Black Bellied Prince’s Stunning Abandoned Consort

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Smoke from the gunfire and the flames of war.

The war between Youzhen State and Mo Wenchen has been going on for half a month. What makes Mo Wenchen unacceptable is that they only stormed two cities and made no progress.

You know, the 200,000 troops of Bailimo are all elites.

Moreover, it was Mo Wenchen who was using soldiers. He had always used soldiers like gods, and even a small Youzhen country could not be defeated.

This incident made everyone unacceptable.

Xiao En quietly sat in the handsome camp, puzzled.

He has heard of Mo Wenchen's past, and now his strategic deployment has made him very impressed. As long as one or two armies fight, he feels a bit weak.

It seemed that the enemy always knew what they were going to do next.

This made Mo Wenchen's temper gradually increase. In his lifetime, he encountered such a situation once, even when he had just led a soldier to fight.

"General Xiao, when you sneak into the enemy camp at three o'clock today, you must figure out who is directing the battle." Mo Wenchen whispered, he was going to get angry, and if he went on like this, he was afraid that he would take the secret Zhenguo was destroyed.

With his ability, if a forbidden technique is released, a city will be scarce, and it will not even survive for decades.

It's just that it will only give birth to charcoal, which is not what he asked.

Therefore, in desperation, he must know who his opponent is, so powerful.

Let him be defeated.

Nangong Mo sat beside him and said nothing.

He was also somewhat incomprehensible.

Even with his combat capabilities, this should not be the case.

Now it can be said that Baihua Country and Aoyun Country joined forces to deal with Youzhen Country. This way, there is no chance of winning. It is really powerless.

Everyone did not expect that a small Youzhen State was so difficult.

"Yes." Xiao En didn't hesitate. He also wanted to know who the other party was.

Mo Wenchen was busy with the battle, while still thinking about Su Qiqi and Lei Yufeng.

There was no bit of news over there, which made him anxious.

Although Su Qiqi's ability now, he does not need to worry too much.

It's just that more than half a month has passed, there is no message, this is not the style of Lei Yufeng.

Something must have happened.

Can't get away.

So now Mo Wenchen is on the brink of madness, as long as a fuse will make his fire outbreak completely, by then time must be out of control.

The consequences are unimaginable.

Dayan Royal Palace.

The queen mother has been unconscious for several days. Mo Wenxuan, Hua Qianzi and Su Mengru are all staying in front of the bed, and the prince constantly comes to ask questions and explore the pulse.

They only said that they were angry, but could not prescribe medicine.

Su Shichang has already entered the prison, because he destroyed the reputation of the queen mother-in-law, which is intolerable.

However, Mo Wenxuan didn't dare to order him to death. He was afraid that the queen mother would wake up and know that the news would be even more unacceptable.

Hua Chi and Lei Yuyue were arranged to live in the harem, and Mo Wenxuan could not be found for a while.

Can only wait.

"There are pigeons." Thunder Rain Ballon suddenly pointed at the palace wall and said with some surprise: "This is the palace."

Hua Chi here was a stun, his finger was on his lips, and a whistle was blown. The white dove landing on the palace wall flew down and landed directly on his finger.

Remove the note from the pigeon's leg and unfold it.

With one glance, Hua Chi was shocked, almost crumbling.

The thunderstorm rumor on the side looked in his eyes, and he hurried forward, looking at him with a look of concern that his face was pale and pale as soon as possible: "Brother Hua, what happened?"

Raising his hand and crushing the paper in his hand, Hua Chi's entire body was instantly stained with a layer of frost.

Without the warmth and gentleness like jade, it was replaced by cold, eyes with bloodthirsty red, and the clothes on his body were automatic without wind, his hands clenched into fists, and the paper in his hands turned gray ...

"Brother Hua." Lei Yu was anxious. What made Hua Chi look like this?

She never knew that Hua Chi's fire would be so terrible.

She thought that this would always be indifferent and always calm.

"Xu Weiran hurt Su Qiqi," Hua Chi said coldly, "this revenge must be reported."

"Xu Weiran ..." For this person, Lei Yubao still wasn't quite sure, but just repeated it: "Some people in Su Qiqi can get hurt now."

In a word, Hua Chi was lost in thought.

Now Su Qiqi is very powerful, and can even reach one million troops with one person's power.

What kind of role does Xu Weiran really hurt Su Qiqi.

And the injuries were severe.

This is still news.

He didn't know that even burning was helpless.

"What are you going to do now?" Seeing Hua Chi not speaking, Lei Yubao asked again: "Are we going back to southern Xinjiang?"

She was reluctant to see Su Qiqi, but she had to endure it for Hua Chi.

