When Mo Xi and Jun Shang arrived, a group of guard monks had already surrounded the quiet room, but no one dared to approach the room.
"See Your Excellency!"
"See Xihe-Jun!"
The king stopped and saw the soaring resentment and demonic energy rushing out of the house, heading straight for Xiao Han. The black spiritual current twisted into vague claws in the air for a while, and then turned into a phantom with blue eyes and a wolf head.
The king asked sharply, "Where is the assassin?!"
The head of the head guard's face was pale, and he folded his arms and said, "My subordinates and subordinates are incompetent. That assassin's movement skills are excellent, and he has already escaped... subordinates have already sent and sent people to chase."
Mo Xi asked, "Where is Gu Mang?!"
It's not that the captain of the guard has not heard about the ambiguous rumors between Mo Xi and Gu Mang these days. He was suddenly pressed by Mo Xi, he couldn't help sweating coldly, swallowed his saliva, and said in a panic, "When we arrived, Gu Mang The black demonic energy of the man has erupted, and the subordinates tried to rush in a few times, but, but…”
Jun Shangyi squinted his eyes and saw his embarrassed appearance, with messy buns, smoky scorch marks on his cheeks, and unwiped blood at the corners of his mouth.
When the accusation reached his lips, it still became a sigh.
He raised his head and looked at the room that was completely enveloped by the aura of the dark devil. Under the dark and rainy dome, the treatment room was shrouded in the shadow of dancing snow wolves, as if the molars would protrude in the next moment, tearing everyone into pieces of scum.
The head guard explained to Mo Xi with a sad face: "Xihe-Jun, the demonic energy in this room is too strong, and ordinary people can't get in. Now we can only stand outside the room in formation. Once Gu Mang comes out of it, then At once-"
Mo Xi didn't wait for him to finish speaking, nor did he want to hear him finish.
Before everyone could react, he broke into the quiet room by himself against the strong demonic energy.
Jun Shang was shocked: "Mo Xi!"
"Xihe-kun—"
The waves of flames came, and everyone's screams of panic or fear were thrown behind by Mo Xi. The wind and waves of demonic breath stabbed him like a sharp knife and cone, but it was unknown whether it was because of a fire caused by Gu Mang in his heart. He didn't think that the magic flame was as inaccessible as the captain of the guard said.
Or maybe it was because his brother Gu Mang was among them, so going to purgatory and entering the sea of fire was not painful.
In this world, nothing can hurt to lose.
Mo Xi suddenly slammed open the door of the house, the yellow sandalwood door creaked, and the more insane magic flames rushed out. He raised his hand to block the spiritual current that almost forced people to open their eyes. , and then looked into the depths of the house.
Gu Mang was curled up on the bed in the treatment room, and beside him was a roll of Shi Shi Yujian that had been shattered by his demonic flames. He lowered his neck and buried his head deeply. Mo Xi could only see a lonely shadow curled up like a beast, but he couldn't see his face.
"Gu Mang..."
He walked quickly to his side, but before he touched his shoulder, he was suddenly repelled by a strong demonic energy. Immediately afterwards, he saw Gu Mang raise his head, his delicate face was now covered with a black magic spell, his pupils were bloodshot, and his blue pupils were gleaming with a dense gleam.
Gu Mang had already begun to alienate.
Although there were still some scars of sobriety between his brows, the pain was clearly imprinted on his face. Gu Mang seemed to be on the edge of waking and dreaming, facing the person in front of him chaotically.
"You promised me..." Gu Mang suddenly said hoarsely. He stared at Mo Xi's face, but he didn't seem to be talking to Mo Xi. The bridge of his nose wrinkled, and his eyes flashed with an almost mad light, "You have not done everything you promised me! Liar!"
Before Mo Xi could react, he suddenly raised his hand and tightly choked his throat.
"cough cough..."
Gu Mang looked as if he was completely caught up in his own frenzy, his blue eyes rolled left and right, he got up, grabbed Mo Xi's neck, and forced him to pass.
"I don't ask you to rectify my name. I can do the blood of the people I've killed over the years. I've already planned to do it myself! But what do you take me for?!"
