"Brother, the ships on the Cang Nu River in Houshan have been arranged." Li Mochen's voice trembled slightly with the scabbard: "Let my sister-in-law take the young master away first, I..."
"Mo Chen!" Li Yumo suddenly laughed and touched the "Zhen Guo" mark on the Black Iron Sword on his waist with his palm: "Ten years ago, during the snow in Mount Polya, 300,000 golden men surrounded us for three days and three nights. How do you think we survived?"
When he raised his eyes, the torches surging at the foot of the mountain were reflected in his eyes: "The purpose is not to retreat, but to let the enemy know that the Li family's sword can poke a hole in the sky."
The courtyard door exploded with a bang, and the gilded imperial edict was thrown in with a fishy wind.
Liang Cheng's python robe swept across the broken bricks on the floor, and his sharp laughter was harsher than the blade of a knife: "Li Yumo! The Holy One has a decree..."
In the Great Mo Dynasty, the Jin people moved, and after fighting against foreigners, Emperor Mo prepared to settle down. This was the decision of the Emperor of Great Mo, and no one could change it.
Changes in the world of Da Mo...
"Pass my order, and all clan members will resist with all their strength. Anyone who disobeys the order will be killed!"
"Master, where are the wife and children?" Luo Xu, a retainer, insisted.
"Brother, leave a queen for our family!" Li Mochen knelt on his knees and remonstrated.
"Luo Xu, Sha'er, you two, accompany your wife and young master, and escape from the Cangnu River in the back mountain!" Li Yumo rolled his eyes red and said through clenched teeth. He knew that this time the villa might...
Then, a bloody storm slowly began to unfold...
