Next, Lu Zhanxing's corpse was exposed for three days.
During these three days, everything in the mirror continued to fade, and people's voices were blurred as if they were separated by a vast ocean. Mo Xi didn't need the invisibility cloak to go anywhere freely, but time was running out. He couldn't talk to anyone from eight years ago, and he couldn't find out more about the truth.
He fell into a passive state of waiting.
During these three days, Gu Mang didn't go anywhere, and no one came to visit him. Lu Zhanxing was Gu Mang's closest friend in the past, and also the deputy commander of the Tortoise Army. Many people thought that Lu Zhanxing wouldn't die in the end, and that he would be pardoned by the Emperor at the last moment.
But the Emperor didn't care about Gu Mang's feelings and face, and Lu Zhanxing was still beheaded.
As a result, almost everyone caught the scent of this news —
Gu Mang really lost power, and it was impossible for him to make a comeback.
The Gu Army was finished.
No one would accompany a lackey of the past. In front of the General's house, there were few saddles and horses now.
Only Mo Xi, who came from eight years later, accompanied him, but Gu Mang couldn't see him. He stayed at home, lying on the bed in a daze. He didn't eat if he could, and didn't move if he could. Time seemed to have stopped. But Mo Xi knew that time was still passing mercilessly. Mo Xi sometimes looked at his hands, his fingers were stretched out, and they had become transparent. It seemed that he would leave the mirror world in these few hours.
He didn't even know if he could hold on until tonight.
"Marshal Gu."
There was a knock on the door, and someone shouted outside. Gu Mang opened his eyes in a daze for a while, and then staggered up. He was a little dizzy because he had been hungry for too long, and he almost fell down when he got up. Mo Xi instinctively went to help him, but he couldn't. Gu Mang still fell to the ground awkwardly, and then quickly got up. The door opened, and standing outside was a messenger from the palace.
"The Emperor has an order for you to go to the Throne Room."
Gu Mang looked very tired. "What's the matter?"
"This …" The messenger said, "I'm not sure either. Marshal Gu will go."
Mo Xi understood that Jun Shang was going to give Gu Mang the last mission. He couldn't help but pray that he could stay in the Time Mirror for a while longer so that he wouldn't be able to escape at this time. He really wanted to see what Gu Mang's final mission was before his betrayal.
After sending off the official, Gu Mang came to the dim yellow bronze mirror. He changed into clean coarse clothes and washed his face with water. Beads of water flowed down his cheeks, washing away the tiredness on his face, but it couldn't wash away the blood in his eyes.
In order to make himself look more energetic, Gu Mang raised his hand to tie his hair into a high ponytail. Then, he habitually wanted to buckle the crown that represented his military rank, but his fingers touched nothing on the table.
He was no longer a general.
"…"
Gu Mang was silent for a while. He fumbled around and found a silk ribbon to tie his hair into a bun. The silk ribbon was white, and it was unknown who he was secretly wearing it for.
He entered the palace.
When the imperial guards saw him, the red pheasants on their hoods rustled. They wanted to salute him, but they quickly realized that they shouldn't do so, so they straightened their heads.
Deep in the Forbidden Palace, the Imperial Army could not openly size him up, but their gazes were all secretly watching him appear from the end of the long corridor and disappear into the depths of Royal City.
These years, Gu Mang had walked through this corridor countless times. His rank was getting higher and higher, and he had more and more fans.
And now, he had become a commoner again, wearing a green robe and cloth shoes. He was all alone. He had spilled half his life's blood and used up all his sincerity. In the end, after going around in circles, it wasn't much different from when he first entered the palace as a slave.
Stepping into the hall, he saw the majesty of the throne on the high steps. Because it wasn't the time for a court meeting, there were three layers of white soft curtains in front of the throne, covering everything behind.
The emperor's appearance shouldn't be lightly peeked at.
Gu Mang paused. He didn't raise his eyes. His eyelashes were lowered, and his eyes were focused on his nose. He knelt down and kowtowed, "Commoner Gu Mang. Greetings, Junshang. "
The throne room was completely silent. There was no response at all.
Gu Mang waited quietly for a while, then stood up and kowtowed again, "Commoner Gu Mang greets Junshang."
This time, there was finally a response, but it didn't come from the throne room. Instead, it came from behind Gu Mang. It floated in like a thin layer of smoke.
"Surnamed Gu, you also know that you are a commoner now. Why would Junshang be willing to see you?"
