"But the county lord—"

Mo Yi still looked worried, and his eyes did not take an inch off the terrifying black round wound on the chest of the Yunge County Lord.

If it weren't for the thousand-year-old Ice Silkworm Soft Armor, it would really be pierced!

Such a serious injury.

The county lord has grown up since he was a child, for so many years, but he has never experienced such a terrible attack and serious injury when he has watched him grow up!

Mo Yi was very distressed when he looked at it!

"What? Mo Yi, are you starting to disobey the words of the county lord? ”

Mo Yunge's face suddenly sank.

His face was already pale, but now it was pitch black, and it was ugly.

The subordinates don't dare." Mo Yi was moved, respectfully clasped his fists and saluted, almost ninety degrees bent down and retreated.

Mo Yi is Chinese New Year's Eve this year.

Since he was fifteen years old, he has been selected to serve by Mo Yunge's side. Now, seventeen years have passed.

He would never disobey her.

Regard her orders and safety as more important than her own life.

Here, Mo Yunge repelled the guard group, which was equivalent to taking the initiative to retreat a big step. Mo Yan and Zi Qianmo's side definitely didn't have the reason to get one step closer.

You respect me a foot, I respect you a foot...

You force me one step, I force you ten steps.

This has always been the case.

Although Mo Yan was extremely disgusted with Mo Yunge, he had already taught her a hard lesson, and the identity of the other party was really special.

Mo Yan was not afraid to kill Mo Yunge and take responsibility.

What he was afraid of was that after killing Mo Yunge, the Zi family had just ascended the throne as emperor, and instead of getting the mandate from the Central Continent Empire, it would incur a devastating retaliation from Central Continent.

He is alone, and being targeted by Queen Mo is nothing.

But if it involves Zi Mucheng, Zi Kun and other Xiao Momo's most important family members, it is another matter.

"Xiao Wu, step aside."

Zi Qianmo's thoughts, basically, are the same as Mo Yan's.

She slowly raised her hand and made a stop gesture.

"Yes."

Xuanwu was originally murderous, but now, he was restrained at the fastest speed, and a pair of mung bean eyes returned to their forever squinting and lazy appearance.

As a loyal subordinate of His Royal Highness the Demon King, he never questioned His Highness's decision, nor did he ask why.

Xuanwu stepped back.

It just so happened that he retreated to the edge of the dragon chair and stayed with Zi Mucheng.

Xuanwu and Zi Mucheng glanced at each other.

Zi Mucheng immediately sat up straight and straightened his back.

The corners of Xuanwu's lips were slightly hooked, and he said in his heart: Yes, this is what an emperor looks like.

"Come on, Xuan Imperial Doctor, and heal the Lord of Yunge County in Zhongzhou."

Zi Mucheng spoke up.

This is basic etiquette.

Mo Yunge was injured in Beilan, if he didn't even call a doctor, it would really be indecent.

The Imperial Physician soon arrived.

Together with Mo Yunge, he was led to the rest hall to be healed.

In the Jinluan Palace, for a while, tranquility was restored.

The smell of gunpowder is completely gone.

The civil and military officials all secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

A battle of gunpowder was resolved.

It's just—

Mo Yunge was supported by Mo Yi and left the gate of the Jinluan Palace, but he didn't forget to turn around and take a look in the direction of Mo Yan.

This glance is very deep.

A pair of beautiful eyes, as if they had hooks, were eager to nail directly to Mo Yan's body and into his flesh and blood.

It's not hate.

It's a little more meaningful.

Even Mo Yunge himself is a little indescribable,