how can that be? ! !
Gu Mang's two souls, which are in charge of memory and consciousness, have obviously been pulled away. Obviously, the time mirror can only make people go back to the past, and can't make any changes to the real world.
How could Gu Mang be able to recover his previous memories when he came out of the mirror
However, before he could think about it, a shrill scream came from the bat tower, and suddenly a bat beast flapped its wings and attacked Gu Mang! The bat beast has a wing, and dozens of flaming arrows shoot towards the ground like a hurricane!
Jiang Yexue said, "Be careful!"
He wanted to take a defensive shot, but the arrow was too fast to dodge after all. Seeing that he was about to be hurt by the bat spirit, suddenly, a talisman was thrown from the slanting thorn, and the talisman immediately opened the barrier of lightning surges and slammed all the flaming arrows out of the bounds!
The person who threw out the spell was none other than Gu Mang...
Although Gu Mang's mind was still confused, but Gu Shuai was Gu Shuai after all. He jumped up abruptly, his actions were strong and sharp, like a frost knife unsheathed at night, with a cold light.
After a while, there was a rustling sound behind them, and when they turned around, there was a tidal wave of demon rats rushing towards them.
With such an enemy on the back, Jiang Yexue's two fists are no match for the four hands, and Gu Mang can't rectify the memory of the mess, and can't think about other things--
Others might not be able to do something like fighting just after being stimulated, but Gu Mang was different. Gu Mang is a general who can command a battle of ten thousand people without rest for three days and three nights. He has a natural ability to adapt and control war.
He made a quick decision, put aside distracting thoughts, looked around with sharp blue eyes, and roughly had a judgment on the situation:
The first is the time-space mirror. The time-space mirror has sunk back into the blood pool and disappeared.
Then came the mountain paste, the pig demon had been sealed by an extremely complicated talisman paper, fell into a deep sleep, and was abandoned in the corner.
But in addition, there is a golden decree sticking on the ground. It looks like the ointment was thrown out at the end before being subdued. At this moment, countless monsters are thrown from every corner precisely because of this golden decree. emerge.
Looking at the battle damage situation, Mo Xi's condition is very poor, Jiang Yexue is not much better, he has several scars on his body, and his white robe is stained with blood, while Murong Chuyi...
Gu Mang frowned and asked, "Where is Murong Chuyi?! Where is he?"
Jiang Yexue said: "Chu Yi he... ahem, he went to the top of the tower to rescue Chenqing."
In other words, Murong Chuyi's combat power could not be counted on for a while.
Gu Mang quickly calculated the strength of the enemy and us in his heart. Seeing that the rat tide was getting closer and closer, he suddenly stood up and shouted in a low voice in front of the rolling monsters: "Storm!"
A silver-gold streamer flickered in his palm, converging into the appearance of a suona, and the pure white silk belt tied to the end of the divine weapon flowed like a galaxy in the darkness.
"Summon!"
Mo Xi Qingjun's face was no longer bloody. He looked at Gu Mang's back. Gu Mang's former divine martial arts storm made a distant and hazy sound, bursting out with dazzling brilliance!
But after a while, the blazing light of summoning suddenly shattered.
The storm of divine martial arts, which had not yet fully converged, turned into a little afterglow and scattered everywhere.
"..." Gu Mang sighed, this was an attempt he had given up - there were too many monsters, and a group attack weapon was the best, and his only group martial arts was the Shenwu Storm. But he was not surprised by the result of the summoning failure.
His spiritual core has long since been fragmented. After he carries the memories in the time-space mirror, although he can remember the mantra of summoning the storm, Shenwu is bound to the spiritual core and carried by the soul, and there is no powerful soul and spiritual core. , he was destined to not be able to really summon the storm.
The tide of demon rats is getting closer and closer. Gu Mang's eyes darkened, and he finally shouted, "Yongye, summon!"
Before the little sparkle of the storm had completely dissipated, a strong black devil aura rushed out from his palm, instantly converging into a sharp, pitch-black bayonet.
