Looking at the devastated ruins, Tang Guo felt as if a huge hammer had hit his head with a bang, making a buzzing sound.
But, it was only for a moment.
Instead, there was raging rage.
As soon as he opened his mouth, he asked harshly: "Gongxi Fengen, you rebellious son, do you know what you are doing?"
For the first time, Gong Xichou no longer had to hide his disgust for this courtesy name, and his face suddenly darkened.
Indifferently, "Of course I know."
He followed up with, “I’m taking revenge.”
He also taunted: "If you want revenge, if you don't send the enemy away yourself, do you expect to beat gongs and drums and play funeral music to kill him?"
"Revenge..." Although Tang Guo had a premonition in his heart, he still found it incredible to hear these words in person, and blurted out, "How could it be possible that you remembered everything?"
Although the situation was not right, Gong Xichou still frowned slightly - how could they all be so sure that he would not recover his memory? So sure that they could employ him without any worries? Could it be that something had happened to him that he didn't know about
A thought flashed through my mind.
But now is not the time to think about these things.
Gong Xichou's silence was misunderstood as consent.
Tang Guo looked at Gong Xichou with an almost fanatical look, which surprised Gong Xichou. He killed his own son, and also killed the Pig King who had given Tang Guo endless wealth and glory, and also killed two powerful members of the Geng Kingdom's royal family...
Something is wrong!
Something is very wrong!
Tang Guo's frenzy did not last long. As the dense and meteor-like martial energy light approached Chengkang Temple, he regained his composure, while Gong Xichou had already taken the initiative. He had just exploded his martial courage totem, and his injuries affected his lungs. He had not yet fully understood Tang Guo's own strength, and he was not very confident in a head-on confrontation, let alone the current situation where the enemy was outnumbered.
Furthermore, the elite troops he brought were used to delay the troops stationed outside Chengkang Temple, but as reinforcements arrived from the foot of the mountain, the situation that was originally slightly advantageous suddenly turned to the other side. According to this situation, it would not take long for the entire army to be wiped out.
Tang Guo didn't even summon his armor.
He raised his hand and grabbed the halberd that Gong Xichou was stabbing at him: "Gong Xichou, if you put it down now, I will spare your life!"
"Are you dreaming?" But the next moment, he was hit by a huge force, and his body smashed into a deep pit of ruins like a cannonball.
"That's a shame."
Tang Guo usually looked dignified, but in front of Gong Xichou, he always acted like a kind old father. As long as Gong Xichou was willing to ask for money, he would give him gold, silver, jewelry, luxury cars and beauties. Therefore, the outside world was crazy about Gong Xichou being an illegitimate child.
But at this moment, his murderous intent was undisguised.
Just being stared at by its aura will make you tremble.
Gong Xichou was not affected much, but he did feel uncomfortable, which showed that the old man was stronger than him. He was about to sneer and mock back, but he heard Tang Guo casually say a truth that shattered his worldview.
"Then I will have no choice but to kill you again. After all, a tool that cannot be tamed will only end in failure!"
Gong Xichou's expression suddenly changed.
The face, which was originally rosy, turned pale.
His eyes widened as he looked up at Tang Guo standing high above him. If he hadn’t had tinnitus and auditory hallucinations…
The other party’s original words were… How is this possible!
At the same time, there was a burst of fine and dense pain like needles in the brain, which became more and more vivid and clear.
A series of familiar yet strange noisy scenes flashed through his mind one by one. Gong Xichou tried hard to distinguish the true from the false, but in a trance, he was pulled into a dark vortex by an irresistible force.
Above the night sky, the stars are sparse.
Even though it was already night, the summer heat was still rising from the ground. The young boy used to complain about the hot weather, but now he had no interest in doing so. He was lying powerlessly on a thick and familiar back.
He could still smell the salty smell of blood and sweat, and every time he breathed, his chest would feel a burning pain. He turned his eyes with difficulty and vaguely saw a light green curtain rising above the clan land.
There seemed to be a python swimming above the light curtain.
Further away, there were twinkling lights and noisy footsteps.
Faintly, one could hear the panicked screams of the tribesmen.
Then -
The spine where his ear was pressed against vibrated a few times, and his uncle's voice seemed to become increasingly distant: Anian!
Oh, it’s my uncle.
He opened his mouth to respond.
Gong Xichou couldn't remember how long it had been since he last heard his uncle's voice, but when he opened his mouth, what came out was not his uncle's joyful response, but streams of thick blood so sticky that they could glue his lips together, making no sound.
No, Ah Nian can't hold on like this. It seems that one of the tribesmen who raised his hand to support him was speaking, his voice was hurried and anxious, and he cursed, saying that he was not a human being, Ah Nian was so young, how could he be so cruel...
If it weren't for the clan's most precious treasure being nourished in Gong Xichou's body, he would have died from the heart-wrenching and bone-breaking injuries long ago.
But the situation is not optimistic now.
Anian is still too young.
Even the most precious treasure can only protect him for a short while.
Then, my uncle cursed: "You bastards are here to exterminate our clan. No matter how old you are, if I find out who betrayed us, I will scatter the ashes of our ancestors for eighteen generations! You guys should protect the clan members and retreat first. I will take Ah Nian to the altar."
But the altar...
The light curtain above was shaky, and the enemies who had sneaked into the tribe and killed people were chasing after them. If they turned back to the altar, they might never come back. But my uncle didn't consider these things, and choked up in his voice: My sister died first, and if Ah Nian died again...
The sound after that was unclear.
There was a sticky liquid flowing out of his chest, and he couldn't stop it. Gong Xichou felt that breathing was becoming more and more difficult, as if what was flowing out was not liquid, but life force. After a bumpy ride, he heard his uncle yelling at someone: Get out!
When his body was turned upside down on the altar, Gong Xichou used his last bit of strength to open his eyes a crack, and a blood-stained head rolled towards his face. The small black mole on the forehead looked very much like his uncle.
He rolled his eyes.
Watching the light curtain dissipating like a mountain mist, the python swimming on it swallowed its breath with strong reluctance, turned into broken stars, and dispersed with the wind and clouds. At this time, someone nearby staggered and kicked the round head away, spitting in disgust.
Still looking for bad luck before dying!
It seemed like he was carrying a child just now
One person said: Just looking at the self-explosion just now, not to mention one, ten children would have been torn into pieces...
Is it all here
… Gongxi tribe … 265 people.
Gong Xichou's consciousness fell into endless darkness. There was no sound or light around him, and his body continued to sink into the darkest place. After an unknown amount of time, a strange force pushed him in the opposite direction.
Finally, the light dispels all darkness.
It was so bright that he couldn't open his eyes.
When he got used to it, he opened his eyes and vaguely saw his younger and more energetic half brother sitting beside him, his eyes closed, his face pale, sweat dripping down his forehead. The most important thing was that he was wearing the gorgeous clothes of a high priest who was performing the ritual of paying homage to the gods.
Ah, this, won’t the old priest be so angry that he jumps up and down
Just as Gong Xichou was thinking about the pain of being spanked by the old priest with a wooden stick, he noticed that there was a strange wooden stick across the man's knees.
He is sure—
If the old priest knew that there was a young man who stole this dress, he would be so angry that his white beard would fly...
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