Mo Xi was standing outside the door.
He looked as if he had just crawled out from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. His face was as white as paper and his clothes were mottled with blood. His gaze was frighteningly chaotic.
Other than Mo Xi, Jiang Yexue had also come. However, Jiang Yexue seemed to be in a difficult position. He sat in his wheelchair with a gloomy expression and looked at the two people inside and outside the stone door with grief and helplessness.
These two people were similarly covered in blood and wounds.
However, they were similarly stubborn and their hearts were unbreakable.
Mo Xi collapsed the moment he saw Gu Mang. It seemed as if he could not feel the pain in his body. It was as if he was suffering from multiple pains. He moved his feet and walked towards Gu Mang. However, only the first few steps could be said to be walking. Towards the end, it became running, staggering, and stumbling.
"Gu Mang …"
A weak murmur slipped from the corners of his pale lips and repeated it twice. His emotions were uncontrollable. "Gu Mang, Gu Mang!!"
Even though his spiritual nucleus was on the verge of collapse, he did not care and summoned Shuai Ran. With a whip, he broke the chains that bound Gu Mang. The body that was already soaked in blood fell limply to the ground.
Mo Xi opened his arms and hugged him.
"It's okay, it's okay … I'll take you away. I'll take you away now … It's okay, I'll …" The person in his arms was so cold that his fingertips were blue and purple from the cold. Dark red blood dripped from his forehead.
Mo Xi reached out with trembling hands to untie the gauze between Gu Mang's lips and tongue. His vision was blurred by tears. Tears flowed down and landed on Gu Mang's dirty little face.
Actually, his senior martial brother had never been a tall and strong person. He was born young and naive. There was always a kind of innate childishness in his eyes. It was those who clustered about him who were accustomed to his strength, his bravery, his vanguard, and his tenderness, that made him their beacon, and made him invincible.
But at this moment, as she hugged him, she realized that the person in her arms was so thin and small. Time had taken away the vitality of Senior Brother Gu and Gu Shuai, leaving Gu Mang with scars all over his body.
These scars, whether old or new, were all intertwined in Mo Xi's eyes. As a result, endless sorrow and pain welled up in his heart. He clearly realized — —
Gu Mang had been smashed into pieces countless times. The death of his fellow soldiers, the execution of his elder brother, the identity of a secret agent, the heavy refinement of the Liao Kingdom, and the death of his fellow soldiers who had served the enemy for five years.
Time and time again, he was pushed down from a high place by fate and smashed to pieces, but time and again he tried to piece himself back together as a human being.
He was really trying his best, trying his best to glue himself together. If it were anyone else, they might have already been crushed into powder and dust, or perhaps they would never be able to stand up again.
But Gu Mang gritted his teeth and persevered.
Because behind him were his brothers who would never return, and in front of him was the dawn he had always longed for.
"Gu Mang …"
The falcon had given Gu Mang too much of a shock. Even though Gu Mang had broken free from it in the end, the memory that he had painstakingly recovered was irreversible.
He turned his teary, clear blue eyes and looked at Mo Xi in a blur. Mo Xi was sure that for a moment, Gu Mang still wanted to pretend to be strong. Gu Mang even wanted to push him away, but his raised hand was caught by Mo Xi. Mo Xi caught the cold hand that had purple marks from the iron lock.
Gu Mang's eyelids were half opened weakly. He looked at Mo Xi, almost unfocused. After a while, he said, "Mo Xi …"
"It's me, I'm here, I'm here." Mo Xi choked. He grabbed Gu Mang's hand, his wet eyelashes trembling. He kissed his fingertips. "I'm here …"
Gu Mang looked at the person in front of him in a daze.
His consciousness was already very blurry.
All the memories in his mind were scattered and spinning, as if they would dissipate at any moment. Those snowy nights in the camp, those summer afternoons in the school, that night when he was young, his princess had promised their future over and over again.
Everything seemed to be covered with a layer of snow. The heavy snow drifted and pressed down in his mind, trying to cover up the traces of the past bit by bit.
Gu Mang knew that he might not be able to hold on for much longer. The pain of losing something and then regaining it, and then losing it again, pressed down on his internal organs. Perhaps it was because the person he loved the most in his life was by his side at this moment, but he wanted to forget her. Gu Mang suddenly felt a kind of unwillingness and weakness that he had never felt before in this severe pain.
He suddenly grasped Mo Xi's hand with force. He opened his eyes wide and gasped for breath. Looking at Mo Xi's face, he said in an extremely hoarse and weak voice.
"I …"
But what should he say?
I'm not a traitor?
I'm not a bad person?
It's not that I don't love you, it's not that I don't want to be with you, and it's not that I want to alienate you.
Can you believe me?
He couldn't say anything.
Even at this moment, he still couldn't say anything. He couldn't say anything!
The wind and rain of the Golden Terrace, separated by so many turbulent years, poured on his burning heart, extinguishing his only selfish flame. He seemed to hear Jun Shang's voice, which seemed to be pleading and majestic — holding hostage the dream that he had been pursuing all his life.
"I can promise you that I'll let you see the future where heroes are fair regardless of their origins."
Heroes are fair regardless of their origins.
Everyone is fair.