It was the magic weapon that was forged for him by the Liao Kingdom after he surrendered to the enemy Liao Kingdom, the magic weapon that almost killed Mo Xi on Dongting Lake...
Bayonet forever!
Gu Mang raised his slender fingers, and the bayonet nimbly turned a few times in his palm, and then he suddenly sprang out like an arrow from a string, and his skills were fast and ruthless, smashing into the tide of monsters. This magic weapon of his own has the aura of sucking evil spirits, as long as the formation is opened, it will attract bats like blood, and can attract all the monsters and monsters around him.
Soon, the group of demon rats surrounded him, and a thick black qi trapped and locked him. His figure was completely submerged, and he could only see a burst of fire from time to time in the group of demons with him as the core. The broken body of the monster was splashed out, and black blood splashed.
Jiang Yexue was no better than Mo Xi. Only at this time did he realize that something was wrong with Gu Mang, and his expression changed. He turned around and asked Mo Xi, "Gu Mang... Did he recover?"
"..." Mo Xi didn't answer, a pair of reddish phoenix eyes stared at the center of the black air.
Seeing Mo Xi's expression, Jiang Yexue didn't understand anything. He was almost stunned: "Shanpao said before that he wanted to make Gu Mang 'memory flashback', does this flashback refer to restoration?... Then the Time Mirror... was able to restore his memory when he lacked two souls. fill it up?"
Mo Xi wanted to say something, but before he could speak, he coughed up black blood.
Jiang Yexue said in shock, "Xihe-Jun..."
In fact, Mo Xi suffered far more damage than Gu Mang. Gu Mang was the one who went directly into the mirror. Although he was also affected by the mirror, the time mirror was an ancient artifact after all, not something too demonic. As long as he entered and exited from it normally, the mirror would not cause too much damage to him. s damage.
Mo Xi was different. He was sucked into the mirror world because he was forcibly protecting Gu Mang. He could almost be regarded as an uninvited guest, an intruder. Therefore, although he did not do anything in the time mirror, the loss of spiritual power was actually very large. When he came out, his physical energy had actually been weakened to the critical point.
However, Mo Xi looked at Gu Mang who was fighting in the swarm of demons, and at the magic Wu Yongye holding the black energy in Gu Mang's hand, he still held back, swallowed the blood in his throat, raised his hand and said hoarsely, "Swallow. God, call me."
The long-handled scepter swallowed the sky and came out, exuding a holy white light.
Seeing Gu Mang, who was holding the Liao Kingdom's magic martial arts, open the killing ring, Mo Xi closed his eyes, endured the exhaustion of both his heart and his body, raised his scepter, and volleyed a little into the sky—instantly the storm surged, and the sound of the tides from all over the world.
"The whale swallows the body!"
A beam of silver light poured out from the scepter, and a giant whale spirit body that swallowed the sun and swallowed the sky broke through the world! With a whistling sound that was still resounding from ancient times, the gust of wind swept the ground, and all the monsters that were attacking in the bat tower were thrown into the air in an instant with the momentum of destroying the tree and pulling the rot!
Immediately after, the giant whale slammed its tail fin and charged towards the top of the tower. Those monsters were also wrapped up and rushed to the top. At this time, the swallowing giant whale slapped its tail vigorously—
In an instant, black blood bullied the sky, like a torrential rain pouring down from the top of the tower...
All monsters are torn apart!
In the midst of this bloody storm, Gu Mang turned his head in shock, his blue eyes widened, and he looked back at Mo Xi who was standing there.
"Ink extinguished..."
Mo Xi's hand holding the scepter was shaking, he did not open the barrier, the still hot blood dripped on his shoulders, the ends of his hair, and over his dark eyebrows.
It ran down his pale cheeks.
like blood and tears.
Exhausted and helpless, he stood in the bloody shower and slowly closed his eyes.
The Mo family's bloodline is ferocious and domineering. Among them, Shenwu swallows the sky as the most terrifying, and even cannot control the power. As long as one uses the ultimate move, it is destined to float tens of thousands of corpses.
