When Mo Xi and the emperor arrived, a group of near cultivator guards were standing around the quiet room, but no one dared to get close to the room.
"Greetings!"
"Greetings Xihe Jun!"
The emperor's steps stopped, and he saw the fierce evil spirit rushing out of the house and into the sky. In the air, the demonic energy was twisted into vague claws, and then became an illusion of a wolf head with blue eyes.
"Where is the assassin?" the emperor snapped.
The guard at the front with a soft white face and arms said, "These subordinates are incompetent. The physical techniques of the assassin were excellent, and he has fled… This subordinate has sent people to pursue him."
Mo Xi then asked, "Where is Gu Mang?!"
These days, the captain of the guard hadn't heard the ambiguous rumors between Mo Xi and Gu Mang. He was forced to answer Mo Xi abruptly. He couldn't help sweating. Swallowing his saliva he said, "When we arrived, Gu Mang's demonic spirit had burst out. This subordinate tried to rush in several times, but..."
The emperor squinted over to see his embarrassed appearance and disordered bun. There were smoky burn marks on his cheek, as well as clean blood on his mouth.
When the accusation came to the mouth, it became a sigh.
He looked up at the room, which had been completely shrouded in the black spiritual energy. Under the dark and rainy dome, the treatment room was covered by the dancing snow wolf's shadow, as if in the next moment it would bare its fangs and tear people to pieces.
The captain of the guard was sad and explained, "Xihe Jun, the evil spirit in this room is too heavy for ordinary people to enter. Now we can only stay outside in formation. Once Gu Mang comes out of the house, then —"
Mo Xi didn't wait for him to finish, and didn't listen to him.
Before everyone could react, he broke into the quiet room alone against the strong evil spirit.
"Mo Xi!" the emperor was surprised.
"Xihe Jun -"
When the waves of fire came from Mo Xi, their cries stopped. The wave of spiritual energy stabbed him like a sharp knife, but he didn't feel that the flame was as inaccessible as the captain of the guard said because there was a boundless fire in his heart.
Or maybe it was because his brother Gu Mang in in there, so it was not painful to go to hell and enter the sea of fire.
In this world, nothing hurt to lose.
Mo Xi suddenly knocked open the door of the room. The yellow sandalwood door creaked. More crazy and blazing flames rushed out. He raised his hand to block the energy that almost made him unable to open his eyes, and then looked into the deep room.
Gu Mang was curled up on the bed of the treatment room. Beside him was a roll of jade slips which had been broken into pieces by his evil flame. He lowered his neck and buried his head deep. Mo Xi could only see the shadow of an animal crouching, but couldn't see his face.
"Gu Mang..."
He stepped quickly to his side, but before he touched his shoulder, he was suddenly repelled by a strong evil spirit. Then he saw that Gu Mang raised his head, and a black magic mark had now climbed on that pretty face. His eyes were bloodshot, and his blue eyes were full of light.
Gu Mang had begun to dissimilate.
Although there were still some clear marks between the eyebrows and eyes, the pain was clearly engraved on his face. Gu Mang seemed to be on the edge of waking up and dreaming, facing the person in front of him in chaos.
"You promised me..." Gu Mang suddenly opened his mouth hoarsely. He stared at Mo Xi's face, but it seemed that he was not talking to Mo Xi. His nose was wrinkled, and his eyes were shining with the light of madness, "What you promised me has not been done! Liar!"
He raised his hand and held Mo Xi's throat tightly.
"Cough..."
He saw that Gu Mang was totally in a frenzy. His blue eyes were turning left and right. He got up, strangled his neck and nearly forced Mo Xi to pass out.
"I don't ask you to give me a proper name. I've been planning to recite all the blood I've dyed from the people I killed these years! But what do you think I am?"
Mo Xi was choked almost to death by him. He held Gu Mang's arm and mumbled, "Gu Mang…"
But what was reflected in the eyes of Gu Mang at the moment was not his xiao shidi, but the emperor in the night rain of the golden platform eight years ago. The king who made Mo Xi swear the heavenly oath.
Gu Mang's head was slightly sideways. Grinding his teeth he said, "Army, brothers, reputation, memory… I have nothing. I have been dormant for eight years, and I have become a man and a ghost… And you? Promising me peace and tranquility under heaven, did you see to it for me? Promising me fairness, have you let me see it?"
"All that can be calculated will be calculated by you - can you let me go?! I have had enough of it! I don't want to hear any more of your wonderful tricks. I just feel sick!"
Gu Mang was not a sage who could have no resentment.
Those resentments in his chest, which had been imprisoned by reason, were able to become strong under are not willing to become so strong under the catalysis of the demonic spirit.
Gu Mang hit Mo Xi hard and held it against his face, but he couldn't recognize the person in front of him. He had been addicted to his own pain and madness, and his head was in a mess.
The demonic energy haunted his scarred body and was released more and more vividly and strongly. The devil mark also spread from his heart cavity to his arms and neck… Even under the eyelids.
"Gu Mang..." Mo Xi tried to release his spasmodic hand slightly without hurting him. "You can see clearly… It is... Cough, it's me!"
What was going on?
The assassin didn't kill him, but he obviously said something to Gu Mang that he shouldn't have said. He defeated Gu Mang's mental strength which made him collapse into the present situation.
... What he sad was... What?!
With a thud and a murmur, Gu Mang slammed him against the wall. The spiritual flame of the demon wolf that fluttered behind him was more bright and fierce, a pair of blue eyes still shining.
In those eyes, the animal's madness was stronger and stronger, while the human's reason was less and less. The only thing that could not be diffused was the great pain, which inflamed his eyes.
"Why I can't keep Lu Zhanxing... "
The questioning gradually became a murmur full of suffering and self reproach.
