Mo Xi stood outside the door.
He looked as if he had just climbed out of the mountain of blood and blood, his face was as white as paper, his clothes were covered in mottled blood, and his eyes were terrifyingly messy.
In addition to Mo Xi, Jiang Yexue also came, but Jiang Yexue seemed to be extremely embarrassed. She sat on the wheelchair with a bleak expression, and looked at the two people inside and outside Shimen with sadness and helplessness.
These two people, the same blood stained, the same scarred.
But the same stubborn, indestructible heart.
As soon as Mo Xi saw Gu Mang, he collapsed. He didn't seem to feel the pain in his body at all, and he seemed to be suffering from superimposed pain. He moved his footsteps and walked towards Gu Mang, but only the first few steps could be said to be walking. When he reached the back, he ran, stumbled, and stumbled.
"Gu Mang..."
The weak whisper slipped from the corner of the blue and white lips, repeated twice, and the emotion was uncontrollable as if the bridle was taken off: "Gu Mang, Gu Mang!!"
Even if the spiritual core was on the verge of collapsing, he summoned Shuran without hesitation. With a single whip, he snapped off the chains that bound Gu Mang, and the blood-soaked body fell down softly.
Mo Xi opened his arms to embrace him.
"It's alright, it's alright... I'll take you away, I'll take you away now... It's alright, I'll take it now..." The person in his arms was so cold, his fingertips were frozen blue and black and red blood dripped from his forehead.
Mo Xi stretched out his hand tremblingly to release the gauze between Gu Mang's lips and tongue. His vision was blurred by the tears, and the tears flowed down and landed on Gu Mang's dirty, small face.
In fact, his senior brother was never a tall person, he was young and innocent, and there was always a natural childishness in his eyebrows. It was the people around him who were accustomed to his strength, his bravery, his aggressiveness and meticulous tenderness, so he became their beacon and was regarded as invincible by them.
But when I held him at the moment, I realized that the person in my arms was so lonely and small, the years had taken away the vitality of Brother Gu and Shuai Gu, and what was left to Gu Mang was only a scar.
These scars, new or old, were all intertwined in Mo Xi's eyes, so endless sadness and pain flooded his heart, and he was so clearly aware—
Gu Mang has been shattered countless times. Paoze's death, his elder brother's slaughter, his identity as a secret agent, Liaoguo's re-quenching, and his brother-in-law who was forced to kill for five years after serving the enemy.
He was pushed from the heights again and again by fate and smashed to pieces, but he tried hard to piece himself back into a person again and again.
He really tried his best and tried his best to bond himself, and other people might have been crushed into dust and could never stand up again.
But Gu Mang kept gritting his teeth and insisting.
Because behind him is the brother he will never come back to, and ahead of him is the dawn he has been longing for.
"Gu Mang..."
Falcon gave Gu Mang too much stimulation. Even if Gu Mang finally broke free, the memory he finally recovered was irreversibly damaged.
He turned his tearful, clear blue eyes to look at Mo Xi vaguely. Mo Xi was sure that Gu Mang still wanted to pretend to be strong for a moment. Gu Mang even wanted to push him away, but Mo Xi grabbed the raised hand, and Mo Xi grabbed the cold one that was strangled by the iron chain. Marked palms.
Gu Mang's eyelids were half-opened weakly, he looked at him almost sloppily, and after a while he said, "Mo Xi..."
"It's me, I'm here, I'm here." Mo Xi choked, grabbed Gu Mang's hand, his wet eyelashes trembled, and kissed under his fingertips, "I'm here..."
Gu Mang stared at the person in front of him.
His consciousness was already blurred.
All the memories swirled around in his mind, seemingly dissipating at any moment. Those nights in the snowstorm, those summer afternoons in the academy, the night of the weak crown was lingering, and His Highness Princess promised their future over and over again.
Everything was like a layer of snow, another layer of snow, and the heavy snow drifted in his skull, trying to cover up the traces of the past little by little.
Gu Mang knew that he might not be able to hold on for long. The severe pain of what was lost and what was lost was pressing into his internal organs. Maybe it's because the person he loves the most in his life is by his side at the moment, but he wants to forget him. Gu Mang suddenly felt a kind of unwillingness and weakness that he had never felt before.
He suddenly squeezed back Mo Xi's hand. He opened his eyes wide, gasping for breath, looking at Mo Xi's face, very hoarse and very weak:
"I… "
But what should he say
I'm not a traitor
I am not a bad guy
It's not that I don't love you, it's not that I don't want to be with you, it's not that I'm intentionally alienating you.
Can you trust me
He can't say anything.
Even at this time, he still can't say anything, can't say anything!
The wind and rain of the Golden Terrace poured on his burning heart after so many years of turbulent time, and extinguished his only selfish fire. He seemed to hear the voice of the emperor, and seemed to be pleading and so majestic-holding him to the extreme. The dream I've been chasing my whole life.
"Gu can promise you, Gu will definitely let you see the future of that hero, regardless of his origin, and everyone gets a fair future."
Heroes don't matter where they come from.
Everyone gets justice.