Mo Xi and Gu Mang turned around at the same time, only to see the Murong Lian standing at the door with his wide sleeves rolled up in disgust.
Eight years ago, the Murong Lian hadn't started to take 'Floating Life Like A Dream', so his mental state was much better than it was later, and he didn't look so tired and weak. He was wearing a blue aristocratic robe with golden edges. Although his expression and appearance were a little foppish, his shoulders and back were straight, and his pair of long legs were also straight. He was not like later on, when he looked like he was about to fall down wherever he went.
Gu Mang straightened up and asked, "Why are you here?"
"What about me?" The Murong Lian sneered, "Marshal Gu, you're so forgetful. You've served me for so many years, massaging my shoulders, massaging my legs, and flattering me in every way possible. What, after being a general for a few years, have you forgotten your roots? "
"…"
"Moreover, you are now a commoner and I am a prince. It's your honor that I'm here to deliver a message to you on behalf of Junshang. "
The Murong Lian raised his sharp chin, and a mocking expression appeared on his fair face.
"Kneel to receive the edict?"
Gu Mang was silent for a while, and finally lowered his eyes. He knelt on the ground, and his light green robe fell to the ground. Mo Xi was used to seeing Marshal Gu in armor, but it turned out that after taking off his armor, his bones were thin, and his neck was exposed from the wide collar. He was so tired that it seemed like it would break with a gentle pinch.
The Murong Lian spread out his luxurious golden robe sleeves, took out Junshang's edict, and slowly read, "Huang Xi's heavenly mirror, Chong Hua's imperial edict, the battle of Phoenix Cry, where corpses were floating for thousands of miles, traced back to the source, it was all because of Marshal Gu Mang's bad judgment and Deputy Marshal Lu Zhanxing's misconduct in front of the Star Formation, killing the special envoy from Rouli, trapping thousands of troops in the cauldron, and harming the diplomatic relations of Chong Hua. Today, the guilty official, Lu Zhanxing, has been beheaded in public, and ordered the late marshal, Gu Mang, to take his head and personally go to Rouli to apologize. Imperial edict. "
After this edict was read, not only Gu Mang, but even Mo Xi was stunned.
Junshang's intention was for Gu Mang to personally take Lu Zhanxing's head and go to Rouli to apologize for Lu Zhanxing's killing of the special envoy from Rouli!
The voice in the Time Mirror was getting softer and softer, and at this time, Mo Xi felt his ears buzzing.
He actually wanted Gu Mang to personally offer Lu Zhanxing's head to the neighboring country …
Junshang did not care about Gu Mang's feelings, and did not care whether Gu Mang would break down or betray him! He was indeed testing Gu Mang's bottom line.
He was even willing to force this person away as the price.
The Murong Lian narrowed his three white peach blossom eyes, "What? Marshal Gu, are you not going to accept the edict? "
Mo Xi shook his head.
No.
Don't accept it … don't accept it …
But looking at Gu Mang's eyes, this person seemed to have already seen through Junshang's disgust. After the initial shock, Gu Mang's expression became cold, calm, and even somewhat undisguised disgust.
Don't accept it …
"Commoner Gu Mang." A muffled voice fell from Gu Mang's lips, "… accept the edict."
He raised his slightly trembling fingers and took the edict from the Murong Lian's hands.
Falling from the cliff, everything was set in stone.
As a result, in the late autumn of this year, many people had a new fate — the only slave army in Chonghua was not guaranteed. Lu Zhanxing was beheaded in the East Market, and his head was hung in the downtown area for three days. In order to humiliate Gu Mang, who had once contradicted him in court, Junshang actually ordered Gu Mang to personally deliver Lu Zhanxing's head to Rouli three days later to thank him for killing the special envoy.
Gu Mang carried his brother's head on his back and set out on his journey.
The sunset and dusk were the thickest colors, but in Mo Xi's eyes, it was almost transparent. The power of the Time Mirror became weaker and weaker, and the world in the mirror began to be entangled with the outside world. Mo Xi could even occasionally hear chanting outside the Time Mirror.
It was Jiang Yexue's voice, chanting to break the curse.
"Crossing the sea of bitterness, yesterday has no pursuit …"
"Golden Millet is like a dream, why don't you return …"
In a trance, Jiang Yexue's voice disappeared, and only the various sounds in the mirror world remained.
