Remnants of Filth

The pain was like a crack in the ground, which exploded from the heart and spread to the whole body.

In Shi Yujian, Mo Xi knelt down on one knee, struggling to support it, but mammothed out blood.

The yin prison in front of him had been damaged, and only the blurry light and shadow remained, and perhaps the blurry was not the light and shadow, but his vision. Yu Jian was constantly robbing him of his spiritual flow, tearing his flesh and blood, the pain of souls and souls, and the torment of **, like a flood of seawater pouring into his lungs.

Yu Jian's cold voice sounded again, swirling in his ears.

"Jane is damaged and the pages are huge. If you insist on reading, you will be hit hard by flesh and blood ..."

Wrecked ...

What is a flesh wound? Something badly hurts more than the truth.

Obviously he is a loyal minister with a mission, but he must be buried deep in the dirt and mud.

Knowing all the truth, but to break the teeth and blood swallowed.

Obviously, I want to warm the fire in the world, but I will step out, step out, and crush it into ashes.

He just recognized a brother ...

Mo coughed up blood, pressed the broken throat and choked throat, and the eyelashes trembled together, and tears came out of his eyes, rolling down his cheeks—he almost collapsed. What was Gu Mang's mood then?

It was obvious that he had recognized an elder brother. In this life, he only shouted the elder brother, and he was sent to the gallows. He knows that his elder brother is innocent and wronged, but he cannot vindicate the truth.

When Gu Mang smiled and fell in love with Lu Zhanxing, how did he feel ...

What flesh and blood wounds in this world can hurt the sadness of being a spy?

Knowledge cannot speak, love cannot speak.

With both hands ... as a last resort, he was stained with the blood of the Paoze brothers.

Seeing the surrounding tiger and wolf demon raging on the land of his guardianship, he still laughed and said something good!

Hearing the cry of the people in the mother country, the cry of the baby, the wrath of the soldiers, but also wearing an indestructible mask, no tears, no tenderness and tenderness in the slightest hand, no hesitation and sorrow can be seen. .

What is it like ...

His Gu Mang, his brother Gu, and Chong Hua's Gu Shuai, are clearly those who will try to hold the scroll of the soldiers, muttering to remember every unknown soldier.

He was so gentle, so kind, so loved to laugh, so cherished and respected every life.

He once couldn't bear to hurt a small flower on the battlefield, but he had to pierce the living flesh with his knife in his hand—why wasn't he stinging his own heart! !!

Mo Xiyu coughed his blood, slowly moved his steps, and walked forward, surrounded by a chaotic darkness, only a distant end shining a cluster of gloom.

He knew it was the next memory that Shi Yujian carried.

He walked forward.

Each step was like the invisible hand tearing his lungs and staining him, madly grabbing blood and true elements from his body. His spiritual power had been devoured by Shi Yujian, but the light source was away from him. Still that far away.

Far away, it looks like Gu Mang, who is eight years old, carrying a dilapidated cloth bag and holding the head of a righteous brother. In the setting sun and dusk, he walks in the old lotus sorrowful lotus.

—— "Who has lost all the gold today, friends are hunting outliers for cooking. No one is good at congee at night, no sleep at night, and sings on the streets. Who can do two things in one's life without complaining about grandfather and mother? Ups and downs, the demon was born on the day of remorse. Now there is nothing to do, but diligently advise people to rest like me! "

It turns out ... that back is not the back of a traitor.

It's a farewell to a hero.

Gu Mang stood on the Zhonghua Bridge, glanced back at the gate of the Imperial City, and murmured that he knew he was going to fight an unsupported battle, and he was going to a flesh-and-blood bureau.

He knew he was going to hell.

He said softly.

Then carefully drew the only entanglement that his native land could give him—the old crying flower cake that had been soaked in cold, and he bowed his head and walked to his dead 70,000 brothers.

Gu Mang ... Gu Mang ...

Can you stop? Okay ... why can't I catch up with you ...