No one will need to be involved in the struggle between old and new forces like Lu Zhanxing, and die in a wrongful way.
There will never be anyone who needs to be like him, who can't protect his brother, and can't do what he wants to do... He has been suppressed all his life because of his humble origin.
There will never be a person who loves each other again, hiding because of their blood, not daring to give their sincerity to each other...
"Gu needs a person, he needs to be loyal enough, brave enough, and smart enough. Gu needs such a person to break into Liao Kingdom, pass information for Gu, and become a poison poured into Liao Kingdom and the old aristocrats."
"Gu Qing. Are you willing to bear the burden for Chonghua?"
The thunder and lightning of the golden stage seemed to shine in his heart again. He opened his eyes, smothered all the selfishness he was born with, and swallowed all the words back in his stomach.
Yes.
He is a spy.
From the day he agreed to the king's request, he had no way back.
But…
It was as if God had pity on him, as if God felt that there should be a sweetness in the suffering of his life. Although he didn't say anything, he heard Mo Xi clasped his hand and whispered, "I believe you."
"..." The blue eyes turned around blankly and dully, staring blankly at Mo Xi's sad face.
"I will always believe in you... never leave you again."
Gu Mang knew that he should be surprised, he should ask him why he suddenly said this, and he should ask him what he knew and what happened to him—but perhaps his consciousness was already messed up, and his strongest feeling was like a tidal wave. Wronged.
I believe you.
Five years of treason and three years of returning home.
It was suddenly clear to him that he had been waiting for these words for so many years. In his dreams and sleep, he longed for someone to say such a sentence to him, but no one had ever told him, and no one had given him these three words.
until today.
After all, the life of a secret agent over the years has been too bitter and too bitter.
Tears rolled down Gu Mang's eyes all at once. He choked, as if he wanted to say something, but there was blood in his throat. Silently weeping put on an embarrassed face.
This was the first time Mo Xi had seen Gu Mang cry so sadly and helplessly since he had known him for so long. Mo Xi raised his blood-stained hand and stroked the face. He wanted to wipe away the tears for Gu Mang, but the more he touched it, the more dirty it became.
Mo Xi's tears flowed down incessantly, his fingers trembled violently, he rubbed Gu Mang's soft but cold cheeks, and he stopped wiping it. He stared at Gu Mang. With so many people around, he didn't want to care about anything. He only had his long wet eyelashes hanging down, and only stared at this person. After a while, he said hoarsely, "Senior brother, I'm sorry, I made you wait too long."
"I'm here to take you home..."
He picked up Gu Mang and put his arms around his shoulders - only then did Zhou He wake up to him like a dream -
"Xihe-kun!"
"… "
"Do you know that Gu Mang is the trial body appointed by the emperor, he..."
Mo Xi didn't let him finish his sentence, his phoenix eyes raised suddenly, and his eyes were red.
"Your Majesty has ordered many things about him. Some of them are not known at all. I just want to know if your Majesty had any conscience when he gave you this task."
"Are you crazy? Do you know what you're talking about!" Zhou He turned his head and ordered, "Stop him!"
Mo Xi was really crazy. He didn't say anything else, raised his free hand, and a shadowy blue light shone in the palm of his hand. Seeing this, Jiang Yexue's face turned pale: "Mo Xi! Stop!!"
How could he stop.
There were eight years between him and his senior brother.
If he stopped so easily, how could he catch up with Gu Mang, who was carrying a small burden eight years ago and traveled alone.
Mo Xi closed his eyes and shouted angrily, "Swallow the sky! Summon!!"
A strong wind blew up, and the blue scepter suddenly appeared in the palm of his hand. Mo Xi felt a sharp pain like a cracked knife in his heart. The seams, every strand of magic spells are causing irreversible heavy damage to his body.
Mo Xi's eyes were illuminated by the sharp edge of the scepter, he activated his spiritual power, swallowed the sky and pulled it out, turning it into a scepter that was more than ten feet taller than a human being, with a white handle with a golden head and a sun pattern, and the embedded sapphire glowing brightly. Light.
A loud bang!
In its complete state, the Heaven Swallowing Spiritual Power oscillated violently, and with just a touch of the ground, a wave of spiritual power shook, and several of the weaker disciples were directly oppressed and half-knelt on the ground.
"Xi Hejun..." Zhou He's face was already very ugly, "Do you know... Ji-Liao fights privately and releases Shen Wu, you have violated the military order!"
"Join me." The blue-golden light of the scepter shone on Mo Xi's handsome and pale face, but was extremely determined, "I'll wait."
Zhou He: "…"
Jiang Yexue: "... Mo Xi..."
Swallowing the sky is a terrifying divine martial art capable of burying millions of corpses in one move. Although no one believed that Mo Xi would really use it to deal with Chonghua's people, this complete sun-sharp scepter was in his hand. Shocking enough. Not to mention the Surgeon's Desk, no one would dare to stop him, even in the Military Aircraft Agency where experts gathered.
Mo Xi glanced at the people Nuonuo didn't dare to come forward, and hugged Gu Mang, who had passed out in a coma. He took him, and two bruised people cuddled and supported him, and slowly walked out of this blood-stained hell.