Mo Xi was almost breathless because of his stranglehold, he held Gu Mang's arm instead, and murmured, "Gu Mang..."
But what was reflected in Gu Mang's eyes at the moment was not his younger brother, but the emperor in the night rain on the Golden Terrace eight years ago, the king who made Mo Xi take the oath of heaven in front of the Golden Palace.
Gu Mang's head was slightly sideways, and word by word came out from the gap between his teeth: "The army, brother, reputation, memory... I have nothing left, and I have been dormant for eight years, and I have become a person who is neither a ghost nor a ghost. ... And you? Haiyan Heqing, who promised me, did you show me? Everyone who promised me was fair, did you show me?"
"Everything that can be calculated has been calculated by you - can you let me go?! I've had enough! I don't want to hear your wonderful tricks anymore, I just feel sick!"
People are not sages, who can have no resentment.
The resentment in the chest, the unwillingness that was once imprisoned by reason, became so strong under the catalysis of demonic energy.
Gu Mang hit Mo Xi with a savage blow, staring at Mo Xi's face, but couldn't make out the person in front of him. He was already indulging in his own pain and madness, and his head was a mess.
The breath of the dark devil haunted his scarred body, releasing more and more distinctly and more intensely. The magic marks also spread from his heart, spreading to his arms, neck... and even under his eyelids.
"Gu Mang..." Mo Xi tried his best to loosen his cramping hand without hurting him, "You can see clearly... yes... cough, it's me...!"
what happened
The assassin didn't assassinate anyone, but he obviously said something to Gu Mang that shouldn't have said, so that it broke Gu Mang's mental power and made him collapse into what he is now.
... what the hell... said... what? !
With a dull thud, Mo Xi groaned, and Gu Mang slammed against the wall. The demonic wolf spirit flames floating behind him became brighter, and his eyes were even bluer still glowing.
The madness belonging to beasts in those eyes is getting stronger and stronger, while the rationality belonging to people is getting less and less. The only thing that permeates is the great pain, which reddened his eyes.
"Why... I can't keep Lu Zhanxing..."
The questioning gradually became a murmur full of torment and self-blame.
"Why... Murong Lian... was assassinated..."
The voice became more and more confused, more and more sad.
"why… "
He lowered his head almost in despair, his shoulders shaking slightly.
"Why... forcing Mo Xi to walk down that path... I am controlling his life... It is me... "
The cold voice of the man in black seemed to linger in his ears, and the truth that appealed to him was like a knife gouging into the eardrum, penetrating the throat, all the way down, stirring the heart, liver, spleen and stomach to pieces.
Big tears flowed down his demon-scarred face, and the demonic flames on his body became more and more fiery due to the despair and pain.
That body that had been infinitely hot in the wind and rain seemed to be torn apart like this, swallowed up like this.
Little by little, the ego was dissipating, and the Black Demon's spell even spread to his fingertips.
Gu Mang choked and said, "It's me... I didn't accomplish anything... I made you... tired of you all as chess pieces... "
Show star.
Murong.
ink extinguished...
Gu Mang groaned in dismay: "Why do you want him to make the oath of catastrophe...!!!"
Mo Xi was startled suddenly.
Immediately, his eyes fell on the shattered jade slips containing the history.
Suddenly he understood everything.
Gu Mang's wailing sound seemed to be torn from the blood-soaked throat, and he mourned in a low voice in distress, like a dying beast: "Why do you force him to take the oath of catastrophe... Why do you want to harm him? At this point…”
"I just want him to be better... I've always wanted him to be better..."
"I'm hurting him..."
Headstrong.
Be smart.
No way is left for the other party, and the other party is not willing to know the truth.
Finally ended up in this situation.
Gu Mang, Gu Mang... You are too smart.
Blood leaked from under the black shirt, and Mo Xi was pushed hard by Gu Mang, who had lost consciousness. He got too close, and the bursting black devil energy was like tens of thousands of sharp cones piercing his bones and blood. Inside, he will be delayed, and the debris will be cleared.