Gu Mang, who was on a long journey, tightened the cloth bag on his back, and came to the entrance of Chong Hua's East Market. He walked in front of a steamed biscuit stall.
"Lady boss, give me five steamed biscuits."
The person selling the steamed biscuits was a beautiful woman. In the past, when Gu Mang came to her stall, she would shout and laugh, and her voice was loud. She wanted the whole world to know that Gu Mang had eaten the steamed biscuits baked by her family. But today, when she looked up from the stove with a smile, her smile froze.
Gu Mang thought he didn't make it clear, so he said again, "Five steamed biscuits, the same old flavor."
The woman suddenly became a little dazed. On one hand, she was anxious to cut ties with this man who had lost his power. Even if it was just a business relationship, it seemed to be difficult for her. On the other hand, she was really embarrassed, and her conscience was worried about her snobbishness.
Just like that, she froze for a while, and then her husband came over.
"We're not selling, we're not selling, we're closing!"
Gu Mang was stunned, and his eyes widened slightly, "But the evening market has just begun …"
The man said unreasonably, "We're not selling!"
Gu Mang understood. He glanced at the woman, and that woman's face was completely red. Her conscience seemed to have been completely shattered at this moment, and the broken blood rushed to her face, dying her face red.
He remembered the first time he came to her stall to buy biscuits. She hadn't married yet, and was still a young girl. When she saw him coming, she was so excited that she stuttered.
At that time, she was the same as now, and her cheeks were blushing.
Unfortunately, as time passed, the girl became a woman, and the reason for her blushing face was completely different from back then.
Gu Mang sighed and said, "Then forget it. I originally wanted to buy some to eat on the road. Your steamed biscuits are very similar to the ones I ate in the north. They're all very good. Thank you for doing business for so many years. "
He turned and left after he finished speaking. The woman was so ashamed that she wanted to die. She couldn't help but look at his back and shout, "Gu Mang — —!"
Her man turned pale with fright, and immediately covered her mouth, "What are you shouting about? Do you want to die? "
The woman trembled, and after this shout, she completely lost her upright courage. She lowered her head and didn't dare to make a sound. After Gu Mang's footsteps paused for a moment, he disappeared into the bustling crowd. When she raised her head again with tears in her eyes, she couldn't see him anymore.
…
Mo Xi accompanied Gu Mang, walking with him from stall to stall, and watching.
Gu Mang seemed to have wanted to bring some food from his homeland on the road, and even stopped for a moment in front of a stall selling Chong Hua paper cuts. However, he was too eye-catching, and the longer he stayed in the East Market, the more people stared at him.
The stall owners would usually enthusiastically solicit customers, but when he walked past, they all lowered their heads and didn't say a word, as if they wished that they could disappear from this world together with their stall.
Gu Mang was a tactful person, and he didn't blame them.
These small businessmen guarded a small area to make a living, and whoever paid attention to him would have a hard time in the future. He was someone who had lived at the bottom of society, and he knew how painful it was to be looked down upon and not have enough to eat. Therefore, when he looked at these hawkers who avoided him, there wasn't any resentment in his eyes.
However, he didn't know that it would be so difficult to buy one or two things from his homeland before he left.
In the end, Gu Mang still left the bustling East Market empty-handed. As he walked, he sighed. "Zhanxing, I'm sorry. I won't be able to buy your favorite Pear Blossom White for a while. I can't drink it for you. "
Naturally, the head in the backpack wouldn't answer.
Gu Mang tightened his backpack again and continued to walk forward.
Soon, he passed the guards and went out of the city gate. He walked on an ancient bridge carved out of white jade. This bridge was called the Chong Hua Bridge, and it crossed a wide moat. One end was the road he came from, and the other end was connected to a winding road in the suburbs with luxuriant grass and pavilions.
At the end of the bridge, there was an old man who was over seventy years old. His legs were rotten and attracted mosquitoes and flies. Gu Mang knew this person. He had been leaning here for many years, begging for food from the people who entered and left the city every day.
The old beggar was old, and he never moved. The city guards had chased him away countless times, but he always rolled his muddy old eyes, supported himself on the ground with his hands, and crawled away while cursing. However, after a day or two, he would crawl back like a gangrene attached to the bone, and still stay here to beg.
Gu Mang once asked others why this old man insisted on staying at the city gate, by the Chong Hua Bridge.
