The cannon fodder of quick time travel slaps the face and becomes a god

Being confessed so sincerely and frankly by Chu Mo, Mu Xichen's eyes were sore, and he almost shed tears again, you bastard!

But what's the use of being provocative?

"I don't care, if you want to go, you must take me with you!" Mu Xichen gritted his teeth and stared at him fiercely, expressing his determination not to back down.

Chu Mo didn't answer, but just took a deep look at him, and then pulled him into his arms with a big hand. A hot kiss blocked all his protests that he wanted to blurt out. He skillfully manipulated the wheelchair and put The person pressed back on the bed.

I don't know what this man was thinking, Mu Xichen was tossed by him for a whole night, and he didn't let him go to sleep until the morning light, but when he woke up again, there was no one around him.

Mu Xichen got out of bed with his sore waist, and before he could leave the courtyard, he was stopped by the guards guarding the door, "Madam, please go back, the general ordered you not to leave this door!"

The corner of Mu Xichen's mouth twitched, and he slammed the door against the anger and the inappropriate force of his body, causing another sharp pain.

Heh, do you think that there is nothing I can do?

Moreover, recalling the guard outside the door, what kind of ordinary guard is this?

Those are the ten most powerful hidden guards under Chu Mo!

Leave all these people to watch over him, without even bringing a few powerful guards around, this guy is going to die, right?

Mu Xichen scanned the room with dark eyes, and after finalizing the plan, he smiled sinisterly.

If you dare to die, when I catch you next time, sleep in the living room for the rest of my life!

I can't suffocate you!

The confrontation between the two armies is far from an art of war case, which can be written in a few strokes.

Blood flow is just a vague concept for many people, but it happens every day here.

Scattering flesh and blood, missing hands and feet, and occasionally one or two soldiers who have been disemboweled, with panicked and desperate expressions, wanting to stuff the gushing red organs back, and then cover them tightly with their hands, as if You can plug that huge wound and pretend nothing happened.

The sword split the body, and the originally hard bones could not resist the sharper sharp tool, making a toothache sound of "creaking and creaking", which was quickly drowned in the sky-shattering cry and desperate whimpering.

The land here is already scarlet, and even the air is filled with a strong smell of blood. Taking a breath, it is full of disgusting smell, as if those red liquids have turned into air-like powder, and entered with the wind. The same in their bodies.

As if eating people...

The original yellow-brown land was watered by a lot of blood, and it became muddy and pulpy. When you stepped on it, it almost felt like you were stepping on a piece of human flesh. sticky silk.

This is the battlefield, the most real battlefield.

Chu Mo was wearing a silver mask, which shimmered, just like his current state, cold and inorganic, ruthless to the bone.

He watched this almost tragic scene, but there was no emotion in his eyes, he just watched quietly, like an outsider.

This is just a death squad used as an introduction, and their fate has been doomed from the very beginning.

Seeing that the Dayue army had completely entered his trap, Chu Mo's eyes flashed, and he swung his raised hand heavily, and the tide-like army surrounded him from both wings, and it was another pitched battle.

This battle can almost be said to have been a tragic victory, but it has severely damaged the enemy army.

Every day that followed was spent like this, until the eve of seeing the dawn.

Dayue's army is no longer able to launch large-scale attacks, and there are dark news that there are serious differences within Dayue, so they will withdraw soon.

Seeing the battle where morale was low, Chu Mo also heaved a sigh of relief. It's okay, it's okay, when the matter here is over, he must go back and comfort his little ancestor, otherwise he doesn't know how long he will be angry.

However, the accident happened in an instant, and several ghostly killers dressed in soldiers' clothes quickly approached his camp, and began to strangle the soldiers guarding the door vigorously, and his ten most powerful hidden guards were transferred by him. Six of them stood by Mu Xichen's side, and now there are only four of them struggling to fight those killers. I'm afraid that if one of them is let in, then death will be unavoidable!

But with these few people alone, it was really hard to support them, and they could only watch helplessly as two of them traded injuries for injuries, broke through their defense line, and rushed into the big tent.

Chu Mo was not afraid of the approaching person, holding the sword in one hand, and began to wrestle with the enemy. Unfortunately, his inconvenient legs and feet restricted his movements, so he could only watch helplessly as the person stabbed at him from an extremely tricky maneuver. He didn't have time to react!

At this moment, the killer was suddenly thrown away by a huge force. With red eyes, Mu Xichen came out from behind Chu Mo, held the sword, and walked towards the man.

The sword in his hand was swung down fiercely, and the hand holding the sword was separated from the body in an instant, and the bright red blood rushed out, and a few drops even splashed on Mu Xichen's face.

"Does it hurt?" He asked softly, but before he could answer, he slashed again, this time with the other arm.

"Does it feel good to kill someone?" Mu Xichen asked, and then he slashed his sword. He didn't care about his response and begging for mercy. He just slashed at the broken body one by one, letting his body beg for mercy. Blood was spattered all over his face.