Ink went out step by step towards the light source, tears rolled down his face, and the darkness around him seemed to have countless reflections dancing, laughing at him and cursing him for putting the pieces in the past. The vicious thrust back into his blood.

"traitor!"

"Do you know how dirty you are ..."

"What you want is revenge! For your ambitions, for your comrades-in-arms, for your way out, you don't care if other people have more blood!"

no……

no.

Don't scold him, don't scold him. He is innocent ...! !! !!

Mo Xiji was going crazy by the crazy reflection in the darkness. Yu Jian couldn't even feel the pain of his heartache. He just wanted to be able to get back into the river of time and tell his past, no. The truth is not so.

Gu Mang ... never thought of revenge, never ambition.

He just wanted to keep the 70,000 monuments and the final dignity of their brothers.

He just wanted to see that after the snowfall of Zhonghua, Jiangshan was able to spit green and peach blossoms were red on both sides. He just wanted to ... he just wanted to see the fair and peaceful world that King Shang had given him on the golden platform. They can take root and sprout on their bodies that have been trampled on ashes. They can see that the new one replaces the old one, Fang Fei replaces blood, correct error, and joy replaces sadness.

He just wanted to see that regardless of the origin of the hero, the martyr's tombstone could finally have a pot of sake and a piece of peace.

Where did he have the slightest hate ...

He just wanted to take his brother home.

Mo Xi took his steps and walked step by step toward the shadows and shadows—as if every step he took, he could get closer to the Gu Shuai who was eight years ago.

It hurts ...

The flow of spirits was drained, and he did not stop. Jade simply took the power in his spiritual core, and seemed to split his heart. But he didn't feel the heartbreaking pain, he wanted to ...

The only thought was tears like rain.

He wondered if Gu Mang had such a taste when the spirit core was destroyed.

In fact, his little brother, who was very painful, very soft, and easy to cry, was 10% or 20% more painful than he is now. It was so painful, but also suffered the same white eyes and misunderstandings. No one cared about him, no one took care of him, and no one knew what he had paid.

No one knows what the smirking Gu Shuai looked like when he turned around and left Chonghua.

"Gu Mang ..." In such an effort, Mo Xi had a hallucination.

He saw Gu Man, wearing a heavy Huajun dress, came out in that faint light. He smiled, followed by the landing star, and the phantoms of the brothers who died in his battle. Zhao Shengwei and Luo Xiaochuan ... Around him. Gu Mang looked very happy, cleaner than any time Mo Mo had ever seen, must be handsome, and must have a spirit.

Mo went to them, Gu Mang seemed to see him, and there was a moment of surprise in the black eyes. At the end of the long eyes, he smiled brightly. He smiled openly, without eyebrows. A little bit of pain and haze. He reached out to Moxi and said, "Sister, don't cry, it's okay ..."

"Look, this is the dream of my life. I hope that one day, whether it is Chonghua, or this self-cultivation continent, it will become the right look. You do n’t laugh at me being too naive, too ideal, I know things will always It ’s getting better and better, like flowers will bloom, rain will stop, winter will pass ... My Princess, you have to believe me. When will your brother Gu Mang cheat you? "

——That was what he said when he was lying on the beach by the riverside with the young man Mo Xi.

Tears came from the earth, wet cheeks.

Flowers will bloom, rain will stop, and winter will pass.

You have to believe me.

Your Royal Highness.

Because ... if you don't believe me ...

The light suddenly darkened, Gu Mang's figure was blurred, the military dress became snow-white slave clothes, and a black ring was hooked around the neck. Lu Zhanxing and their phantoms were scattered and withered like snow flakes behind him.

Gu Man knelt down in the dark night, his hands were stained with blood, and he curled up like an orphan.

If you don't believe me, I'm really just fighting alone.

I really only have one person.

Believe me ...

The figure shrinks and shrinks, becoming more and more shy. Mo Xi suddenly went mad at him like a mad man, and said suddenly--

"Gu Mang !!"

Gu Mang.