At that time, an old cultivator told him that this old man had been on the battlefield before, and his whole army was wiped out. The old man was greedy for life and afraid of death, so he ran back before the battle and saved his life. The old man's conscience couldn't get over it. Not long after, he couldn't take it anymore and went to confess to the Old Lord and asked for forgiveness. However, at that time, the Old Lord was benevolent and didn't want to kill people. He only stripped him of his military rank, destroyed his spiritual nucleus, and made him a commoner.
He tried to drown his sorrows in wine, and tried to believe in virtue and escape, but in the end, he couldn't untie the knot in his heart.
After that, the days passed, and his mind collapsed.
The young cultivator became an old cultivator, and the old cultivator became crazy. Every day, he could recall the moment when he abandoned his comrades and ran away. He was completely driven mad. In his madness, he chopped off his own legs. He thought that this could change the past, that this way, he wouldn't turn around and run away.
But it was useless.
The old man became crazier and crazier.
He was almost eighty years old. For so many years, he guarded by the Chong Hua Bridge day and night. He guarded the road that the army had to pass through to return to the army. His pair of old, turbid eyes were always looking at the distant horizon.
No one knew what he was waiting for.
Until that day, Gu Mang returned triumphantly as the commander-in-chief for the first time. His bright red cloak was wrapped in shining armor, and he rode a snow-winged horse with golden wings. He led the vast army through the billowing dust.
The dirty old man by the Chong Hua Bridge was suddenly more energetic than any time Gu Mang had seen him before. He dragged his broken limbs and struggled to straighten up. He waved at them with great effort, and shouted with tears in his eyes, "You're back! You're finally back! "
The attendant asked curiously, "Who is this old man talking about?"
Gu Mang looked left and right. He only saw himself and his travel-worn comrades behind him.
Gu Mang pondered for a while. Suddenly, his heart moved. He suddenly understood what the old man had been waiting for all this time.
He was waiting. He was waiting for the brothers that he had abandoned to be able to step through the decades and return to the city in high spirits.
The old man had been waiting all this time.
So Gu Mang got off his horse and walked in front of him. The old man looked up at him. The sunlight pierced the old man's dim eyes. The old man cried. As he cried, he kowtowed to Gu Mang. At the same time, he tried to move over to hug him.
Lu Zhanxing clicked his tongue and said, "Mang 'er, you're so dirty!"
Gu Mang said, "It's okay."
He raised his hand and touched the old man's head.
Everyone had moments of weakness and made mistakes. The deserter had suffered for most of his life because of his escape. Gu Mang thought that it was enough.
The old man opened his leaky mouth and cried hysterically. One moment, he called Gu Mang "Little Zhao". The next moment, he called Gu Mang "Little Chen" and "Little Winter Melon".
Gu Mang agreed to all of them. From that day on, the old man calmed down.
He was still a little crazy, but he no longer stared straight at the horizon. He began to look like a proper beggar. He would smile at people passing by, toss a dirty bowl, and sing his Falling Lotus.
"…" Gu Mang tightened the cloth bag around Lu Zhanxing's head and walked to the end of the Chong Hua Bridge. He knew that today might be the last time he would pass by the old beggar's side.
"Uncle."
The old beggar had a bountiful harvest today. There was a big steamed bun in his bowl and a biscuit in his arms. He actually didn't remember who Gu Mang was. Although Gu Mang had untied the knot in his heart when he returned to the imperial court, he was old and had been tormented by his obsession for so long. He couldn't remember which general had gotten off his horse and was willing to forgive him, a sinner, and be his Little Zhao, Little Chen, and Little Winter Melon.
So he raised his head and laughed foolishly, leisurely looking at Gu Mang.
"Master, give me a reward."
Gu Mang also lowered his head to look at the stinky beggar. After a while, he also laughed.
"The only person who is willing to talk to me now is you."
After saying this, he handed all the soft and fine shell coins in his Qiankun bag to the old beggar.
Gu Mang said, "Let's go."
He got up, but the moment he stood up, the old man suddenly grabbed his wrist.
"What's wrong?"
The old man seemed to realize something, but also seemed to not. In the end, he stretched out his trembling hand that was like a chicken's claw and took out the dirty biscuit from his arms.
His wrinkled face overflowed with a smile as if he was presenting a treasure.
"Here, here."
"For me?"
