Mo Xi stood outside the door.
He looked as if he had just emerged from the blood of the corpse mountains, his face was as white as paper, his blood was stained with dappled blood, and his eyes were terrible.
In addition to Mo Xi, Jiang Yexue also came with him, but Jiang Yexue seemed extremely embarrassed. He sat in a wheelchair with a bleak expression, and sadly looked at the two people inside and outside Shimen.
These two people, the same blood stains, the same scars.
But the same stubbornness is indestructible.
When Mo Xi saw Gu Mang, he collapsed. It seemed that he couldn't feel the pain in himself, and he seemed to endure the superimposed pain. He moved his steps and walked towards Gu Mang, but only the first few steps could be said to be walking. When he got behind, he became a rush, a cricket, and stumbled.
"Gu Mang ..."
The faint murmur slipped from the corner of the white lips, repeated twice, and the emotion was uncontrollable as he unloaded: "Gu Mang, Gu Mang!"
Even though the spirit core was on the verge of collapse, it was summoned out of nowhere, a whip lashed and bound Gu Mang's chain, and the body soaked with blood fell down softly.
Mo hugs him with open arms.
"It's okay, it's okay ... I'll take you away, I'll take you now ... It's okay, I'll ..." The man in his arms was so cold, his fingertips were blue and purple, and his forehead was black and red. blood.
Mo trembled and reached out his hand to unleash the gauze between Gu Mang's lips. His vision and vision were blurred by tears, and the tears fell down on Gu Mang's dirty, small face.
In fact, his elder brother was never a tall person. He was immature and naive, and always had a natural childishness in his eyebrows. It was the people around him who were used to his strength, his bravery, his daring spirit and meticulous tenderness, so he became their beacon, and they looked so invincible.
But holding him at this moment, he found that the person in his arms was so clever and small. The years took away the vitality of Brother Gu and Shuai Gu, leaving him with only a scar.
These scars, both new and old, are intertwined in Mo Xi's eyes, so endless sorrow and pain came to his heart, he realized so clearly--
Gu Mang has been shattered countless times, the death of Pao Ze, the elder brother's questioning, the identity of the spy, the re-quenching of the kingdom, and his brothers and sisters who were forced to kill for five years.
He was pushed down by fate from time to time and shattered, but he tried to piece himself back into a person again and again.
He was really trying his best to glue himself, and maybe someone else had already been crushed into dust and dust, or he could never stand up again.
But Gu Mang kept gritting his teeth.
Because behind him was a brother he could never return, and in front of him was the dawn he had been yearning for.
"Gu Mang ..."
Gu Fang's stimulation to the Falcon was too great. Even though Gu Meng finally broke it, his memory that he managed to recover was irreversibly damaged.
He turned his tearful, clear blue eyes, and looked vaguely at Mo Xi. Mo Shu determined that for a moment Gu Mang still wanted to pretend to be very strong. Gu Mang even wanted to push him away, but his raised hand was caught by Mo Que, and Mo Que caught the cold, ironed purple by the iron lock. Scared palm.
Gu Mang's eyelid was half open weakly, and he almost looked at him casually, and said halfway: "The ink is off ..."
"It's me, I'm here, I'm here." Mo Xi choked and swallowed Gu Man's hand, his wet eyelashes trembled, and kissed with his fingertips, "I'm ..."
Gu Mangong stared at the person in front of him.
His consciousness was already blurred.
All memories are fragmented in my mind, and it seems to disappear at any moment. Those snow-capped nights, those summer palace afternoons, and the weak crown that night were lingering, and his princess palace promised their future again and again.
Everything seemed to be covered with a layer of snow, another layer of snow, and the heavy snow drifted and overwhelmed in his skull, trying to cover the traces of the past little by little.
Gu Mang knew that he wouldn't be able to hold on any longer, and the pain of regaining and regaining was lost in his internal organs. Perhaps it was because the person he loved the most was by his side at this moment, and he wanted to forget him. Gu Mang suddenly gave birth to an unwillingness and weakness in this severe pain.
He suddenly gripped Mo Xi's hand back hard, he opened his eyes wide, gasped hurriedly, looking at Mo Xi's face, extremely husky and weak:
"I..."
But what should he say?
I am not a traitor?
I am not a bad guy?
I don't love you, I don't want to be with you, I don't mean to alienate you.
Can you believe me
He couldn't say anything.
Even at this time, he still couldn't say anything, couldn't say anything!
The storm of the Golden Terraces poured into his hot heart after so many years of turbulent years, and extinguished his only selfish tinder. He seemed to hear the voice of the king, as if he begged and so dignified-holding him poor The dream that Koji has been pursuing all his life.
"Gu Gu can promise you that Gu Gu will let you see a fair future for that hero regardless of his origin."
No matter the origin of the hero.
Fairness for everyone.
No one will ever need to get involved in the struggle between the old and new forces like Lu Zhanxing and die injustice.
