Don't Ask Where People Go After Time Travel

Chapter 1539 Flag Sacrifice

Fang Zilan curled her lips, which made people feel uneasy, "If I can protect the Mo family, I can also destroy it."

As she spoke, she took a step forward and approached Mo Yang, "Wars always require someone to sacrifice the flag. If this can be used as a guide, the blood of the Mo family will not be shed in vain."

The pressure at close range made Mo Yang take two steps back unconsciously, "So you're not just here to see Mo Han, you..."

"Yes." Fang Zilan admitted confidently, "If I hadn't met you here, I would have made one more trip."

Mo Yang's face was pale and pale, but Fang Zilan's face was expressionless, "I have done my best to inform the Mo family in advance."

"You don't need to inform me." Mo Yang snorted coldly, "A gentleman named Pei has been here."

"Pei Xiaoze?" Fang Zilan said coolly: "With his courage, even if he finds something, would he dare to make it public?"

Mo Yang opened his mouth and said with difficulty: "Pei Xiaoze, you don't take it seriously, but what about King Yucheng? If he finds out something..."

"If King Yucheng can't find out anything, it will be my dereliction of duty." Fang Zilan interrupted Mo Yang unceremoniously. He said in disbelief: "Did you recruit King Yucheng? Have you ever thought that he is a noble man?" Gui, how can you wallow in the mire in the southeast?"

"If King Yucheng can't do it." Fang Zilan raised his eyebrows and said casually: "I will stand up and end all this with my own hands."

"The Duke of Xian Yue is dead!" Mo Yang was furious, but he obviously lacked confidence, "Fang Zilan, who do you think you are?"

"Didn't you say that?" Fang Zilan raised the corners of her mouth to a just right angle, "I am Fang Zilan."

After she said that, she gently pushed Awan's hand away, took out a dagger, and pointed it directly at the wordless tombstone.

Mo Yang hurriedly grabbed Fang Zilan's wrist and frowned: "What are you going to do? Mo Han is dead, and he is also a guilty minister. This tombstone cannot be engraved with a name..."

"The body of a sinner?" Fang Zilan shook off Mo Yang's hand and staggered a step, "Is this how you see Mo Han?"

Mo Yang's expression was stagnant, and he watched helplessly as Fang Zilan carved one word after another on the tombstone, as if he had exhausted all his strength, and his whole left hand was shaking.

After carving the last stroke, Fang Zilan stood up unsteadily, bowed his head to the side of the monument, and whispered softly: "Mo Han, I'm not afraid anymore. When everything is over, I will go down to accompany you. Soon, I won't keep you waiting for too long. .”

Awan stood behind Fang Zilan and heard her words clearly. The outstretched hand stopped in mid-air tremblingly, but he did not dare to touch her.

Fang Zilan stood up straight, only to feel a blur in front of her eyes. The dagger in her hand turned over and faced her. Silver light flashed past, and everything she saw was bright red, but it was not her blood.

Murong Qing held Fang Zilan's dagger with one hand, "Be careful, don't hurt yourself."

Fang Zilan subconsciously pulled out the dagger, completely injuring Murong Qing's hand until it was dripping with blood, "You..."

Seeing this, Awan finally came to his senses and hurriedly looked at the injury on Murong Qing's hand, but he avoided it, "It's okay, it's a small injury. It's good that my sister is not hurt."

Fang Zilan pursed her lips and said nothing. She just put away the dagger, turned around and walked out of the cemetery. Awan and Murong Qing chased her away, leaving Mo Yang alone, standing in front of the tombstone, which was engraved with——

He had been here before, and he was very good. "Miss Honghe, now Zixiu has brought your brother Hongtai back." Wan Jun stood in front of Fang Zilan and Zhen Mier, and said in a dignified manner, "Please hand over Miss Awan."

"Miss Awan?" Hongtai held Honghe's shoulders, "Who is that?"

Hong He ignored Hong Tai's question, turned around and glanced at Wan Jun, and finally his eyes fell on Fang Zi Lan, "You are too gullible, she is dead."

"What did you say?" Fang Zilan rushed towards Hong He with the plum sword in her hand. Seeing this, Hong Tai protected Hong He and said, "My little beauty, my little He has a fickle temper. Put away the sword first and ask clearly..."

Fang Zilan had no intention of stopping, so Hong Tai could only reach out and grasp the plum sword that was close at hand, allowing his palm to be cut and bleeding, but he remained motionless as a mountain.

"Brother..." Hong He couldn't help crying. Hong Tai looked at her sideways and said, "Little girl, tell the truth."

"I won't tell you! I won't tell you, no matter how hard it is." Hong He shook her head heavily, "Brother, let them go, the farther the better, don't..."

"Don't you want to have anything to do with bandits like you?" Fang Zilan interrupted Hong He in a cold voice, "Miss Hong He, don't you think it's too late to push me away now?"

"As long as you can leave safely, it's not too late." Hong He wiped away her tears, her face showing a bit more determination. "The imperial court's troops are already on their way. Uncle Sun and the old members of the Wolf Army couldn't stop them, and we brothers and sisters may not be able to stop them either, but at least we can fight for a chance of survival for you."

Hong Tai was stunned, as if looking at a stranger, "Xiao He, what are you talking about?"

Hong He looked at Fang Zilan steadily and said slowly, "Or... this time, Princess Wuqing chose Li Shengxuan and wants to take credit for it by using us siblings?"

"Princess Wuqing?" Hongtai looked at Fang Zilan in disbelief, "Aren't you Zixiu?"

"Zixiu, Princess Wuqing, and the former Duke of Yue Fang Zilan, they are all her." Hong He took a deep breath, but her voice couldn't help but become hoarse, "Brother, we have been deceived by Ji Ningtian for too many years. There is no turning back."

Hongtai was shocked at first, then relieved, and finally calmed down, "Xiaohe, from the day we became bandits, there is no turning back."

"Tell me where Awan is, and I'll leave you a way out." Fang Zilan pulled the Plum Sword out of Hongtai's hand and sheathed it. "Otherwise, I'll die with you."

"My little beauty, you just don't want to live, why do you have to speak so affectionately?" There was a hint of smile in Hongtai's eyes, but he did not become less frivolous because he knew Fang Zilan's identity.

Fang Zilan was stunned for a moment, and then she heard Hongtai say: "But I just like the way the little beauty is so affectionate. Even if I die, it's worth it."

"Slippery tongue." Fang Zilan snorted coldly, looked at Hong He and said, "I'll ask you one last time, where is Awan?"

Hong He was silent for a long time before she said, "Miss Awan was taken away by the Ghost Gate people. I'm sorry, I..."

"He was able to snatch someone from Fei Lingshan. Is there still such a powerful person in Guimen now?" Fang Zilan interrupted Hong He as if talking to herself. She pursed her lips and said, "That person said that you knew her. He also said that if you can do as Ji Ningtian wishes and hand over the life of the person he wants, then the grudge between you and him will be written off."

"Do you have a grudge against me?" Fang Zilan said thoughtfully, "I know. If it was her, she would not hurt Awan."