Chapter 60

Watching Zhao Gao's disheveled and miserable appearance at this moment, Ying Mo laughed, but the smile was extremely sinister, and the laughter was as cold as frost: "I let you go..."

"then who can let go of..."

"the Annan Army who died in battle five years ago?!"

Swish!!!

In Ying Mo's eyes, a streak of sinister murderous intent bloomed instantly!

Clang!!!

The Blood Abyss Sword flashed a streak of cold light, instantly piercing through Zhao Gao's chest!

The second chapter is presented; I kneel and beg for support!!!

Chapter 29: Look at this face of mine, do you find it familiar?! (Begging for flower support!)

Chapter 29: Look at this face of mine, do you find it familiar?!

The blade of the Blood Abyss Sword,

pierced through Zhao Gao's chest,

transparent from front to back, and on the blade that pierced through to his back, drops of blood dripped down!

Zhao Gao's complexion was pale,

large amounts of blood surged out from the corners of his mouth,

his pupils contracted violently, and he lowered his head, looking at the Blood Abyss Sword piercing through his chest; in the depths of his eyes...

flashed a light of despair!

The excruciating pain,

the coldness from excessive blood loss,

were eroding his nerves at this moment,

making his spirit become muddled, chaotic, and dim...

At any moment,

he was about to

completely lose consciousness.

Raising his head with difficulty, Zhao Gao's eyes were filled with bloodshot veins!

He stared fixedly at Ying Mo, and a trace of unwillingness bloomed in the depths of his eyes!

"Why..."

"why must you kill me..."

"what connection do you have... with the Annan Army? Why must you... put me to death?!"

"I am not reconciled..."

Zhao Gao's voice was withered, hoarse, and trembling...

At the same time,

there was also a trace of unwillingness.

To end just like this...

he was extremely unwilling!

He didn't want to die yet;

he just wanted to know now,

who exactly this Ghost, who was determined to put him to death, was!

Ying Mo, on the wheelchair,

listening to these words from Zhao Gao,

had a cold smile flash in his sharp eyes!

"You are not reconciled?! What... what qualifications do you have to be not reconciled?"

Ying Mo slowly raised his hand and took off the mask on his face: "Look at this face of mine, are you... still reconciled?!"

"You—"

"How could it be..."

"This..."

"Impossible!!! Impossible..."

When Zhao Gao saw Ying Mo take off his mask and reveal his true face,

his pupils shook violently, his eyes widened in anger, and a look of deep horror flashed in the depths of his eyes; his whole body trembled violently!

At this moment,

Zhao Gao only felt the world spinning, because he saw a face

that he had never even dreamed of!

"Young Master Mo!!"

"You are... Young Master Mo?!"

"You..."

"are actually not dead yet?!"

"How is this possible?! You clearly died in that conspiracy five years ago..."

"I understand... everything is understood..."

"So, it is Young Master Mo who has returned for revenge..."

"He has returned from hell for revenge!!!"

Thunder exploded in Zhao Gao's mind, and a monstrous wave surged in his heart; a feeling of horror and fear surged out, shaking his scalp numb, and he roared in his heart!

At this very moment,

he finally understood

the reason for all of this...

"Do you think you still have the qualifications to be not reconciled?"

Watching Zhao Gao's complexion change, and the look of horror and fear in his eyes, Ying Mo revealed a cold and playful smile at the corners of his mouth: "You plotted to kill tens of thousands of Annan soldiers..."

"Now, you pay for them with your life..."

"What qualifications do you have to be not reconciled?!!!"

"Hmm!?"

Ying Mo's tone

suddenly became stiff and cold,

like a cold wind blowing in the twelfth lunar month, causing the surrounding temperature to drop suddenly, as if it could freeze the air!

Watching Zhao Gao's reaction at this moment,

and listening to his unwilling words,

Ying Mo couldn't help but have the images of the past on the battlefield surface in his mind,

the desperate and angry faces of the Annan soldiers...

They,

were the ones qualified to be angry,

qualified to be not reconciled!!!

This Zhao Gao before him...

did not have this qualification!!!!

"Pfft—"

These words from Ying Mo

were a great stimulus to Zhao Gao,

causing Zhao Gao to be unable to help but spit out a mouthful of blood instantly,

and his eyes instantly became gray; in the depths of his eyes, that trace of unwillingness...

remained strong and clear!!!