"Why… It will hurt Murong Lian… Be... Assassinated... "
The voice was more and more confused, more and more sad.
"Why..."
He lowered his head almost in despair, his shoulders shaking a little.
"Why… Would Mo Xi be forced to go that way… It's me who is controlling his life… It's me."
The cold voice of the man in black seemed to haunt his ears. The truth that appealed to him was like a knife gouging out the eardrum, penetrating into the throat, all the way down, stirring the heart, liver, spleen, and stomach to pieces. Big big tears flowed down his face full of magic marks, and the spiritual flame on his body blazed more and more because of the despair and pain.
His body, which had been infinitely hot in the wind and rain, seemed to be torn and engulfed like this.
The ego dissipated little by little, and the demonic mark had even spread to his fingertips.
Gu Mang choked, "It's me… Nothing can be done… Will you… I've made you all tired from being chess pieces on the board... "
Zhanxing.
Murong Lian.
Mo Xi...
Gu Mang cried out in a broken voice, "Why did you want him to make an oath of heaven's calamity...!"
Mo Xi suddenly started.
Then his eyes fell on the broken jade slips.
Suddenly he understood everything.
Gu Mang's wailing sound seemed to be torn out of a bloody throat. In the predicament, he wailed sadly, like a dying beast, "Why force him to make an oath of heaven's calamity Why did you want him to come here..."
"I just wanted him to have a better life… I always hoped that he could have a better life... "
"I hurt him..."
Self-willed.
Fanciful.
No road had been left for the other party, and no truth would be known to the other party.
In the end, I came to this situation.
Gu Mang, Gu Mang… You are too clever.
Blood came out from under the black lapel, and Mo Xi was held by Gu Mang who had lost his consciousness. He was too close. The burst of the demonic energy was like tens of thousands of sharp cones stabbing into his blood, cutting him to pieces.
But Mo Xi still endured the sharp pain. He held up his hands trembling a little against the pressure of the evil spirit. Little by little, finally, he held Gu Mang's face, which had lost consciousness.
The bloody gas surged up from his throat. He looked down at Gu Mang's eyes. It seemed that he wanted to say something. However, the pressure of the spiritual energy on him was so strong that he didn't say anything in the end. He just used his trembling fingertips to gently…
They covered the lotus seal on Gu Mang's neck.
-
"I'll be with you."
"In my absence, the sword array will guard you."
"As long as you need me, as long as you are willing to tell me, as long as you can believe me… Please call me, Shixiong. "
"I will come to you."
The promise of the past was like the wind blowing and snow scattering. It was burned by the strong spiritual flame and became looting ash.
Every inch of Gu Mang's body was covered with such dangerous magical energy. One inch away, the pain was deep. Mo Xi stroked the incantation mark on the side of his neck. His skin was close to Gu Mang's. He was burned from the skin and blood, but he was still stubborn.
At last, against the sharp pain, just as trust cuts through misunderstanding, forgiveness breaks through hatred, the pure soul passed through the demonic curse——
He hugged Gu Mang in his arms.
He felt that his body was trembling in a delicate way, and felt that the evil spirit had almost permeated his viscera in an instant.
But what about it?
He always kept his promise, just as he promised his brother Gu Mang before he went on a long journey when he was young. No matter how dangerous it was, he would come back to him.
He liked a person for life.
It was not about blood, it was not about identity, it was not about time.
He had never lied to Gu Mang, and this year, this moment, maybe Gu Mang could finally believe that his promise, from the day when he was young and unsophisticated, would last a lifetime.
"Yes, the oath of doom," Mo Xi said softly and hoarsely in his ear. "Look Shixiong, I'm so stupid, so can you stay and look at me again?"
"I used ten years time. Look at me again. Don't let me make a stupid choice again, you..."
He coughed, and bloody foam infiltrated his mouth to his lips.
Mo Xi closed his eyes, his palm on the back of Gu Mang's head. The devil that couldn't be avoided. He cherished it and embraced it.
"Will you?"
Gu Mang opened his eyes and looked at him in a trembling and chaotic way. His eyes were out of focus.
In a moment of silence, suddenly, the two lotus swords spread out in this moment. The swords interlaced, but because they didn't want to hurt each other, they scattered and made a colorful fluorescent wing which fell around them.
After the strong blue light, the black spirit suddenly died out.
Gu Mang's magic marks around his body converged under his skin, and tears ran down his face. The tears seemed to wash away the chaos and miasma in his eyes, leaving a clear blue lake.
Gu Mang's eyes gradually regained their radiance, and he murmured softly, "Mo... Mo Xi?"
Before Mo Xi could speak, Gu Mang cried. He was almost broken. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry…"
"I... I didn't want to hurt you, I didn't want to force you… I really, I really didn't know you… That's it… That's it... "
He didn't speak any more. He was choked up.
"That's ten years..."
There are several decades in a person's life.
Why are you so stubborn, so that for a time you sacrificed your life for someone you thought betrayed you?
Mo Xi hugged him, stroked his hair, kissed the top of his hair, and whispered, "Yes. That's ten years." He hugged him tightly and said silently, "So… You have to be good the whole time. Otherwise, I would be very angry. When I get angry…
Is it a shorter life?"
The long eyelashes were all wet.
"In order to spend more time with me, even for a few more days, Shixiong, you should be obedient."
Gu Mang was already crying.
"Don't demonize, don't blame yourself, don't leave me."
Mo Xi put out his hand and rubbed it to wipe away the tears on Gu Mang's face.
He was surrounded by bloodstains. He was obviously hurt so badly, but he still protected him. He put his chin against Gu Mang's forehead. His eyes were wet and red, but he still laughed and coaxed, "Slowly, slowly… Spend the rest of my life at home with me."
"How about it?"