"Xi, Lord Xi He, what are you …?"
Mo Que's action of gnashing his teeth was vividly displayed on his fair face. He was handsome, but it was also frightening. He was tall and looked down at the crowd. His piercing gaze was about to land on Gu Mang, but for some reason, he quickly looked away.
"Lord Xi He …?"
The Murong Lian also looked over. "Oh, Lord Xi He, why are you suddenly angry?"
Mo Xi's face darkened. He saw that Gu Mang was surrounded and bullied, and his heart was filled with hatred. But this hatred was really inexplicable. If he couldn't help but shout "stop" just now, he probably wouldn't know how to explain it now. Fortunately, he suppressed himself and didn't say anything at that time. Only now could he endure for a moment. He gritted his teeth and slowly said,
"… In the hall, drinking and having fun, living in a drunken stupor."
"…"
"All of you are important members of the Military Department. But you only know how to use such despicable tricks. "His words were crushed." What a scandal! "
"Lord Xi He, what are you talking about?" The Murong Lian spoke in the silence.
He was originally lying on his side, but now he sat up and said, "Gu Mang is a traitor, and all of you are nobles. The nobles are just playing with a traitor, how is that not proper? How is that despicable?"
He took another sip of 'Life Is Like A Dream' and continued, "Lord Xi He himself is obsessed with cleanliness, so why would he care about his subordinates? What's more, this is Wangshu Manor. Gu Mang is my man, and all of you are my guests today. Even if you claim great merit, you should know that you have to look at the master before you hit the dog, right? "
These words were not only insulting Gu Mang, but also degrading the others to be his Murong Lian dogs.
However, this group of people was very drunk. Even if they were sober, the Murong Lian was the current ruler's cousin. Even if they had ten times the courage, they still wouldn't dare to say no to the Murong family's power.
But Mo Xi didn't fall for his trick. Mo Xi crossed his arms and said coldly,
"Murong Lian, the people in the Military Department are not loyal to you. They are loyal to the Chong Hua Monarch. I don't want to hear you comparing the military and political officials to your own dogs a second time. "
He looked straight into the Murong Lian's eyes. "Respect yourself."
"You —!"
Although Mo Xi's words were short, they carried a heavy weight. It was as if two swords were pointing at the Murong Lian's heart.
The first point was that the most powerful person in the Chong Hua army was surnamed Mo. He was a Murong Lian himself, but his rank was not as high as Mo Xi's. The Chong Hua's military law was like a mountain. Even if he was a noble, if he really angered Mo Xi, he could be dealt with directly.
The second point was that the Murong Lian's words and actions had crossed the line.
This was even worse. It was said that the Murong Lian's father had participated in the struggle for the throne. Fortunately, the previous king was magnanimous and didn't touch his brother's head. But this branch of the Murong family was still in danger because of this. They didn't even dare to touch the word "royal power".
The Murong Lian's expression changed. It took him a while to calm down.
"Good. Good. "The corners of his mouth twitched as he squeezed out a cold smile." Mo Xi, you've got guts. "
He stared into Mo Que's eyes, and after a while, he suddenly raised his palm. Several streaks of light shot out from his palm, and a blood-red whip appeared. With a whoosh, it lashed out in the air, stirring up a cloud of dust.
"It was a slip of the tongue just now." The Murong Lian held the whip and slowly walked around Mo Xi. His eyes flashed with jealousy and hatred. "Lord Xi He rules strictly. I've learned it today."
"Then …"
He paused, his eyes flashing with the light of the whip.
"Then I'll learn from you and teach these stupid slaves a lesson!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the blood-red whip suddenly slithered out like a snake and viciously whipped the slaves who were standing in the corner anxiously!
"Ah —!"
"My Lord, my Lord, please don't be angry — wu wu —"
When the cries for mercy entered his ears, Mo Xi's eyes flickered. Then, they became more and more serious.
Although he had a noble status, the Northern Frontier Army under him was a group of commoners who had been trained by Gu Mang with painstaking efforts. Those cultivators were poor and most of them were slaves.
Mo Xi had been friends with Gu Mang in his early years. Later, he had gone through life and death with this group of people. He knew very well that they didn't have it easy. This was also the reason why, despite being a noble, he never went to prostitute himself or bullied those with low status.
That year, after he was stabbed by Gu Mang, in order to prevent another traitor like Gu Mang from appearing in the world, the Emperor ordered the extermination of the 70,000 remaining troops of the Tortoise Army. From then on, the Chong Hua slaves were forbidden from practicing magic.
It was he who dragged his sickly body and knelt day and night in the snow in exchange for the Emperor not to implicate the army left behind by Gu Mang, not to exterminate Gu Mang's remaining troops, and not to deprive the Chong Hua slaves of their right to practice magic.
