Repairing the Past

Chapter 69

"You shouldn't act rashly like that." Said Mo Yan with a small massage on his forehead.

"If the situation gets out of hand and you die there, that damn plant won't be able to make up for my guilt!"

Chu Yao petrified. He only listened to Mo Yan's words without flinching a bit.

Mo Yan turned his head and looked at the netra cinnamon Chu Yao which reflected her silhouette clearly.

"I don't care if the disease is cured or not, the important thing is that you're not in a dangerous situation. Do you understand now?"

"I understand.." Chu Yao replied firmly, "but if you don't care then I'm the one who will care!"

Chu Yao returned Mo Yan's gaze fearlessly. She was not daunted even though she faced at that time was the emperor Alorra and her husband.

Mo Yan lazily argued. He was very familiar with Chu Yao's temperament. Once the woman felt right, she would never be willing to budge despite whatever reason Mo Yan gave her.

The man breathed a tired breath. He released the tight hug that Chu Yao gave him and intended to leave the woman. He hoped that Chu Yao could introspect him, but instead of walking forward, Mo Yan actually fell on the couch.

Chu Yao had pulled the man with all her might. Letting Mo Yan sprawl out with a look of surprise on his face.

"Chu's.." Mo Yan's words instantly silenced Chu Yao with a soft sweep of her lips.

The young man stumbled. Dumb in confusion. However, he still let the woman colonize him. Mastering everything that is in him.

Chu Yao withdrew with a red tinge and swollen lips. He said, "have you forgiven me?"

"If you haven't forgiven me yet then I'll keep holding you like this."

"You want to be like this all the time..?"

"Yes!"

"Until when?"

"Until you forgive me!"

The woman with the slightly random hair locked onto Mo Yan's focus and left the man speechless. Chu Yao's timid stare actually awakened Mo Yan's pent-up desire.

Nimblely Mo Yan got up and turned things around. He was now above Chu Yao.

"A, what are you gonna do?" Chu Yao asked curiously.

Mo Yan swallowed the saliva. He leaned his body. Put pressure on the small figure lying embarrassed below him.

"Punish you.."

Mo Yan gave an intimate touch to Chu Yao. Silencing the woman's intention to reject her. Slowly but surely. That acceptance he felt.

Mo Yan did not care. It might even have forgotten Chu Yao's mistake and her sense of regret. He was swept away in the favors that the woman created.

And this time, the two men come together in a true marriage romance.

A few hours later..

Mo Yan pulled out a blanket and enveloped his sleeping wife. It stroked Chu Yao's long black mane with a ambiguous feeling.

He kissed his wife's forehead and looked at the pretty face for a while. Then put on his cold face. The young man grabbed his war gear which was not far from his bed.

In an instant, the armor was already attached along with the sword perched on his iron belt.

With light and careful steps, he exited the tent and gave instructions to the soldiers standing guard.

"Don't let any commotion disturb his sleep!"

The two soldiers called out ready. They do not ask or offer questions. The aura of killing Mo Yan was so powerful that it silenced the two people together.

Mo Yan continued his steps and found general Luo and some of his subordinates already standing at the gate of the barracks. They were already fully dressed with war attributes that were no less complicated than the ones Mo Yan was wearing.

The people saluted and prepared themselves to take orders.

"All is ready, your majesty!" General Luo said to Mo Yan.

Mo Yan circled a glance then nodded firmly. He jumped on his white horse and cried out loud.

"Let go now!"

***

Alorra's army had lined up neatly with an organized structure. Mo Yan, sitting upright on his white horse was accompanied by general Luo and several important people on each side.

Across his eyes was already lined Airland kalaveri with a proud figure in the front row.

Long Jin Mao's!

Mo Yan narrowed his eyes, focusing all of his five senses in one direction.

"Finally, we meet face to face! Although I've heard rumors about you, but I'm still quite surprised because you're really still very young." Long Jin Mao said with a grin.

Mo Yan did not pique. He was still staring intently at Long Jin Mao and Ye Zuan in turn.

Ye Zuan, the crown prince of Airland, did not budge. He was static on his gallant horse. Occasionally twist the eyeball and nod indistinctly.

"Although you are younger than me, but the experience and abilities I have are clearly far from you! Oh yeah, I heard you got married recently! I congratulate you! May your descendants be able to re-examine the greatness of my army in the history of your kingdom!"

"And even that if you had a baby.. Ahahahaha..."

Instead of being provoked, Mo Yan instead remained calm and forbade those subordinates from taking any rash actions.

"No need to be stuck. Let him finish his journey." Whisper Mo Yan at general Luo. The general withdrew and calmed down.

"I don't know if the Airland emperor had a penchant for gossiping like women!" Mo Yan quipped with his flat face.

"You!"