The old man seemed to have a perception that ordinary people didn't have because he was close to the mandate of heaven. He kept stuffing the biscuit into Gu Mang's hands. "Take, take, and your brother to eat on the road … eat on the road …"
Gu Mang was stunned.
Perhaps the eyes of old people and children could see ghosts and the future.
He looked at the old face that was densely wrinkled and shriveled like a walnut. After a long while, he slowly put on a smile and took the biscuit from his homeland from the old beggar's hands.
"Thank you very much. In the end, I can still take away the memories of my homeland. "
The old man nodded at him in confusion. His lips trembled as he kept saying, "You have to come back, you have to come back …"
Gu Mang's smile froze, but it didn't fall. His eyelashes trembled slightly. He stood up and said, "Let's go."
After he finished speaking, he carried the cloth bag and looked back at the towering city gate tower.
On the city gate tower, the two vigorous and solemn seal characters "Chong Hua" were illuminated by the setting sun. They were colorful and dazzling.
Gu Mang looked at it for a long time. He seemed to be muttering to himself, but also seemed to be talking to someone.
He said again, "Let's go."
Let's go.
The remnants of the Bastard Army were still detained in the prison by the Junshang. Lu Zhanxing's body was in Gu Mang's backpack. No one came to bid farewell to Gu Mang.
He turned around and walked alone on the Chong Hua Bridge. The river under the bridge was rolling. It was as glorious as yesterday.
The old man by the Chong Hua Bridge suddenly shouted at the top of his lungs. His voice was like a broken gong. The old man stretched his neck and looked at Gu Mang's figure walking towards the horizon. His voice was hoarse, and his trembling hand knocked on the begging bowl. He opened his mouth and began to mockingly sing the most fluent Falling Lotus he could remember.
"Time flies like a shuttle. I say time passes by in two different ways. The prosperity of the past was envied by me. Every year is wasted. Unfortunately, I have no money today. Every moment is like a year. I once wore a light coat and carried a fat horse on a high mountain. I commanded thousands to drive the mountain. The sound of surrounding demons and demons startled. The people welcomed me like a god. Today, gold is scattered. Who will regain it? Friends are separated from the pack. Hunting dogs are cooked. I have no porridge in the day and no sleep at night. I end up singing lotus on the streets. Who can endure the two halves of life? I don't blame my parents or the Heavens. If I had known earlier that I would suffer such a setback, I would have regretted the demons that day. Now that there is nothing I can do, I try to persuade people to forget about me! "
I once wore a light coat and carried a fat horse on a high mountain. I commanded thousands to drive the mountain.
I once wore a black armor to support my jade-like waist. An arrow pierced through the nine heavens.
But now …
Mo Xi opened his eyes. He looked at Gu Mang's back without blinking. The more he blinked, the less he saw. He watched Gu Mang leave. Tears finally flowed down his face. He had always known that Gu Mang's betrayal was painful. But seeing it with his own eyes was a different feeling.
It pierced his heart and pierced his bones.
Why did he come to this point …
Why did he have to come to this point?!!
The young man in the past was like a beggar who had lost his soul. He was like a muddleheaded wild ghost. He walked all the way from the Long Pavilion to the distance …
Mo Xi knew that once he left, he would be separated from the Chong Hua for seven years.
When he returned, his two souls were gone. His mind was damaged. His body was covered in blood. It was difficult to bridge the gap.
When he returned, it was him and Gu Mang. No matter what the conspiracy was eight years ago, the mistake had been made. It could not be changed.
"Gu Mang …"
Mo Xi felt as if his heart was being pierced by a sharp awl. He wanted to follow him. But Jiang Yexue's chanting became clearer and clearer. The various colors in the Mirror of Time were so faint that they could not be distinguished.
Gu Mang's figure was so thin that it seemed as if it would disappear at any time.
He seemed to want to wade through the sea of time and reach the end of time to embrace that lonely figure.
He wanted to wade through the sea of blood to get back the old person who would never look back.
But as the incantation came to an end, Mo Extinguishing could no longer move. It was only a moment to leave this world. Mo Xi could only watch that small and lonely figure go on his way alone without anyone to accompany him.
His internal organs felt as if they had been torn apart.
He even wanted to ask Jiang Yexue to wait a little longer … to stop chanting …
Wait a little longer. Give him one last moment.
At least let him accompany Gu Mang to finish this road. At least let him accompany him for a little longer.
"Crossing the sea of bitterness, there is no pursuit of yesterday …"
Let him accompany him a little longer.
