As long as there is a nation, there will be darkness.
And the mystery table of a state will always be one of the dirtiest, bloodiest and least visible places in that country. It is the same whether it is Lao Guo or Chonghua.
Zhou He sat in a rose-circle chair padded with silver fox fur, tilted his long legs, supported his side, and looked at the sight in front of him.
The Dark Trial is very cruel, but also fast.
From the time he ordered it, it took only a few hours to test the incense, and the trials had been carried out for two rounds. Gu Mang was chained and hung by chains. Due to the technical requirements, Zhou He did not use any herbal medicine to calm him. Can feel it.
Gauze stretched across the mouth with a soft tongue, soaked with blood. Take a piece from the little monk next to him, holding Gu Man's face that has passed out, and put on a new one. Gu Mang didn't respond to this. His long neck dangled weakly, the face was paler than the ice, and even his lips had completely lost his blood.
Zhou He asked, "How is the spiritual flow."
"Very weak."
"What about my heart?"
"Extremely disordered."
"..." There are three rulers in the trial. Spirit flow, heart pulse, mental power. If it is not for the mentality of "killing the trial body," these are the three keys that must be watched all the time.
Zhou He frowned slightly, looking at Gu Mang's bleak face, his nails involuntarily tightened the armrest of the chair.
In addition to the trial of the King, he also has ... the man's charge needs to be completed ...
But according to this situation, Gu Meng may not be able to support it for too long. No one can continue to be tossed when both the flow and the heart are at the threshold.
He will collapse.
Zhou He frowned, biting his lower lip and closed his eyes secretly anxious. He squeezed the knuckles of the circle chair and slowly released them, exhaling a bit of annoyance, and almost gave up asking:
"How about mental strength?"
The monk responsible for supervising Gu Mang's state raised his fingertips, covered Gu Mang's forehead, which had been soaked with cold sweat, and opened his eyes with a stunned glance, almost unbelievably again.
"..."
Zhou He impatiently said, "What?"
"Back, back to the elders," said the disciple, turning his head and babbling, "Gu ... heh, the spirit of trials and trials is still very strong, and there is no sign of collapse!"
Zhou He's face changed!
how is this possible? He has taken over the stage for so long, let alone the second round of trials. Those who can still survive in the middle of the first round are rare, and they have to be particularly strong and wear-resistant. Kind of person. Ke Mang's physical condition was obviously not good, and the re-quenching of Guo Guo left him with all kinds of old injuries. Luomei Bieyuan destroyed him thin and weak for three years. Now his heart veins and spiritual flow are supported. To the limit.
How could he ...
Zhou Hexu suddenly got up, strode to Gu Mang and urged the spell to raise his hand to explore the cold forehead.
At the touch, it was even more shocking!
...
Gu Mang's will showed no signs of loosening at all. If he left the blood-dappled body aside and looked away, Zhou He couldn't believe that this was the mental power of a person who had been destroyed by a black demon to a coma. It seemed like a kind of firmness carved into the bones, too persistent and too powerful.
What is he insisting on?
"Elder, what to do next? The body of the trial body can no longer hold it, but judging from the mental strength, maybe it can still ..."
Zhou He interrupted the disciple's inquiry. He stared at Gu Mang's face, and his heart was suddenly disturbed.
Due to personal relationships, in addition to completing the trial of the black demon on the king, he also secretly accepted the request of a close friend-
He needs to be confused about Gu Mang's memory.
Although he did not know what Gu Mang's memory was worth disturbing, he was already a person with amnesia and his brain was not easy to use, but since "that person" opened his mouth, he would definitely buy the other person's face. Do it.
It was just that he thought it would be more convenient for Gu Man to collapse to the extreme after the trial was completed. But now it seems that things may not go as smoothly as he expected.
Zhou Hesi said for a moment: "You retreat first."
"Yes!"
Withdrawing left and right, Zhou He stepped forward, raised the falcon, and polished it inch by inch with his knuckles.
The bayonet approached, and the icy knife face stuck to Gu Mang's equally cold cheek. Shenwu could clearly perceive the strong soul contained in this man's body, and many bloodthirsty "Falcons" could not help shaking excitedly in Zhou He's palm.
Zhou He leaned down, his lips pressed against Gu Mang's ears, and whispered to the comatose man: "Gu Shuai, I have tried thousands of trials and pinched countless hard bones into a pool of muddy water-only You are an exception. To be honest, Zhou admires you very much. "
The falcon's light flashed and slowly became dazzling.
Zhou Hedao: "Unfortunately, I am entrusted to others, and I must mess with your mind."
"..."
"Sorry."
