Seeing the tears rolling in Wei Debing's eyes, Jiang Minghao felt sorrowful. How could he give up his brother? At the beginning, Zhao Ritian’s people were forced to walk far away in the Gobi Desert and helpless. When they died in the Altai Mountains for nine years, none of these brothers gave up. Take the initiative to give up these brothers
"Yes, I don't recognize you anymore, you go!"
Boom...
It seemed as if a thunderbolt hit Wei Debing’s head, causing his body to tremble. In the cafe just now, Wu Tian was about to leave. Although Jiang Minghao didn’t say a word, he could tell that Jiang Minghao Ming Hao didn't want him to go, just like he said, he just wanted Wu Tian to suffer a bit, but now, Jiang Minghao actually said this to him personally. How did Wei Debing accept this? His heart seemed to have stopped abruptly following Jiang Minghao's words.
"Brother Hao..."
"Don't call me Brother Hao, I'm not your brother!"
Before Wei Debing finished speaking, Jiang Minghao interrupted directly: "Hurry up, Wu Tian is gone, what are you keeping for? Fuck off Laozi, your IQ is a bad waste like you, staying here will only Get in the way."
Under Jiang Minghao's verbal abuse, Wei Debing's red eyes began to tremble and flicker. The narrow eye sockets could no longer contain the rolling tears, and they began to slowly slide down the corners of his eyes.
"Let's go! Why cry, like a sissy, worthy of being my brother? Get out, get out of me."
Jiang Minghao's right finger pointed at Wei Debing and roared, his face flushed with his voice like Hong Zhong, like a roaring flame, and even ignited his entire neck completely. Under this anger, the blood under his skin It also boiled, filling his capillaries, but Jiang Minghao's heart was dripping blood.
Finally, Weidebing's clenched hands slowly lowered, as if he had made a great decision in his heart, he wiped away the tears from his face suddenly, pulled out the Falcon Wing Saber from his waist, and placed it gently. Jiang Minghao's side, but his teeth were still biting, and the upper and lower gums seemed to be oozing blood under this strong pressure, and felt heartache and sorrow for Wei Debing.
"Brother Hao, take care!"
These four characters are like ants, crawling out of Wei Debing’s lips slowly. He feels that his heart is also being bitten by all insects, but Wei Debing, who is accustomed to obedience, saves his falcon wing saber. Except for Jiang Minghao who can barely move his right hand to defend himself, he really doesn't know what else he can do besides agreeing to the big brother in front of him to leave alone.
When Jiang Minghao watched Wei Debing turn around, he finally couldn't help turning his head. Two rows of hot tears came out like lava from a volcano, as if to melt his whole heart, if he hurt Wei Debing and Wu Tian. Heart, then who knows that Jiang Minghao is heartbroken at this time.
Seeing Wei Debing walking towards the alley with difficulty step by step, Jiang Minghao endured the pain in his heart and reminded with choking:
"Little soldier, remember, don't waste what you do best."
Hearing Jiang Minghao's words, he had to move forward with difficulty. With every step, Wei Debing, whose feet were filled with lead water, suddenly stopped. He did not turn back, but nodded fiercely because of the tears at this time. , Blurred his eyes again, there are too many emotions and too many fetters between their brothers, no matter whether they are punished or cheated, the four of their brothers seem to be the four wheels of a car, working together. But now
In the face of his former brothers, Jiang Minghao drove them away cruelly and faced the threat of suffering and death alone. Wei Debing never believed that Jiang Minghao was selfish, let alone that Jiang Minghao would be afraid that he would hurt him. He kept in his heart. Reading Jiang Minghao's words just now:
'Don't waste what you do best...'
"Yes, don't waste what I am best at!" Wei Debing suddenly muttered eloquently, as if he had been greatly encouraged. The originally decadent figure suddenly stood up, as if it were a green pine that had experienced the baptism of the snow. His footsteps also became brisk, striding across the steps, and in the blink of an eye, he disappeared like a ghost at the entrance of the alley.
"Good brother, take care"
Seeing Wei Debing leaving, Jiang Minghao muttered to himself. He believed that the enemy would soon find that he was alive. If he chased him back, maybe they would not even have the chance to be exhausted. Jiang Minghao would never allow any of his brothers. I leave because of myself.
His right hand slowly stretched towards the Falcon Wing Saber carrying the iron-blooded will of the soldier and the immortal army soul. This knife seemed to have spirituality. When Jiang Minghao’s weak right hand held him, The cold and snow-like aura passed through his arms to Jiang Minghao's entire body, as if under this agitation, Jiang Minghao felt a powerful force swimming in his body.
This saber fought with the Falcon, fought with the chic, and fought with the Wei Debing, and now in his own hands, Jiang Minghao felt very heavy. This is why he let Wei Debing leave, as if he was cursed. , All the people who helped him left one by one, he would never endure the departure of any brother.
"Hey..."
