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Ahhh!

Ink Yan was shocked! All the cells in his body were instantly cut into combat!

Before Zhao Xiaoyun's elbow could land on the ground, she had already lowered her body and used one leg to kick his back!

Zhao Xiaoyun knelt on the ground after being kicked. He could not pull back his elbow that was half-way through the attack! In an emergency, all he could do was grab one of the legs that Mo Yan kicked out, and squeeze it under his armpit as if it was death itself, and shout as if he didn't care about death!

"Brother!" "Don't worry about me!"

"Quickly take our sister and run out of the capital!"

Ink Yan was shocked and angry at this sudden change! As he turned around to escape, Zhao Xiaoyun hugged him even more tightly, to the point where she was almost falling down from the sky! If he wanted to take a step forward, he could still take half a step!

With just that little bit of skill, Zhang Ziyi quickly ran ten meters away, grabbed his sister, and decisively shouted, "Come with me!"

Seeing that the person being cleared was about to run away, Mo Yan's eyes turned completely red, her mind was only filled with the desire to vent.

"Zhang Ziyi! You are f * cking humiliating Murong Hao! "

"Shame on the lives of a large number of soldiers!"

"He actually let his own brother be cannon fodder! "From now on, my Mo family will be ashamed to follow you!"

At that time, Zhang Zicui had also heard the curses from Ink Yan, and his steps had also stopped. He had the intention to kill himself on the spot! Noticing that the situation had turned bad over and over again, Zhao Xiaoyun could only desperately remind them of the situation!

"Run!"

"Brother!" It's not like our family doesn't even have one survivor! "

And then …

Clang!

Zhang Zizhi, who was ten meters away, knelt down in front of Mo Yan! Three knocks first!

Tears filled the rough face. He did not cry out, but his face was full of criss-crossing water scars. They were like dark crevices that completely tore apart the emotions hidden within his soul! The rapid and steady sound line fluctuated for the first time, hoarsely howling "Xiao Yun, I'm sorry ~!"

"As the eldest son, I want my brother to sacrifice himself for me! But don't worry! Even if I have to sacrifice my life, I will bring this sister out of the city unharmed! "

"If! I said if he doesn't come back after tonight! Then you just wait for me! "I swear, I won't leave you behind next time!"

After saying that, he wiped away his tears and, without looking back, dragged his sister into the dark blue night, quickly disappearing from sight.

At this moment, Zhao Xiaoyun was choked with sobs. His body fell powerlessly to the ground with his head lowered.

He had successfully held on to the end. Next, regardless of whether 'brother-in-law' chopped him or cut him up, he didn't say anything else.

Ink Yan's hand stopped on Zhao Xiaoyun's neck and was also shaking violently. Her eyes were covered by a thick layer of mist. At first glance, they looked like sparkling crystals, and there were even faint traces of red.

She had touched the adam's apple with her finger no less than twenty times! Every time he tried to crush them, his hands would start shaking in the next second.

Why, why can't I?

Ink Yan's mind was blank, she couldn't find an answer.

At this moment, Zhao Xiaoyun unexpectedly raised her head, holding onto Ink Yan's hand, and requested resolutely.

"I'm ready."

"I'm willing to atone for my brother's sins!"

In an instant, the tears that had settled in his eyes all burst out. Shui Yan burst into tears, hugging herself and crying out loud. An answer that he had never thought of before came to mind.

It was Mordor who killed the Mohist, not the derelict Zhang Zui. She could not kill Zhao Xiaoyun in place of him, just as she could not imagine that after today, the seven helpless' brides' would cycle through the cycle of hatred and give up the main culprit alive.

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