With a twist of his hand, the falcon turned into several transparent chains in his palm. The chains were only the thickness of willow branches, swinging like a snake between his fingers, hovering beside Gu Mang's head.
"Falcon." Zhou He whispered, "Danger!"
The last few words fell from the thin lips, and the falcon-like long-awaited hunter finally waited for his master's order. It issued a sharp howl, followed by those fine locks that flew out, and all entered Gu Mang's Skull!
"what--!!"
After a while, the blood flow is like a note ...
Gu Mang was awakened by the bursting pain. He tilted his head up, and there was a vague sobbing between the tightly gauzed tongue ... He was exhausted and couldn't make much noise, but his tears were mottled along the blood. The cheeks rolled down, a pair of blue eyes widened, and the pupils narrowed sharply. The whole man hanging in the air was struggling with the chains that bound him.
The thin chain transformed by the **** Wu wandered wildly in his cranial cavity, like an unscrupulous invader, howling to break all his memories.
Those that are hard to remember, those that are hard to find, those that are hard to own ...
Precious sober.
Gu Mang's blue eyes were wide open, and the pain of the brothers outside Guansai was erased in the pain of the earth-splitting sky.
The promises made by the king in the storm of the Golden Terrace were erased.
Lu Zhanxing's sad and heroic laughter was erased in the cold and cold room.
Deep in the memory, Mo Xi looked at his eyes tenderly, countless times of love and sincerity ... being erased ...
Every time the Falcon tore a piece of memory, Gu Mang tried to gather them together, and he resisted, shaking with despair. He has been washed away once, but now he has to walk again in Zhou He's hands.
He suddenly raised a strong unwillingness--
Why treat him like this ... why would you push him to this step? !! !!
For the better Kyushu, he gave his flesh and blood, brother, conscience, lovers, and Qingming.
nothing left.
He even forgot who he was, even thinking that he was truly treason and treason, that he really did whatever he could.
He even kneeled in pain before Mo Xi, kneeled in front of Murong Li, kneeled in front of the heroic tombstones of the Battle Spirit Mountain, and bowed one by one, thinking about how to come over again.
Later, when he saw pity, the misfortune of the time mirror caused him to restore those memories before the treason. Although these memories were so painful, at least--
At least he knows that he is an undercover agent, an undercover agent, and a pioneering sword that Chonghua pierced into the country's lungs.
He is not a traitor ...
Gu Man's tears rolled down in a series. He can have just a little bit, he just wants to remember what he is!
Why take it away.
His mouth was blocked and he couldn't say anything, but those blue eyes almost looked at Zhou He begging--this is the first time that Gu Meng has looked at him with such eyes.
It seemed like a young beast forced into a dead end, looking sadly at the hunter in front of him.
His conscious resistance in exchange for a more furious puncture of the falcon chain, Gu Mang uttered a piercing piercing, the meridians of his neck burst, and his nails fell deeply into the palm of his hand. He was gagged with gauze, but still wept with a mournful mourn: "Don't ..."
Please, don't ...
Don't take away my consciousness. Don't take away my memory.
I just had them for a while ...
I haven't had time to take a look at the North Front Army to see what the teenagers who used to be with me look like today. I have no time to walk around the streets of Chonghua to see if my state is better than before.
I haven't had time to go to the edge of the soul and go to the old locust tree where the big brother's head was buried to offer a pot of wine and burn a scent of incense.
I haven't had time to arrange my back of the silly princess ...
I don't want to forget.
I do not want! !! !! ——Every effort was made to resist, so that the magical weapon in Zhou He's hand made a buzzing trembling, and the falcon burst into despair and anger as if he could not kill his prey.
"Bang!"
Gu Mang's skull was locked in as many as possible, and turned back into a blood-dappled dagger shape.
Zhou He was taken aback. He actually stepped back, staring at the defeated Shenwu, and then stared up at Gu Mang, gradually becoming earth-colored.
how come...? Why is this person ...
He couldn't finish it, Gu Mang had bowed his body, blood was flowing from the injury on his forehead, but it was nothing, his brain and his brain were exhausted in a moment. He trembled, twitching continually, blood rushing out of the mouth, nose and mouth, and the gauze between his lips had been stained.
Just then, Zhou He heard a loud noise from outside Shura.
It seemed that the disciples on the stand outside were arguing with somebody, but Zhou He was a little dazed for a while, and couldn't react until Shimen opened suddenly--
Zhou He saw a man who was almost as embarrassed as Gu Mang was standing outside Shura. All the disciples were around him, blocking them, but did not dare to really do it, only clustered around him timidly.
Zhou He couldn't believe his eyes, he murmured: "He and Jun ..."
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