No one will ever need to take care of his brother and do what he can't do like him ... all his life will be suppressed because of his humble origins.
There will never be a person who loves again, hiding because of their descent, and dare not give the heart to the other person ...
"Gu needs a person, he must be loyal, brave enough, and he must be smart enough. Gu needs such a person to break into Lao, pass information to Guo, and become a poison that is poured into the belly of Lao and seniors.
"Gu Qing. Would you be willing to bear the weight for Chonghua's stock?"
The thunderbolt of the Golden Terrace seemed to shine on him again. With his eyes open, he wiped out all the selfishness that was born, and swallowed all the words.
Yes.
He is a spy.
From the day he promised the monarch's request, he would have no way back to look back.
but...
It's like God has mercy on him, it's like God feels that there must be a sweetness in the pain of his life. Although he didn't say anything, he heard Mo Xi holding his hand tightly and whispered, "I believe in you."
"..." Blue eyes turned blankly but dullly, staring at Mo Xi's sad face warily.
"I will always believe you ... I will never leave you again."
Gu Mang knew that he should be surprised, and asked him why he said so suddenly, and what he knew and what happened--but perhaps his consciousness had been confused, and his strongest feeling was like a surge. Wronged.
I believe you.
Five years of treason and three years of returning home.
Suddenly he realized that he had been waiting for this sentence for so many years. In his sleep, he longed for such a word that someone told him, but no one had told him, and no one had given alms to him.
until today.
After all these years as a spy's career, after all, it was too bitter and too bitter.
The tears in Gu Mang's eyes rolled down suddenly, he choked and seemed to want to say something, but there was blood in his throat, and he couldn't make a sound, only his lips moved, and he shrank, choked, Crying silently took a wobbly face.
This is the first time since Mo Xi met him that he saw Gu Man crying so sadly and helplessly. Mo Xi raised his blood stained hand and stroked his face. He wanted to wipe away tears for Gu Mang, but he got awkwardly dirty.
Mo Xi's tears kept flowing down, his fingers were shaking so badly, he rubbed Gu Mang's soft but cold cheeks, and he stopped rubbing. He stared at Gu Mang. With so many people around, he didn't want to care about anything and he didn't want to care about anything. He just drew his long wet eyelashes and only looked at this one. Before long, he said dumbly, "Brother, I'm sorry, I made you wait too long."
"I'm here to take you home ..."
He hugged Gu Mang, and wrapped his arms around his shoulders--at this time Zhou He shouted at him like a dream--
"He and Jun!"
"..."
"Do you know that Gu Mang is a trial body that was chosen by the King, he ..."
Mo Xi didn't let him finish his speech. He lifted up his eyes, his eyes were red.
"The King has chosen many things for him. Some of them are unknown. I just want to know if he was ashamed when he gave you this task."
"Are you crazy? Do you know what you're talking about!" Zhou He turned around and ordered, "Stop him!"
Mo Xi is really crazy. He didn't say anything, raised the empty hand, and reflected the blue light in his palm. Jiang Yexue looked pale: "The ink is off! Stop!"
How could he stop?
Between him and his brother, eight years passed.
If he stopped easily, how could he catch up with Gu Man, who was carrying a small bag eight years ago and travelling alone.
Mo closed her eyes and sighed angrily, "Swallow the sky! Call!"
A violent wind came up, and the blue scepter appeared in the palm of the hand. Mo Xi felt a sharp pain in his heart like a crack and a knife. There was blood coming out of the corner of his lips—his nucleus began to crack. Every trace of every operation is causing irreversible damage to his body.
Mo Xuan's eyes were illuminated by the scepter's sharp edge. He urged his spiritual power, swallowed the sky, and turned it into a ten-foot-long scepter. The white-handed gold head was decorated with the sun pattern, and the embedded sapphire gave a dazzling glory. Light.
There was a loud beep!
In the complete state, the swallowing spirit flow powerfully trembled, and only a little bit, it stirred up the flow of spirit flow, and several weak disciples were directly pressed to the knees on the ground.
"Xun Hejun ..." Zhou He's face was already very ugly, "Do you know ... Chance to fight privately and release Shenwu, you have violated the military ring!"
"Come with me." The blue and gold of the scepter shone on Mo Xiqingjun's pale, but decisive face, "I'm waiting."
Zhou He: "..."
Jiang Yexue: "... the ink is off ..."
Swallowing the sky is a terrible martial art that can kill millions of people in one move. Although no one believes that Mo Mo will really use it to deal with the people of Zhonghua, but the full sun scepter is held in his hand. It's shocking enough. Not to mention it is a warlock desk, no one would dare stop him even if it is a master aircraft agency.
Mo Xi glanced at Nuo Nuo's dare not to step forward, holding Gu Man, who was already in a coma, tightly. He took him, two scaly and wounded people snuggled up and slowly walked out of this blood-stained hell.