But Mo Xi still endured the severe pain, resisted the heavy pressure of demonic energy, raised his hands slightly tremblingly, little by little, and finally—he held Gu Mang's lost face.
The bloody aura surged up from his throat. He lowered his head and stared into Gu Mang's eyes. He seemed to want to say something, but the persecution of the demonic breath on him was too strong. In the end, he didn't say anything. trembling fingertips, gently...
The lotus incantation covering Gu Mang's neck.
—
"I will accompany you."
"When I'm not here, this sword formation will also protect you."
"As long as you need me, as long as you are willing to tell me, as long as you can trust me... just call me, brother."
"I will definitely come to you."
The promises of the past were scattered like wind and snow, and were burned into ashes by the strong demonic flames.
Every inch of Gu Mang's body was enveloped by such a dangerous devilish breath, and the pain would be deeper if he got closer. Mo Xi stroked the curse mark on the side of his neck, and the place where his skin was touching was directly burned to the point of bleeding, yet he still stubbornly didn't let go.
In the end, Mo Xi resisted the severe pain, as if trust had smashed misunderstandings, forgiveness had smashed all grievances, and a pure soul passed through the curse of the black demon—
He hugged Gu Mang tightly into his arms.
He felt that body trembling finely, and felt that the devilish energy had soaked his internal organs in an instant.
But so what.
In the end, he kept his promise, just like the brother Gu Mang who promised him before going to battle when he was young, no matter how difficult the obstacles, he would come back to him.
He loves someone for a lifetime.
It has nothing to do with blood, it has nothing to do with identity, it has nothing to do with time.
He has never deceived Gu Mang, and this year, at this moment, maybe Gu Mang can finally believe it—his promise, from the day he was young, has been uttered for a lifetime.
"Yeah, the oath of calamity." Mo Xi hoarsely whispered in his ear, "Look... Senior Brother, I'm already so stupid, so can you keep looking at me?"
"It will take me ten years for you to look at me again, don't let me be stupid again, you..."
There was blood on the corners of his lips when he coughed softly.
Mo Xi closed his eyes and stroked the back of Gu Mang's head with his palm. The devil that everyone avoids. He regarded it as a treasure and embraced it in his arms.
"Would you like to?"
Gu Mang opened his eyes wide, looking at him tremblingly and chaotically, his eyes lost focus.
There was silence for a moment, and suddenly, the two lotus sword formations spread out in a flash, the sword formations and sword formations were intertwined, but because they didn't want to hurt each other, they scattered and fluttered their fluorescent wings, falling around them.
After the strong blue light, the black devil's aura was suddenly extinguished.
Gu Mang's encircling magic lines and incantations converged under his skin, and tears rolled down his face. The water vapor seemed to wash away the chaos in his eyes, the miasma dissipated, and what remained was a clear and clear lake. blue.
Gu Mang's eyes gradually regained their divine light, and he murmured softly, "... Mo... Mo Xi?"
Before Mo Xi could speak, Gu Mang started to cry. He almost collapsed: "...I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
"I... I didn't want to hurt you, I didn't want to force you... I really... really don't know you... just like this... just like this... "
He didn't speak any more, he was choked up.
"That's ten years..."
How many decades are there in a person's life
Why are you so stubborn, and just dedicate your life to an old friend who you thought had already betrayed you.
Mo Xi hugged him, stroked his hair, kissed the top of his hair, and whispered, "Yes. That's ten years." He hugged him so tightly, and said hoarsely, "So... Well. Or I'll be mad. When I get mad...do I live shorter?"
Where the long eyelashes overlap, they are all moist.
"In order to stay with me more, even one more day is fine, brother, you have to be good."
Gu Mang was already weeping.
"Don't be demonized, don't blame yourself, don't leave me."
Mo Xi raised his hand, rubbed it, and wiped the tears from his face.
He hugged him with blood stains, even though he was so badly injured, he still protected him. He pressed his chin to Gu Mang's forehead, his eyes were red with wetness, but he still smiled and coaxed:
"You have to slowly, slowly... keep a home with me for the rest of your life."
"OK… "