I believe in you ... I believe the flower you said will bloom, the rain will stop, and winter will pass ... Could you come back, can you go down a dark road.

Thirty-three years.

His brother Gu was a slave for more than 20 years, a traitor for five years, and a captive for three years.

Count it down, you haven't even spent a good day.

At this time, Mo went out to understand thoroughly, in fact Gu Mang had never considered it for himself. Never thought about the flowers blooming, the rain stopped, and the winter passed, where would he be a man full of dirt and blood.

And he had once said to such a selfless and unwilling leader--

"You don't care about the blood of more people!"

Where does Gu Mang be indifferent to the blood of more people?

When he was forced to kill the first Chonghua innocent people.

I'm afraid he has buried himself in his heart.

The beam of light and shadow at the end of Yu Jian shook, and Gu Man got up and walked farther and farther away. He couldn't catch up. He began to hear Jiang Yexue's voice seeming to come across the mountains and seas, calling him:

"Ink goes out! Ink goes out!"

"..."

"Wake up quickly! If you continue to do so, your spirit core will break !! Mo ink out !!!"

The phantom of Gu Mang in Yujian stopped suddenly, and he turned his head: "Ink goes out ... don't chase it."

The white, thin clothes fluttered gently in the wind, and the dark black hair dangled from his thin cheek. For so many years, from a general with a response to a traitor everyone shouted, he has lost a lot of weight and stunned a lot. He is no longer healthy and even the color of his pupils has changed.

But the eyes that have experienced countless lives and deaths, blood, and countless secrets and sorrows are still so bright, gentle, and the deepest pain is hiding the toughest hope.

Gu Mang said: "Don't chase. Everyone has their own way. I have already chosen the one I want to take ... that is not a good way to go. But I know it is right."

"Gu Mang ..."

"It's right, so I don't regret it."

The wind blows, and Gu Mang's clothes are flying, and gradually the whole person is blown away like a crushed petal. Gu Mang finally smiles at him, the smile is as bright as the first golden yellow in spring Winter jasmine, bravely pierced through the snow of winter.

As if to say, you see, I didn't lie to you.

Spring will come.

Spring is here.

A sudden burst of strong force pushed him out of the darkness-the phantom of Gu Mang in Yu Jian was still in sight, and he had not disappeared, and he had completely returned to Jiang Yexue's mansion.

He didn't return to his mind, and the blood flew from the cracked flesh from the corner of his lips, but he didn't feel the pain. He heard Jiang Yexue calling him anxiously, and conveying the spiritual power for him.

But nothing was felt.

He opened his eyes wide and never blinked. He was afraid that the blink of an eye would completely dissipate the tears, and tears flowed down his blood-stained face and into his hair.

"Ink extinguished ..." After a glance, the spiritual power was exhausted, and the spiritual core that had been destroyed by Gu Mang was on the verge of criticality. Jiang Yexue couldn't help but choke up. Why is it ... "

Mo Xi did not answer, as if the soul had died.

It took a long time for him to move his lips and gently pull his hand back from Jiang Yexue's palm.

"Ink goes out ...?"

Mo Xi was struggling. He already looked like this. I don't know what supported him. He even struggled to get out of bed, struggled to stand up, and walked towards the door.

Jiang Yexue saw that he was on the verge of collapse, but still insisted on moving forward, and the ground was as white as paper: "Where are you going?"

"..." Mo paused and said, "Go home."

He is going home to meet Gu Mang ... he is going back to tell the truth about Gu Mang who has actually restored his memory ... he is going back to ...

He had to rush back, and rush back to say that he would wait for me eight years ago.

I would like to add you eight years later.

Sorry……

I won't leave you alone.

Either darkness or stigma, I spend with you, I carry with you ...

"He's no longer at Hehe House!" A sound of wailing sounded like thunder.

Ink turned back dimly.

Jiang Yexue's face was even worse. It seemed that he was not sure or not, but in the end he still gritted his teeth and said, "... When you read the book, Murong Ping came.

"..."

"Gu Mang has been taken away by the surgeon."

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