Mo Xiuyao raised his eyebrows and chuckled, "What retribution is this king afraid of? What good reward has he received when he was loyal to the country in the past dynasties?"

"Aren't the princess and the prince afraid?" Long Yang said. As soon as this said, Mo Xiuyao's frowning breath suddenly condensed like frost. Mo Xiuyao suddenly raised his eyes and looked at Long Yang. The blood-tempered gaze made Long Yang tremble. He heard Mo Xiuyao say sternly: "Kill me!" Looking back at Long Yang, Mo Xiuyao said coldly: "You'd better pray for peace in Ali for the rest of his life, otherwise... I want the people of this world to bury her for her!"

Hearing Mo Xiuyao's order, the person who was executing the execution ground once again raised the knife in his hand...

"Stop!" A clear female voice came from behind. Everyone paused in their hands and saw a figure in white clothes falling in the middle of the execution ground. Ye Li turned around and frowned at the dark red blood stains under her feet. Then she looked at the people who were taken to the execution ground and sobbed and crying. She breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, it was still time...

"Ali, why are you here?" Mo Xiuyao was stunned, with a little warmth on his cold face. He stood up and looked at the white figure in the execution ground and asked softly. Ye Li raised her eyes and looked at the man with white clothes as white as snow on the platform above, with a faint warmth and gentleness on his handsome face. He didn't even think of the cold and ruthless voice like Shura just now.

Taking Feng Zhiyao to walk up the platform, Feng Zhiyao first realized the sword-like gaze of his prince. He touched his nose helplessly and stood aside. The princess happened to come back at this time, it was nothing to do with him.

"Ali, why are you here? Thank you for your hard work, why don't you go back to rest?" Mo Xiuyao asked in a deep voice when he looked at Ye Li's clear eyebrows that could not be concealed.

Ye Li gave him helplessly. Who was the reason why she couldn't go back to rest?

"What's wrong? Why did it suddenly..." Ye Li asked in a low voice. If she could, she didn't want to ask Mo Xiuyao in this place. But now it's not the time to choose a place for her. If she is hesitant, nearly 100,000 people may have the heads to the ground. In the past and present, Ye Li was still a soldier from the bottom of her bones. She was not afraid of war or death. However, killing prisoners and killing innocent civilians was obviously not within her moral bottom line. What's more, this was not a good reputation for Mo Xiuyao and the Mo family army. A few years ago, Mo Xiuyao killed thousands of soldiers in the northwest, which had already criticized many literati. If the people in the city were added, it would be really not a good thing for Mo Xiuyao.

Mo Xiuyao frowned slightly and said in a deep voice: "Ali doesn't have to worry about these things. Can you go back and rest first? I'll go back to accompany you after I finish these things. We can rest in Biancheng for two days."

"Xu Yao." Faced with Mo Xiu Yao's obvious desire to change the topic, Ye Li looked at him quietly with a smile of worry in his eyes, "Xu Yao, I'm a little tired. Can you accompany me to rest first? Let's discuss these things a little later." Ye Li said softly, with a little more fragility and fatigue in his voice.

Mo Xiuyao felt soft and looked down at the shadow beside Ye Li's eyes. Finally, he leaned over and picked up Ye Li and walked out. Ye Li leaned in Mo Xiuyao's arms and raised her head to wink Feng Zhiyao. Feng Zhiyao nodded slightly, indicating that she only felt relieved to lean on Mo Xiuyao after handing it over to her. She has been really tired these days.

Mo Xiuyao hugged Ye Li and passed by the execution ground, his eyes faintly swept across the Xiling soldiers who were kneeling in a sect. A hint of disdain and ridicule flashed through his cold eyes. Among these Xiling soldiers, there were many strong and unyielding people. They were already in a new life and death aspirations when they were defeated and captured. At this moment, they could not resist seeing Mo Xiuyao's mocking eyes. One of them spitted fiercely and sneered: "If you want to kill, kill me, twenty years later, I will be a hero again. I will definitely slaughter all the whole family of your Dingwang Mansion!"

Mo Xiuyao's eyes turned cold and he said calmly: "Since that's the case, I will fulfill your wishes. I will kill you!" After that, he ignored the personnel and took Ye Li away and walked out of the execution ground. The people who stayed behind looked at each other. The princess obviously meant not to let people kill, but the prince asked everyone to kill. It was a problem to kill or not to kill. It was natural that they should follow the prince's orders, but the prince had never rebelled against the princess in recent years. Besides, the soldiers of the Mo family army are the most elite soldiers, and everyone has the pride of being a soldier. Killing people on the battlefield is one thing, and they really can't do anything to massacre ordinary people without any resistance.

"General Feng, what should I do?" The general who was in charge came forward to ask for advice.

Feng Zhiyao touched his chin and pondered for a moment. He pointed to the group of people who were still kneeling on the execution ground with his chin and said, "Kill all those, let's leave the rest first." The prince said that he would kill them all, and insulted and cursed King Ding, and he could bear to die. But he felt sorry for the hundred people who were with him, so he could only think that they were in trouble. All those kneeling on the execution ground were killed, and the others... of course he had to wait for the orders of the prince and the princess. Feng Zhiyao thought silently.

The general who was in charge of the execution went to execute the order with satisfaction. Feng Zhiyao looked at Long Yang, who was ashamed next to him, and shook his head secretly. Long Yang also violated Mo Xiuyao's taboo and used the people of Da Chu as a flesh shield. If Mo Xiuyao retreated once, the Xiling generals behind him would follow him. More importantly, there were nearly a thousand kirins who entered the city first at that time. If Mo Xiuyao really ordered the retreat, Long Yang would free up his hands to come to Biancheng to the nearly a thousand kirins who entered the city first. But... the prince was too angry?

Ye Li woke up from her deep sleep and it was already dark outside. She sat up and rubbed her eyebrows and felt something was wrong. Although she was very tired, she was not as good as she fell asleep as soon as she was held in Mo Xiuyao's arms. Suddenly remembering what happened on the execution ground before, Ye Li raised her head and saw outside the gauze-like mountain screen. Mo Xiuyao was sitting under the lamp to pick up his pen and write. It seemed that he heard Ye Li's figure getting up. Mo Xiuyao put down his pen and stood up and walked into the inner room, smiling and said, "Awaken?"

Ye Li nodded and looked at Mo Xiuyao carefully. Under the pearl of the night pearl, his handsome face was gentle and comfortable.

Ye Li leaned into his arms, looked up at his somewhat tired face and whispered: "Why don't you rest for a while? You're not going to repair Biancheng for two days? It's time to deal with anything tomorrow." Mo Xiuyao put his chin on top of her head, rubbing her soft hair and smiling: "I can't sleep... I'll deal with everything I want to deal with, so I can accompany you tomorrow. Ali, thank you for your hard work these days."

Somehow, Ye Li suddenly remembered Zhu Ling's expression before her death. The bloody moon-white clothes were lying on the land stained with blood, with dull eyes... The smile on her face gradually faded, and Ye Li closed her eyes with a headache.

"What's wrong with Ali?" Mo Xiuyao asked softly.
Chapter completed!