Gritting his teeth, Hua Chi didn't shake his head or nod.

He didn't want to give up Mo Wenxuan here, because he also wanted to revenge for Su Qiqi.

But on the other side, he didn't know how Su Qiqi was injured. He was a little worried.

Even if she is the body of a fairy, her life is in danger.

He also did not know how Su Qiqi's injuries were. Hua Yi only told him that Lei Yufeng was holding her and burned, and that people were killing flowers.

Now Su Qiqi is at his flower killing gang, but he cannot see her.

After glancing at the thunderstorm rumor, Hua Chi still shook his head: "Mr. Fen is here, all right."

He believed in burning.

He wanted to control Mo Wenxuan and leave here, otherwise, they ran here for thousands of miles, and everything went to nothing.

It will be very difficult to know to come back here again.

As long as the harem is settled, Mo Wenxuan will definitely come to see him.

He also wanted to get rid of Mo Wenchen with his own hands.

Listening to this, there was a smile on Lei Yuyao's face, that kind of contentment, and she thought that Hua Chi was not very concerned about Su Qiqi.

At least there was no time to go back to Nanjiang to see how her injuries were.

As a result, she felt a little bit more hopeful.

But Hua Chi looked at the distance, sighed softly, and said softly in his heart, seventy-seven, waiting for me to return, will give you a big surprise.

One side clenched his fist secretly, his face was cold, and his suffocation had disappeared. His face was angry again, and his eyebrows were raised slightly.

Harmless.

But Lei Yu Ruo could see that he had lost the previous smile, and his eyes were still worried about Su Qiqi.

There was some pain in my heart, but Thunder Ballad didn't say anything, but stood beside Hua Chi, and accompanied him to watch the sky in the distance, the cloud in the distance ...

At midnight, the camp was brightly lit.

Mo Wenchen did not fall asleep, but sat in front of the lamp and looked at the map.

He never knew that a war could last so long.

He even suspected that he had traitors in his barracks.

However, only him, Xiao En and Nangong Mo know these strategic deployments, and it is impossible to leak them out.

If even Xiao En and Nangong Mota could not believe it, there would be no credible people in this world.

Because of this, he will be angry. Is there a divination master on the other side, but the prophets are still unknown?

If this is the case, he must find a way to kill the master first.

South Xinjiang must be unified as soon as possible, and without jeopardizing the vitality, if the southern Xinjiang is unified after a battle of life and death, then there is not much chance of victory against Dayan.

That's why he was a little worried.

What's more terrifying is, if the winning party is Youzhen State, how will you and your party face it?

He didn't think of such an end.

Suddenly Mo Wenchen frowned fiercely, raised his hand and held down his heart, he felt heartache, pain as a knife.

It was only a moment before it was restored.

But at this moment, he was sore and sweaty, and the whole person was a little soft. He lost the map in his hand, leaned against the chair, and closed his eyes slightly.

He knew something must have happened.

"Seven or seven." He suddenly called softly, and for a moment, he felt a little uneasy again, and the pain came again.

This feeling is like that when Su Qiqi jumped down the mountain, his heart was as dead as death.

He rushed out of the commander's camp, looked at the dark night sky, and frowned fiercely. He had no magic power and could not leave at will.

Even he could not reach Lei Yufeng.

As he stood there looking into the distance, Xiao En came over: "Master, why are you here?"

With a look on his face, Mo Wenchen told himself to believe that Lei Yufeng and Su Qiqi would be okay, and now you must resolve Youzhen State.

"It's okay, what did you find?" Looking at Xiao En, Mo Wenchen asked softly.

"I found Xu Weiran." When Xiao En said this, his voice was very low and he was a little puzzled. "It seems that they did not succeed."

"Did you read that right?" Mo Wenchen froze and stared at Xiao En. "How could he be in Youzhen? If so, they should be nearby in July."

At this moment, the anxiety in his heart aggravated even more.

With both hands clenched into fists, Khan Qin came out of the palm.

Xiao En also thought of this: "Yeah, can't you say that Qiqi and Lei Gongzi haven't started yet?"

"It's impossible." Mo Wenchen shook his head hard. "They must be something wrong."

As he said, he was about to walk outside the barracks, but was stopped by Xiao En: "Master, do you know where they are?"

Just as the two were talking, Nangong Mo also came over, and he stayed up all night without feeling restless.

"What happened?" Looking at the situation of the two, Nangong Mo asked inexplicably: "Is there anything terrible in the enemy barracks?"

What could have changed both of them.

"Xu Weiran is still alive, and Qiqi and Yufeng found him half a month ago." Mo Wenchen said in a word, his tone was very cold, and he took a few words of murder. . . . . . .