It was the sound made by the blade of the Falcon Wing Sabre tearing the air. Jiang Minghao held the Falcon Wing Sabre in his hand and waved it diagonally forward, as if to shed all the anger, pain and grievances in his heart. This Falcon Wing Sabre It was like a great horse met Bole, tearing the air with his cold blade, yelling heartily with the excitement and excitement in his heart, as if he couldn't wait to follow this new master into battle to kill the enemy.
"Dingling...Dingling...Dingling..."
At this moment, a copper bell broke Jiang Minghao's contemplation, and a shout from far to near, vigorously and deafeningly, seemed to come for Jiang Minghao deliberately.
"Life is alive and a lifetime, rich and expensive, and poor. I fall and climb on my own, relying on the mountains and rivers to rely on my brothers. The mountains and rivers are exhausted and the brothers die, and you can work hard. The fear is trembling and you know yourself. Good luck and bad luck are in it."
Listening to this unspoken ballad, Jiang Minghao felt that this person was talking about himself, and he was attracted by this curse-like limerick. His eyes immediately passed through a wall, toward the voice. Looking in the direction of, I saw an elderly man with white beard holding a bamboo tent, slowly stomping towards his direction, and a robe of Tsing Yi, like a fortune-telling warlock on the street, that swayed body The shape, one deep and one shallow walk, seemed to have been greatly traumatized, but his ruddy face and vigorous voice were completely inconsistent with his body shape.
If it was normal, Jiang Minghao would definitely ignore this quack warlock, but this time, he was completely attracted by this unknown old man, especially the phrase'The death of the brother died', isn't it just himself? Jiang Minghao even suspected that he had come completely for himself, and it just so happened that it happened just as Wei Debing left.
"Children, have you seen it clearly? I'm curious why I know you, the old Taoist priest?"
Shocked, absolutely shocked, when Jiang Minghao's perspective eyes stared at the old way slowly walking towards him, he had already spoken to Jiang Minghao with his loud voice before he turned to the entrance of the alley. It was as if this old Taoist knew that he had perspective eyes and was looking at him.
"who are you?"
Jiang Minghao asked with a sullen face, his eyes exuded a little bit of cold light, as if they were two muzzles, those black eyes were completely loaded bullets, ready to shoot the opponent at any time, the right hand holding a saber The veins had already burst out at this time, adjusted all the power to the highest point, ready to explode at any time, exuding a bloodthirsty breath like a beast, as if he was about to swallow the old white beard in front of him.
Seeing this young man sitting on the wall with a murderous look and hostile eyebrows, the old Taoist could not help frowning his brows, his face showed a trace of disgust, but his footsteps were because of Jiang Jiang. Minghao listened to this move.
"Little friend, don't be so excited, I'm here to help you, want me to be the old man to help you calculate?"
"Help me?" Hearing him saying he wanted to help himself, Jiang Minghao's originally hostile eyes showed a little more alertness. An old man who seemed to have some limp legs and feet was going to rotten wood, but he kept saying that he wanted to help. Myself, this really didn't make Jiang Minghao feel suspicious, but when Jiang Minghao heard what he said next, his whole body trembled instantly, a glimmer of hope in his eyes.
"I can help you stand up, believe it or not?"
A smile suddenly appeared on the face of the old Taoist priest. The grinning mouth moved the beard and wrinkled face, like a corpse that had been drained of blood and water. It made Jiang Minghao feel sick. He looked at this man who was less than one tall. The old man of one hundred and sixty centimeters, Jiang Ming replied with disdain:
"Old man, with my body, even if Hua Tuo is alive, it will be difficult for a god to go down to the earth. Don't tell me that you are better than a god."
"Hehe..." The old Taoist touched his white beard like a goatee, and smiled lightly, as if he was confident, because he clearly saw the desire in Jiang Minghao's eyes, that was for survival Desire, which is why he has to wait until this time to appear.
From Jiang Minghao’s birth to being admitted to the Artillery Academy, to being chased all the way to the Goose Country, and now being played as a prey, this old Taoist seems to have known everything about Jiang Minghao, and even calculated it right. All his future history, this is why he chose to appear today, because only today, only at this time, is Jiang Minghao’s only time in his life when he is helpless, and the only thing that can make him feel desperate, even thinking The time to give up is also the time when this old Taoist priest is most likely to achieve his goals.
"Children!" The old Taoist's tone was like an old man who experienced the ups and downs of the world, telling the world's secrets to a baby who was just learning to walk, and said softly:
"What the gods cannot do, the demons and ghosts may not be able to do it, dare you try?"
"Demons and ghosts?"
Jiang Minghao murmured and repeated the four words the old Taoist said, and his heart was also taken aback, as if the entire chest was shrouded in endless darkness, and a trace of fear flashed past his eyes, which meant Looking at the shriveled old man who is less than one hundred and six centimeters wide, he is completely the spokesperson of the devil. If he agrees, then he will become a slave of the devil.
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