Therefore, Mo Xi had never used this trick before.
Even if the two armies faced each other, no matter how stalemate, Mo Xi had always controlled himself, not allowing himself to summon Tun Tian, and not letting himself read this "whale swallowing his body".
This move will not only make everyone who witnesses think he is a monster, but more importantly, Mo Xi himself is not willing to drive out and kill his opponents—
He hated the battlefield, and he rode his horse to the army for protection, not for conquest, nor for revenge. No matter whether the other party was human or demon, good or evil, Mo Xi always thought of being able to forgive others and to be able to give them a chance to turn back.
Therefore, he has the power to destroy thousands of souls with one blow, but he has always overcome it.
But now...
In order to no longer see Gu Mang holding Liao Kingdom's magic martial arts to kill.
To end this as soon as possible.
When he was on the verge of collapse, he actually used this lore technique that he had almost never used.
Jiang Yexue said softly, "Mo Xi..."
Mo Xi didn't seem to hear him, his body exuded the remaining evil spirit that swallowed the sky, and the barrier that held Jiang Yexueyu open around him was pierced in an instant.
He stood upright, drenched in blood, all alone.
"..." The bayonet in Gu Mang's hand was slowly withdrawn, turned into a cloud of black air, and gathered into his heart. Then he walked towards Mo Xi.
Mo Xi has been standing in the same place, like a broken puppet, his face is pale, his expression is broken, and his eyes are empty. He submerged himself in the pouring blood.
Gu Mang stood still in front of him, looking up at the wet him.
Such an arrogant person, at this time, is like an abandoned dog who has been hurt too deeply and feels at a loss.
But Gu Mang's thoughts were actually very chaotic at the moment. Although the memory he recovered was enough to wake him up, it also made him extremely uneasy and confused.
——In the mirror, his body was reversed and he recalled the events before the mutiny. When he came out of the mirror, these memories did not disappear, but were connected to the past after returning to the city as a prisoner.
Now to him, it was as if he had just left Chonghua with Lu Zhanxing's head on his front foot, and his back foot opened his eyes and found himself in the prison car of his home country, becoming a traitor sent back to his country.
Everything in between, everything that happened in the eight years of his treason, he hardly remembered.
This lack of key information made Gu Mang feel that many things at the moment were very strange and unexplainable, so he was also very troubled, and this hardship made him more cautious.
"..." Gu Mang pondered for a long time before he said to Mo Xi, "Thank you Xi and Jun for the relief."
Hearing his voice, Mo Xi's black eyes only moved at this moment, and his eyes fell on Gu Mang out of focus. After a long while, he said one word: "You..."
The throat is bitter, and the words spit out are also bitter, "...remember all?"
Gu Mang was silent for a while and said, "Not all of them. But...about the same."
"… "
"At least now, my mind is still clear and I am a normal person."
"Then... what happened in the mirror... you still... "
"Well." Gu Mang said, "I still remember."
Mo Xi was silent. He closed his eyelashes and his Adam's apple rolled. He seemed to want to keep his expression light and calm, but his lips were trembling slightly.
He closed his eyes and said in a harsh voice, "That's good."
His heart was in a mess, and his body was exhausted to the extreme. At this moment, Mo Xi was almost as weak and physically and mentally exhausted as he was when he collapsed in a pool of blood in the Dongting battle.
He didn't know how to face Gu Mang, so he murmured hoarsely, "That's good..."
After a while, he asked again, "...Are you going?"
"Um?"
"You wouldn't want to continue to be a prisoner in Chonghua. Before you didn't leave because you couldn't remember it, but now you remember it." Mo Xi said, "Are you planning to leave?"
Gu Mang was silent for a moment, then suddenly raised his hand and slightly tore his collar, revealing the black ring around his pale neck.
"… "
"Slave lock ring. You laid it for me."
Gu Mang looked at him: "I am your slave now, if you don't let me go, I will never be able to leave."
