple to chant for her for forty-nine days! In anticipation of the afterlife, she can still meet and fall in love with the general. "

Then, glancing at Ink Yan without a trace, he thought that if Molda cheered on this point, he would then request that Ink Yan be taken to his own house and hidden there. Wait till Molda forgets this man, hehe! [What the heck!]

Who knows …

Even though Master Xian had described it well. However, Mo Da's reaction to this was very mild. His gaze shifted to the unkempt noble ladies, whose focus was repeatedly on their white arms.

This was truly something difficult to change! What do you mean by "won't move the truth"! In the end, didn't he end up turning around and falling into the enemy's trap?

Noticing this, Ink Yan immediately expressed her opinion.

"General, everyone says that the dead is over! No matter how beautiful a girl was, death was the end! Therefore, I suggest that the general should forget the ink, to find a more beautiful and gentle girl! In this way, if the former Ink Yan were to be able to see the general's love for her, she would sincerely wish him well as well. "

After saying this, she very politely approached Molda and suggested.

"General, it is already deep into the night. Your concubine must be very lonely waiting. Why don't you go home first and order two or three girls to rest early? "

When she was making these suggestions, she was actually thinking very simply. MORDA: Don't you like women? Instead of continuing to stay in the underground beast battle arena to watch the bloody battles, it would be better to just go back early and hug your woman! Perhaps a few less innocent people would have died!

As for herself, she would be freed because of Molda's change of heart, and she would have the chance to rely on Prince Xian!

But!

After hearing the suggestion, the wretched smile on Molda's face did not disappear as he frowned. He started to look inquiringly at Ink Yan, and the meaning behind his words was very strange.

"You've just enlightened me that I want to find more beauties to enlighten me. At this time, it's fine if you don't want to bring me out to hunt for beauties, but why did you turn around and ask me to go home? "

"Could it be?" As he spoke, he paused, and a guess suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"You're a man disguised as a woman?"

"No!"

Ink Yan denied it out of instinct!

"Don't we have to search every single person before we enter the underground beast fighting arena? "Does the general not believe what I say, and does he not believe the judgment of his brothers who searched him?"

Molda didn't believe it at all.

"Then take off your clothes!"

Mist Grass!

From the bottom of her heart, Ink Yan once again cursed Moore's f * cking mud horse ten thousand times! At the same time add you busy, I eat lemon echo special effect!

Hearing the sound, the two henchmen moved, and rushed towards Mo Yan. One of them was hit in the stomach by the Ink Yan, and squatted down while moaning. The other person grabbed her shoulder, and tore off one of her sleeves, revealing the white strip of cloth hidden under her clothes!

Molda's eyes lit up! His expression was like a falcon discovering a fat rabbit! He hurriedly shouted.

"Cut it open a little more!"

Ink Yan suddenly stretched out her hand and pulled, pulling her shoulder away in front of everyone!

What appeared in front of everyone was a wound that was across their chest and abdomen! Up to the left shoulder and down to the right abdomen. Most of it was covered by layers of white cloth, and the color of blood was seeping out from the inside. Only half of the wound was exposed on his shoulder.

"What a fresh wound!"

It was just that one glance! Everyone's attention was attracted by the bloodstained cloth strips! Prince Xian's eyes were wide open as he thought about who 49 was! He was so injured, yet he still won easily? As for the authenticity of the Ink Mist, he paid no more attention to it.

But Mordor was not among them.

When he realized that there was an extremely fresh wound on his chest that was wrapped in cloth, his eyes narrowed dangerously. He bent down to pick up the torn and bloody cloth and personally threw it into the arena!