There was no hatred.
There was no old grudge.
Even if it was just a moment longer.
"Golden millet is like a dream, why don't you return …"
Stop chanting …
Finally, in the intense pain of being separated by life and death, Mo Extinguishing watched as Gu Mang's figure was swallowed up by the light of the earth. Endless darkness pressed down on him. His heart spasmed, struggled, and spasmed. His heart could not slow down, and the pain almost destroyed his mind. He did not even want to return to reality. If he did, he would only be in more pain than before.
He had to face the broken fragments of Gu Mang again. He had to clean up the mess in the world.
How could he face Gu Mang? How would he look at Jun Shang?
How could he cast aside the sins Gu Mang had committed? How could he suppress his heartache for Gu Mang?
Time and space were like a golden millet dream. How many people were drunk in the mortal world? The description of this mirror by the elders of the school in the past was not a lie … Mo Xi was dragged out by a ruthless force in the intense pain that made him unable to breathe. Countless strange reflections flashed in front of his eyes — the smile at the corner of Gu Mang's eyes, the anger in Gu Mang's eyes, the forever passionate young man in the school, the traitor on the Dongting Battleship who swore not to turn back … All the happiness, anger, sorrow, and joy they had experienced together for half of their lives all came to his mind at this moment. In the end, they were all broken in the afterglow of the setting sun on the Chong Hua Bridge …
—
"Lord Xi He!"
Jiang Yexue's voice came.
Mochime suddenly fell onto the cold floor of the Bat Tower. His eyes were wide open, and his chest was heaving up and down violently. He couldn't breathe … He was like a fish that was dragged ashore. The pain of being caught in a dilemma felt like his bones and flesh were being peeled off. He laid on the floor and gasped for air. In the midst of the chaos, he saw Jiang Yexue coming over and kneeling beside him …
"Gu Mang …" Mo Xi was almost choked with sobs, "Gu Mang …"
"Don't go anymore … Don't go anymore …"
Jiang Yexue grabbed his hand and checked his pulse. He was on the verge of death. It was so painful that his heart was about to stop — Gouging the heart, gouging the heart, gouging the heart … His bones and flesh were about to be separated … His heart seemed to be howling in despair, as if it was saying that it really did not know how to face love and sin … Why not kill him … Why not stop it?
It was too painful.
Once again, he watched helplessly as his most important person went to hell. No … no … she was forced to go to hell … lured to hell … And this time, he still could not even save her or accompany her … He still could not find out the final truth of Gu Mang's treason …
"Lord Xi He!!" Jiang Yexue anxiously called out to him, "Mo Xi!! Mo Xi!!! "
Don't go anymore … It's a dead end ahead …
At this moment, suddenly, another golden light spread out from the Mirror of Time. Gu Mang also withdrew from the mirror — He fell out heavily and lay on the ground of the demon tower.
Mo Xi supported his body that was on the verge of collapse in the Mirror of Time. "Gu Mang …"
He staggered and crawled over. He looked at the body lying on the ground. He struggled to hold Gu Mang's hand, the hand that he did not hold eight years ago or in the mirror.
"Gu Mang …"
His fingertips trembled violently and were about to touch — but at that moment, the man lying on the ground suddenly moved. He curled his hand and unconsciously withdrew it.
Then, Gu Mang slowly — slowly sat up.
There was dead silence.
He closed his eyes and frowned. His eyelashes trembled and then he slowly opened his eyes.
His face was pale and his lips were pale.
"…" He turned to look at Mo Xi and did not speak for a long time. His eyes went from being dazed to being clear, from being broken to being focused. The emotions and blood that were missing when he woke up were like ink on a piece of paper, slowly depicting his spirit and temperament.
Mo Xi's eyes reflected a familiar face. It was during this process of waking up that he seemed to see a long-dormant epiphyllum that finally sprouted. Gu Mang was no longer an ignorant puppet, no longer a prisoner who did not know what was going on.
His eyes were still the same blue that had been tempered.
But the expression on his face gradually changed from being stunned to being calm, unruly, clear-headed and invincible.
There was no need for any explanation or a word. With just a glance, Mo Xi could recognize that this Gu Mang was not Gu Mang after his consciousness was broken, but …
The one who returned from the Mirror of Time was Gu Mang who had recovered his past memories!!!
The beast on the altar of the Chong Hua, the former Senior Brother Gu Shuai!
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