"The rest of the slaves in the army didn't commit any acts of treason. Why should the Emperor let 70,000 heads fall to the ground?"
The Emperor said angrily, "They didn't betray us now, but won't they betray us in the future?! They were all trained by Gu Mang! A group of traitors! Lord Xi He, have you forgotten the pain after the scar healed?! "
The scar hadn't healed yet. Blood seeped out of the gauze wrapped around his chest.
But he still remembered when Gu Mang was young, he had sat on a stack of wheat, crunching on an apple and smiling at him.
"Jiuzhou's twenty-eight countries, only the five countries led by the Chong Hua are willing to let us, who were born slaves, practice magic. It'll be good if there are more in the future. "
"Although none of the slaves can become an official in the Chong Hua, as long as the Emperor is willing to let us practice magic, there will always be a chance."
"I want to stand out, we all want to stand out."
"We only ask that the person on the throne is willing to take a look at us …"
Mo Xi closed his eyes and said, "I ask the Emperor to allow me to take over the 70,000 slaves."
The Emperor sneered, "Let you, a pure-blooded aristocrat, take over Gu Mang's group of ruffians? How will you take them? Can they obey you? Moreover, how can you guarantee that this tiger and wolf won't be like their old master and point their spears at the Chong Hua Hall?! "
Mo Xi looked straight into the Emperor's eyes and said, "I am willing to make a heavenly oath."
The Emperor was shocked, "… What did you say?!"
"I am willing to make a heavenly oath."
"…"
The heavenly oath was indelible. It was a heavy oath that could only be made once in one's life. It had to consume ten years of the person making the oath as a contract. If one went back on their word, a great calamity would descend from the heavens and the person making the oath would be reduced to ashes. And even if one abided by the promise for the rest of their life, the ten years of life would never come back.
It was precisely because of such harsh conditions that very few people in the world would swear a heavenly oath.
But Mo Xi did.
He made this oath. He used ten years of his life to swear that he would never let this group of slaves rebel. He swore that he would be loyal to the Emperor and to the Chong Hua for the rest of his life.
Just to prevent Gu Mang's rebellion from causing more innocent blood to be shed.
Just to allow the Chong Hua to keep the slaves' right to practice magic.
Almost no one knew about his sacrifice. People only knew that the Emperor had a sudden idea and handed over the Tortoise Army left behind by Gu Mang to a pure-blooded aristocrat to lead. When he first took over, the people of the Tortoise Army secretly called him "stepfather" behind his back. They scolded him for being harsh, for being cold, for being born in a high position and for not understanding the hardships of a humble family.
But none of them knew what this noble young master who "didn't understand the hardships of a humble family" had sacrificed in order to let them live, to let the people who came from the same background as Gu Mang not be branded with the mark of never being able to rise again.
Ten years of life, a lifetime of promise.
This "stepfather" whose heart had been stabbed, living in a crevice, wasn't human on either side.
In fact, he had already done everything that could be done.
It was just that no one knew.
But this matter, the Murong Lian knew. Because he had been by the Emperor's side at that time.
He had seen with his own eyes how Mo Xi had pleaded for the slaves. He had heard with his own ears how Mo Xi had made a heavy oath and kowtowed in the snow for a long time.
He knew that Mo Xi sympathized with these slaves.
Because Mo Xi had made him unhappy, he couldn't vent his anger on the Empire's Commander-in-Chief, so he had shamelessly whipped those powerless slaves until blood splattered everywhere and they wailed incessantly.
The Murong Lian laughed loudly. His pale and beautiful face was particularly distorted by disgust and drug addiction. As he laughed and whipped, he said meaningfully to Mo Xi, "Lowly slaves will always be lowly slaves. They are destined to be covered in dirty blood from the moment they were born. How can they rise again?"
"…"
Yue Chenqing was speechless at the side. "Life is like a dream. When I go back, I'll tell my brothers not to whip them. This is just a disagreement. How can the Lord Wangshu be so crazy?"
The Murong Lian was still angry after whipping those slaves. From the corner of his eye, he saw Gu Mang standing to the side.
As his former master, the Murong Lian had seen all the interactions between him and Mo Xi over the years. Although he didn't have any evidence, he felt that the relationship between Mo Xi and Gu Mang was very strange.
Thinking of this, the Murong Lian suddenly had a vicious idea. He immediately turned his spiritual whip and lashed it directly at the stunned Gu Mang!
Poor Gu Mang didn't have time to react before his waist was wrapped by the Murong Lian's whip. Caught off guard, he was easily brought in front of him.
The Murong Lian grabbed his chin and forced him to turn around to face Mo Xi. His long and narrow phoenix eyes were full of malice. "Come, come, come. Gu Mang, look at this person in front of you. Do you still recognize him?"