At this moment, he doesn't have the image of a gentle man, he looks like an evil ghost returning from hell.

The fear of losing a man again filled his heart, reawakening his suppressed violent and murderous desires.

Sure enough, killing people feels good, doesn't it?

Chu Mo was already a little scared when Mu Xichen appeared. How could this man be so disobedient and put himself in danger? Doesn't he know how dangerous the battlefield is?

However, his subsequent actions made Chu Mo's heart sink to the bottom of the valley. He didn't care about being angry, and hurriedly manipulated the wheelchair to rush over, but during the fight just now, the wheel of the wheelchair had been cut off, and now he can't It is struggling to support.

As soon as he turned the wheel, it was completely broken in two, and Chu Mo also fell to the ground hard because of the sudden imbalance of his center of gravity.

But he didn't pay any attention to his bloody knees that had been slammed on the ground, supported his body with his strong arms, and crawled towards Mu Xichen bit by bit, resolute as if making a sacrifice, and let the little ones along the way The stone cut through his palm, leaving bright red palm prints and two long bloodstains.

The short distance of more than ten meters now looks like a ravine in the sky. Chu Mo can't hold anything else in his heart, but just stares at Mu Xichen's red eyes, feeling very anxious.

What is fighting for you, what is death without regrets, it's all bullshit!

If something happened to this person, what's the point of all he did?

What's more, how could he have forgotten that the child's pure attachment and almost sincere love for him were so hot that he was shocked.

How could he think that if he died, the child would be safe to live?

So in the final analysis, he is actually just clinging to his own heroism, doing what he thinks is heroic, and using despicable excuses for your own good to delay this person's sincerity!

So hypocritical...

Chu Mo silently spurned himself, and finally climbed to the corner of Shura's hell, stretched out his hand suddenly, embraced the sad figure of Xiao Suo into his arms, kissed his face one after another, and pulled himself clean He kept wiping his underwear, and coaxed in a low voice, "It's okay, I'm fine, Mo Bai, look at me, we're all fine, no one will die..."

Mu Xichen felt as if all his strength was taken away in an instant, the long sword fell to the ground with a bang, and he leaned softly in the man's arms, his eyes were no longer anxious and he was still desperately trying to see the man's face, he murmured, "All right? Not dead?"

As if thinking of something, he stretched out his hand and grabbed Chu Mo's neck, leaving a bright red mark on it with such force, his bloodshot eyes stared at him, and he looked like he was about to collapse , "You still dare to seek death. In this case, I will kill you now. At least, you died by my hands!"

The impediment of blood made Chu Mo's mind faint for a moment. He looked at the boy's ferocious face without the slightest fear, but he was very distressed. He kissed the lips and promised in a low voice, "There will be no next time. , will not leave you alone..."

Mu Xichen murmured like a peaceful lullaby, and Mu Xichen's agitated heart slowly calmed down. Mu Xichen curled up in the man's arms and slowly closed his eyes.

The boy who was like a Shura ghost just now is as obedient as a cat, even shaking his body, rubbing against his neck and shoulders, "You can't die, do you know? You can't..."

Chu Mo's heart was tightened with a fragile expression that he had never seen before, let's see what stupid things he has done!

He closed his eyes in some pain, and kissed his lips lightly. It was a kiss without any lust, just a simple comfort, finally made Mu Xichen calm down slowly, and fell into his arms docilely.

There were traces of bloodstains on his face, the soldier uniform on his body was also covered with bloodstains, and his hair was sticking to his cheeks in strands, but the young man who had lost his hostility was a mixture of purity and charm, blood and serenity. It is a wonderful beauty.

Chu Mo stretched out his hand and hugged him tightly. Hearing the report from the hidden guards outside the tent, he ordered coldly and without a trace of emotion, "Kill them all, Ling Chi! Also, let our people move, the seat of the emperor, It's very comfortable to sit on!"

"Yes..." Everyone took the order and left, the tent was warm and peaceful, only that corner was scattered with flying flesh and blood, showing the tragedy before.

Under the seemingly calm expression, there is always an undercurrent, isn't it?

After Mu Xichen woke up, Qiyi didn't react too aggressively, but stared at Chu Mo for a long time with a half-smile, then turned and left silently.

One person and one horse, returned to Beijing alone.

Is this over?

For a moment, Chu Mo was also a little uncertain about his lover, so he could only order to go on and speed up the march, but when he was three hundred miles away from the capital, he heard the news that the emperor had died!

How can this be?

Although the emperor's body was not considered strong, he would definitely be able to live another three to five years. Why did he die suddenly?

He just asked his subordinates to create some troubles, and he didn't want to kill him at this time!

And once the emperor dies, the entire capital will be in chaos. Xuanyuan Che and Xuanyuan Lang will definitely take the opportunity to control the court, imprison Xuanyuan Jin and even kill him!

Just when Chu Mo was in a hurry, he received a message from his baby.

The third prince and the fourth prince blatantly rebelled, intending to usurp the throne, so let him go to Beijing immediately and lead his troops to serve the king!