"It's a shame that your guess is so wrong. I'm sure I've managed to leave a trail of life on my wife! And I'm sure my children will be proud that his father could have defeated Airland and killed you so easily!"

The highlight of Mo Yan's eyes was no less sharp than Long Jin Mao's eyes that were full of emotion. The two leaders put up a position and in an instant roared forward without further ado.

The roar of shouts and the neighing of horses in the two armies clashed with each other and created a tense atmosphere.

The clinking of the clashing swords produced a dramatic melody that was in harmony with the gripping situation of the moment. The endless roars of pain and splashes of blood that gushed from one person to the next made the battlefield like a simulation of hell.

Mo Yan spurred on his horse and repelled Long Jin Mao's movements. The old emperor smirked and thrust his sword towards Mo Yan.

Nimble, Mo Yan dodged and retaliated with a kick towards the Airland emperor's horse. Long Jin Mao fell down, falling off his horse very uncomfortably. He felt that one of his ribs was broken.

Mo Yan did not remain silent, he got off his horse and returned to attack. The speed of the young man made the Airland emperor difficult. But Long Jin Mao still managed to survive. He even managed to push back Mo Yan with a twisting kick.

Mo Yan fell down with one leg kneeling to the ground. The man spat out blood and got back up with the horses. He was ready to attack again.

"Your stamina is strong as well young man! But still can't beat me!!!"

Long Jin Mao ran over and floated a sword towards Mo Yan. Emperor Alorra dodged but could not save his injured left arm.

Mo Yan relieved. Breath hunting. He frowned and reflexes felt his chest that hurt.

'This old disease is back again. Why do I have to be at a time like this?' mo Yan lamented inwardly.

Long Jin Mao again grinned. He seemed pleased with Mo Yan's unexpected change in look.

"You look in pain." The Airland Emperor exclaimed with a sneer, "what if I speed up that pain right now?!"

Mo Yan's reflexes were so good. He fended off Long Jin Mao's sabre and jumped behind the old man.

Despite the growing pain, Mo Yan managed to give a big tear to Long Jin Mao's back.

Both are in bad shape!

Both suffered injuries and pain, but the two men were increasingly eager to kill each other.

No matter what their physical condition was at the time. For Mo Yan and Long Jin Mao, the sooner his opponent died the greater their life expectancy.

The fight was extremely fierce, making the soldiers who were fighting each other take a distance involuntarily.

Long Jin Mao and Mo Yan again fell down by spewing fresh blood. Make their hearing blocked some time.

Mo Yan held on with the sword that was stuck to the ground. His body trembled and bowed without his control. He groaned unconsciously. Making Long Jin Mao feel a sense of fortune.

"It looks like the sky is indeed siding with me this time!" Long Jin Mao.

Without hesitation the old emperor threw his sword towards Mo Yan who was still in pain. And in an instant, that sharp object stuck right in Mo Yan's left chest.

The young man was stunned with a pale face. Slowly but surely, the dashing figure was hollowed out and fell to the ground with blood flowing down his chest.

"AHAHAHHAAAA... YOU DIE! EMPEROR ALORRA IS DEAD!" long Jin Mao's laughter was filled with satisfaction.

***

The Alorra barracks..

Chu Yao opened her eyes with great difficulty. He shook his head and gathered all his consciousness. His gaze swept around, but in the tent there was only himself.

The woman walked out and found two soldiers still standing in front of the emperor's tent.

"Where is your highness?" Chu Yao asked one of the soldiers. His premonition became erratic seeing the situation and conditions of the deserted barracks.

No movement of healthy soldiers passed by or the cry of the generals who encouraged their subordinates.

The soldier who was standing guard looked confused. He even scratched his neck which was not itchy at all.

"Say!" Chu Yao's orders with a little emphasis.

The soldier replied, Fu Bai's voice has been heard behind the tent beside Chu Yao's left.

"They've left. " Fu Bai replied as he yawned and wriggled. The man thrust his empty hand towards Chu Yao.

"Where?" Chu Yao asked as she took out the box containing the leaves of eternal light behind her clothes.

Fu Bai opened the box and closed it again, "where else would it have been if it had not been a direct war with Airland."

"It is likely that today's war is a decisive war so we will know who the victor is. I hope no one gets hurt. Well, even if it's just an empty hope." Fu Bai muttered in passing.

The man did not notice the change in the look on his adoptive sister's face. He continued to ramble at length to the point of not knowing that Chu Yao had already changed clothes. The woman wore the armor that was available in the tent and rode a horse with a sword in her hand.

"Hey! You can't go there! Your majesty forbid you!!" Shouted Fu Bai with all his might.

Chu Yao turned her head for a moment and replied with a shout, "i know! You just make that medicine! I will return to take Mo Yan with me! We will definitely win!"