Mo Xi seemed to have been stabbed by his understatement, and his body swayed slightly. This is not only because he has just learned many secrets that he hadn't known before in the fantasy world, but his feelings for Gu Mang at this time are already complicated, but also because of Gu Mang's expression at this time—
He had seen many expressions on Gu Mang's face.
Brilliant, tolerant, pure, confused, sad, and distracted.
He thought that no matter whether Gu Mang was crying or laughing, angry or annoyed at this time, he would feel better, at least it would make him feel that Gu Mang was still a living person who could catch up, catch up, see and touch. on.
The only thing I was afraid of was Gu Mang's ruthlessness.
Gu Mang only showed such an indifferent face when he saw him a few times after treason. This kind of emotion suddenly involved Mo Xi in the darkest part of the past—Gu Mang, who was standing on the deck, carried a bayonet, and the blood-stained scarf flew in the air, telling him that nothing could be turned back.
Mo Xi wanted to speak, but the old scar on his chest hurt like a knife.
Or maybe it wasn't his scar that hurt, but that the organ under the scar was spasming, breaking into pieces bit by bit.
There were bursts of flowers in front of his eyes, and in a blur, he seemed to see a trace of sadness that could not be hidden in Gu Mang's blue eyes.
He was eager to see if the sadness was real, or an illusion caused by his obsession. So he moved on...
The legs, however, slumped forward as if filled with lead.
The severe colic in his lungs made him choked out a mouthful of blood, which made Gu Mang, who was caught off guard, instinctively reach out and hug him, just like when he was young when he called him Senior Brother Gu Mang.
Jiang Yexue said anxiously beside him: "He's not good anymore, you put him down, I have Yun Ling San. Give it to him quickly."
Mo Xi didn't care, he felt that his body was very light, and his soul seemed to break away from his body at any time. And he actually felt relieved in this dying feeling.
Perhaps he should have left on the Dongting Building that year. If the time is gone, there is no need to live and suffer for so many years.
He is not a man made of steel and iron. After living in the cracks for so long, he has almost been driven crazy.
No matter if he hurts Chonghua or Gu Mang, he will be in pain, and every word and every word he stabs Gu Mang will be in pain. Every time he told himself to hate Gu Mang and no longer be selfish, every time he reminded himself what Gu Mang had done and suffered over the years, every time he peeled off the past, it was like flesh and blood. It hurts! ! !
But he has to live.
Without him, the Northern Army was doomed to disintegrate.
He had to use his body, which had lost ten years of life, to carry an old image left by an old friend.
Without him, Gu Mang would still have to return to Luomei Bieyuan.
He has to use his mansion, which can no longer be reunited and full, to contain the ruins left by a hero.
Jiang Yexue's voice became more and more distant: "Mo Xi... wake up... Mo Xi..."
He was too tired. He looked at Gu Mang's blue eyes and wanted to raise his hand to touch it, but he couldn't even move his fingertips. He whispered, "It would be great if your... your eyes... were black."
If it was dark, I could lie to myself that none of this happened, it was just a ridiculous nightmare I had when we were garrisoned at the frontier.
I can still lie to myself, saying that when I wake up, you are still that young man with a bright smile and hope, and I can still listen to you by your side.
We are still in the station, each other's ranks are not high, and the military pay is so little. However, all the people you love, your brothers and sisters, and your acquaintances are not far away from you, I can hold your hand with all my sincerity, and look at you sideways with only love. Every inch of your line has sunlight lingering.
Mo Xi's eyes slowly closed.
Gu Mang, if your eyes were black... that would be great...
At that time, our only immediate concern was whether Lu Zhanxing would suddenly and recklessly open the tent curtain and break in.
At that time, I was still full of infinite fantasies and hopes for our future.
very nice.
Or, Mo Xi thought sadly, if he died in the battle of Dongting Lake, that would be good...
It is probably because he has suffered too much damage, and such a tough and stubborn person actually gave birth to such expectations at this moment.
Before he completely lost consciousness, the last movement Mo Xi heard was the sound of Yujian Jianming, followed by a voice as cold as jade, coming from a distance.
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"I just went to the top of the tower to save someone. What are you guys making a fuss about here?"