"Xuanwu, what's wrong with you?" Tsing Yi saw the man in black holding his head tightly.
His expression was full of pain, as if some memory had been lost, but he couldn't remember it for a while...
boom!
At this moment, as if a force exploded in Xuanwu's mind, his footsteps retreated layer by layer, and his handsome face was pale.
His eyes fell on Mo Lishang's body, his brows were always tightly wrinkled, and even his body trembled slightly.
Familiar with…
This young man is too familiar, he seems to have seen it somewhere, and he can't remember it for a while...
Suddenly, a picture crossed the flood and jumped into Xuanwu's mind, and the original vague memory gradually became clear.
On the bloody battlefield, the two soldiers fought.
He was wearing a black long gown and stood on the battlefield.
The blood stained the entire battlefield, and there were countless corpses on the battlefield.
Suddenly, a long sword came from behind and pierced into his chest.
The blood dyed his ink-colored robe red, his body was quite stiff, and he slowly turned his head...
It was the face of a young man, familiar enough to make him tremble, but he couldn't even ask a questioning voice.
Why…
Will it be him
…
On the holy mountain.
The young man has slowly descended from the void. He stood beside Suzaku and opened his palm cautiously.
"This is Yan Yan asking me to bring it to you."
In the palm of the boy, lay a blue stone quietly, the stone exuded a faint light, rendering the boy's fair face.
Suzaku stared blankly at the stone in the boy's palm, her red lips trembled, and she wanted to say something, but her throat seemed to be blocked, and she couldn't say a word.
"Suzaku, Xuanwu, what's the matter with you?" Xiaomi scratched the back of her head and asked in confusion, "Do you know Mo Lishang?"
At this moment, the atmosphere was silent.
In the demon holy mountain shrouded in the blood-colored sky, there is a strange and peaceful atmosphere.
Suddenly, Xuanwu was the first to use an action...
His body turned into a sharp sword, and he quickly broke through to the boy's face. A layer of strong wind was wrapped around his fist, and it landed on Mo Lishang's chest with a bang.
Mo Lishang did not resist, nor did he resist.
The powerful force penetrated into his body, and his body suddenly stepped back a few steps, and a trace of blood began to spread from the corner of his mouth and slowly flowed down.
"I am going to kill you!"
Xuanwu's eyes were blood red, and killing intent poured out from the bottom of his eyes, covering the entire mountain range.
Suzaku froze for a moment.
She was lost in thought.
After Xuanwu came back, he told her that the reason why he fell back then was because of an acquaintance...
It's just that he can't remember who this acquaintance is.
So... Seeing Xuanwu's reaction now, Suzaku's eyes slowly fell on Mo Lishang.
Her fists were clenched tightly, and an indescribable anger surged out of her chest, making her complexion even more coquettish and cold.
"Mo Lishang... Is that you?"
Suzaku slowly approached Mo Lishang a few steps, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a cold light appeared from the bottom of his eyes: "Did you kill Xuanwu back then?"
Xiaomi was dumbfounded.
Mo Lishang killed Xuanwu
This... how could this be
Mo Lishang is the younger brother of the master. He once killed Xuanwu? If the master knew about this, could he possibly endure it
"I won't hurt her."