There would be no one like Lu Zhanxing who needed to be involved in the struggle between the old and the new forces, and die a wronged death.
There would be no one like him, who couldn't protect his brothers, who couldn't do what he wanted to do … who was suppressed all his life because of his lowly origins.
There would be no one who loved each other, who hid because of their bloodline, who didn't dare to give their hearts to each other …
"I need a person. He has to be loyal enough, brave enough, and smart enough. I need such a person to infiltrate the Liao Country, to pass on information for me, to become the poison that is poured into the belly of the Liao Country and the old nobles. "
"Gu Qing. Are you willing to be the right-hand man of the Chong Hua, and bear the burden? "
The thunder and lightning of the Golden Terrace seemed to shine in his heart again. He opened his eyes, extinguishing all the selfishness that came with being born as a human, and swallowing all the words back into his stomach.
Yes.
He was a spy.
From the day he agreed to Jun Shang's request, he had no way to turn back.
But …
It was as if God pitied him, as if God felt that there should be a sweetness in the bitterness of his life. Although he didn't say anything, he heard Mo Xi hold his hand tightly and whisper, "I believe you."
"…" His blue eyes turned slowly and blankly, looking at Mo Xi's sad face.
"I will always believe you … I will never leave you again."
Gu Mang knew that he should be surprised, should ask him why he suddenly said that, should ask him what he knew, and what he had experienced — but perhaps his mind was in a mess, the strongest feeling he had was a tide of grievance.
I believe you.
Five years of treason, three years of homecoming.
He suddenly realized that he had been waiting for these words for so many years. He had been longing for someone to say these words to him in his dreams, but no one had said it to him, and no one had given him these three words.
Until today.
These years of being a spy, after all, had been too hard.
Tears rolled down Gu Mang's eyes. He choked, as if he wanted to say something, but his throat was full of blood, and he couldn't make a sound. Only his lips moved, and he shrunk, trembled, and cried silently, ruining his battered face.
This was the first time that Mo Xi had seen Gu Mang cry so sadly and helplessly. Mo Xi raised his bloodstained hand and touched Gu Mang's face. He wanted to wipe away Gu Mang's tears, but clumsily, the more he touched, the dirtier his face became.
Mo Xi's tears kept flowing down, and his fingers trembled violently. He stroked Gu Mang's soft but cold cheeks, but he didn't wipe them away. He looked at Gu Mang. There were so many people around, and he didn't want to care about anything. He only lowered his wet eyelashes and looked at this person. After a while, he said hoarsely, "Shixiong, I'm sorry. I made you wait for too long."
"I'm here to take you home …"
He picked Gu Mang up and put his arm around his shoulder. It was only then that Zhou He woke up from his dream and called out to him.
"Lord Xi He!"
"…"
"Do you know that Gu Mang is the body that Jun Shang appointed to train him? He …"
Mo Xi didn't let him finish. He suddenly looked up, and his eyes were red.
"Jun Shang appointed him to do many things. Some things no one knows about. I just want to know if Jun Shang felt guilty when he gave you this task. "
"Are you crazy? Do you know what you're talking about? "Zhou He turned around and ordered sternly," Stop him! "
Mo Xi was really crazy. He didn't say anything else. He raised his empty hand, and there was a faint blue light in his palm. Jiang Yexue's face turned pale. "Mo Xi! Stop! "
How could he stop?
There was a gap of eight years between him and his senior brother.
If he stopped so easily, how could he catch up with Gu Mang, who carried a small burden and traveled alone eight years ago?
Mo Xi closed his eyes and shouted angrily, "Swallowing the Sky! Summon it! "
A strong gust of wind rose from the ground, and the Dark Blue Scepter suddenly appeared in Mo Xie's hand. Mo Xie felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if he was being twisted by a knife. Blood seeped out from the corner of his lips. His Spirit Core began to crack, and thin cracks appeared on it. Every strand of magic was causing irreversible damage to his body.
Mo Xi's eyes were illuminated by the sharp light of the scepter. He activated his spiritual energy, and the Swallowing the Sky opened up. It turned into a scepter that was more than ten feet tall, with a white handle and a golden head decorated with sun patterns. The embedded sapphire emitted a dazzling light.
There was a clanging sound!
In its complete state, the Swallowing the Sky's spiritual energy vibrated violently. With just a touch of the ground, it shook up waves of spiritual energy. A few of the weaker disciples were forced to kneel on the ground.
"Lord Xi He …" Zhou He's face was already very ugly. "Do you know … using a divine weapon in a private fight is a violation of military rules!"
"Join me." The blue-gold light of the scepter shone on Mo Xi's handsome but pale face, but unusually determined. "I'll wait."
Zhou He: "…"
Jiang Yexue: "… Mo Xi …"
The Swallowing the Sky was a terrifying divine weapon that could kill millions of people in one move. Although no one believed that Mo Xi would really use it to deal with the Chong Hua people, the complete Sun's Edge Scepter in his hands was already shocking enough. Not to mention the judicial table, even the Military Council, which was full of experts, would not dare to stop him.
Mo Xi glanced at the people who did not dare to step forward. He supported Gu Mang, who had already fainted, and led him out of this bloody hell. Two people covered in cuts and bruises leaned against each other.
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