Your Majesty, Empress Is Escaping

060 Free Agreement

Ji Ying was sitting under Mo Yan, with a panicked expression on her face. Her flushed cheeks instantly turned as white as snow. It was as if he couldn't believe that Molda, who had been pampering him, could give her away.

"General!" The concubine pitifully called out to Molda, hoping desperately that he would withdraw the order.

"What is it? Aren't you going to do something? "49!" Morda turned his head and increased his tone.

The matter was clear now. If Ink Yan, that is, the present 49, did not follow Morda's wishes. Soon, Ink Yan will be reunited with the Mo family in the sky.

"What?" Ji Ying's body trembled, and she started to ask for help from Ink Yan. "Please, please." Her smooth arms were tugging at the hem of her dress. On the neck, which was almost engulfed by the long hair, a cinnabar coloured phoenix head could be faintly seen. It pierced into Mo Yan's eyes like lightning!

Mo Yan's eyes instantly opened wide! He vaguely guessed something.

"You are courting death!"

Molda finally lost his patience, drew his sword, and slashed horizontally at the back of Mo Yan's neck!

The blade carried a whistling sound as it cut through the air, casting a shadow of death behind it.

Ji Ying felt a silver light flashing before her eyes. "Putong," Ink Yan stood up and weakly fell to the ground. Death took control of her thoughts and made her scream.

AHH! "Murder, ah, ah, ah!

However!

Morda looked down at the ink on his heels. She knelt on the ground, her body as stiff as a gravestone! From head to toe, not a single hair was missing! The defeat of the blow exploded like a spark in Mordor's savage nature.

"Bitch, what are you shouting for?!"

Molda gave her a fierce slap. He made the woman shut up on the spot. He turned around, narrowed his eyes, and slowly raised his long blade.

"49. To tell you the truth, is the woman I gave you pretty?"

Ink Yan lowered her head and answered confidently.

"Beautiful!"

"Then she is unromantic?!" Morda asked immediately.

Ink Yan recited a poem.

"The two of them are renowned for their love and love, often the King will laugh at them! The woman that the general has his eyes on is naturally the best! "

"Then why aren't you going to her?!"

He pressed the blade against her neck, his eyes filled with a look of satisfaction. You'd better give me a satisfactory answer, or I won't mind hacking someone to death.

The Ink Rose smacked the table and kowtowed to Molda! He faced Mordor with a bloody forehead.

"General, I just want to be free!"

Heh heh, Mo Da was finally so angry that he started laughing, and his tone was as cold as frost.

"49, if I remember correctly. I told you so in the Colosseum. Your freedom is in my hands. When you make me happy enough, I'll let you go. "

"But now you don't do what I ask you to do, and you anger me. How can you ask for your freedom? "

Ink Yan immediately shouted that she was innocent! Both hands abruptly embraced Molda's legs!

"The fact that the General is willing to share beautiful women with your subordinate is of course a great gift. However, in comparison to accepting the rewards from the general, allowing the general to be happy for a short period of time and snatching away the displeasure that the general loves will make things difficult for the general for a long time! "

"People say that the two are harmful to each other, and the one who gets the better of them! It is precisely because I want the General to be happy and free that I dared to disobey you! "

"If, if the general thinks that killing someone today is enough to make him happy. "Then …"

As she said this, she fell to the ground, not daring to make a sound. Her voice was suddenly filled with the solemnity of death, which made people emotionally moved.

"Then, please kill me now, General."