Gu Mang blinked his eyes, mixed with a bit of animalistic vigilance.
"It doesn't matter if you forgot. Let me tell you, although you didn't say it back then, I could see that — — although you called me master, in your heart, you wanted to betray the Murong Clan and become this Young Master Mo's dog."
Mo Xi's face darkened. "Murong Lian, what are you crazy about?!"
"How am I crazy? Today, I reunited with Lord Xi He after a long separation, and I didn't prepare any gifts. How about this, I'll test his intentions again. If he still wants to follow you, then I'll consider giving him what he likes, okay? "The Murong Lian hooked his arm around Gu Mang's shoulder and leaned against Gu Mang.
"I've even thought of how to test him. I'll tell you — — "
"Murong Lian!"
The Murong Lian was already intoxicated by 'Floating Like a Dream'. He put his finger on his lips and shook it. "Shh, don't be angry. Let me finish. Actually, it's very interesting. "
As he spoke, he lowered his head and said sweetly to Gu Mang, "Gu Mang, I'll give you two choices now. Listen carefully."
"To be honest, I've always been disgusted by your face, and I really want to scratch it. But if you can help me take this person off. " He pointed at Mo Xi and said drunkenly, "If you can help me take off this person's arm."
He moved closer to Gu Mang's ear and laughed in a low voice that everyone could hear. "I'll spare you."
As soon as he said this, the drunk people around them were shocked awake. They opened their sleepy eyes in shock and stared at the three of them.
"What did Lord Wangshu just say …"
"He wants Mo Xi's arm?"
Yue Chenqing slapped his forehead and muttered, "It's better if he didn't come." Then he shouted, "Lord Wangshu, Big Brother Murong!! You've been drinking too much of 'Floating Like a Dream'! Your brain isn't clear anymore! Where can I find medicine to wake you up? I'll go get it! "
The Murong Lian ignored them. He hung on to Gu Mang's body and grinned. "So, Gu Mang, are you coming or not?"
With that said, the Spirit Whip in his hand transformed into a dagger that glittered with cold light.
It hung next to Gu Mang's cheek.
"You can either take off his arm, or let me cut your face. Are you out of your mind? I'd like to see what choice you'll make. "
Mo Xi's heart trembled.
The Murong Lian wasn't drunk at all!
It was obvious that with Gu Mang's current ability, even if he took the dagger, he wouldn't be able to hurt Mo Xi at all. He wasn't a threat at all. The Murong Lian only wanted to test whether Gu Mang had really lost his memory. He also wanted to see how important Gu Mang was to him.
"I'll count to three."
The dagger was about to touch Gu Mang's face. Just an inch and blood would be drawn.
Gu Mang didn't say anything. He looked at the Murong Lian's dagger almost indifferently.
"One."
Mo Xi's blood couldn't help but flow faster.
He really wanted to stop the Murong Lian immediately. But on the other hand, he couldn't help but want to know what Gu Mang would do.
In fact, Mo Xi also had some doubts. He also thought that Gu Mang's brain damage might be an illusion.
If Gu Mang's brain was really damaged, he wouldn't hesitate because of his animal nature. If he was really like what Li Wei said, and subconsciously thought of himself as a wolf, then between self-defense and hurting others, a wolf would undoubtedly choose the latter.
So why didn't Gu Mang make any moves to attack?
The atmosphere became more and more tense.
The Murong Lian was laughing, the Yue Chenqing was shouting, and everyone was persuading each other. The room was filled with smoke, and everything seemed like a dream. Mo Xi quickly saw Gu Mang's face in the past. Calm, smiling, caring, and cold.
Lu Li swam over in a strange way, like the scales of a big fish shining. Every ray of light was Gu Mang's figure in the past.
It was like a dream floating:
"Long time no see, Junior Mo. Can I sit next to you? "
"Do you want to rot together with me?"
"I will really kill you …"
These memories rushed through his mind like a turbulent waterfall. Finally, they were pierced by the Murong Lian's voice and pulled back to reality.
All that was left was Gu Mang's calm and slightly frowning face.
"Two —"
Gu Mang still didn't move.
Why didn't he choose to save himself?! Wasn't he full of wolf nature and couldn't remember anything? What's more, he was so vicious to him in the past and stabbed him with a bayonet. He should have, should have …
"Three!"
"Stop!"
Mo Xi suddenly reacted. Lightning flashed in his hand and a curse suddenly broke out of his palm and swept towards the Murong Lian's raised dagger!
Too late …
The dagger stabbed towards Gu Mang's cheek and blood splattered everywhere!
Mo Xi suddenly opened his eyes wide.
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