Remnants of Filth

At the same time, Zhonghua Swirler.

"Elder Zhou!"

"See Elder Zhou!"

Zhou He is a very strict person, he has good dressing habits. Outside, he wears his family's uniform, but as long as he returns to the sorcerer's desk, no matter how important things are waiting for him to do, he will first go to the more room to change the robes of the sorcerer's desk-actually At his position, there wasn't a lot of people to compare when he was in formal clothes, but Zhou He was not.

He must wear the robes of a master monk.

Each armament of Chonghua has a costume that can represent their functions. The most sought after boys are the black slim uniforms of the military aircraft department, narrow sleeves, lapels, gold buckles at the edges, and golden spikes at the placket. The girl's favorite is the coat of Shennongtai, the green and blue silk robe made of peacock silk thread, smoked with agarwood, and covered with a plain yarn cicada.

In contrast, the dressing table is not so good-looking, there is only one stand-up collar white shirt with narrow sleeves, and there is nothing special.

In this regard, some people interpreted Zhou He's obsession with the robe as a slight obsessive-compulsive disorder, while others said that he was because of some superstition and different opinions.

In fact, the reason why Zhou He must change clothes is simple:

He liked his errand, and he felt an inexplicable sense of ritual every time he took a task, and putting on a robe must be the beginning of this ritual.

He was about to enjoy the carnival that obsessed him.

"Elder Zhou, the trial maggots and magic instruments have been prepared. The trial body has also been brought to Shura, and the current situation is very stable."

Zhou He was walking along the long gangway while debugging the steel claw finger cuff that he was wearing with his left hand. He heard the words stupefying: "Very stable? How stable?"

The attendant nodded and said, "No overreaction, very calm."

Zhou He didn't say a word immediately, and half a moment whispered, "It's really the legendary 'Altar of Beasts.'"

The Shura Room on the stage was built underground. When the Zhou He approached, the iron chain of the gate retracted by itself, and the stone gate carved with the image of Xingtian opened slowly from left to right.

A stinging frost cold spewed out from the gap of the open stone door.

The guard standing on the left and right of Shimen salutes Zhou He, and then shakes off a sable sable already ready to put on the elder, but Zhou He raises his hand wearing a finger cot, indicating that it is unnecessary. Just walked in.

The Shura Room is a cold room about 5 feet wide and wide. Since most trials need to be performed in cold places, the inner wall of the Shura Room is made of Kunlun icy ice, and the soles of the four walls are covered with ice. At first glance, it seems to have entered the mirror palace in the mythology.

Gu Mang is meditating with eyes closed in the center of Shura.

Zhou He walked over and looked at this man with interest-he has been exposed to many trials since he was elder, most of them do n’t even enter Shura, they were scared when they were pushed into the gate of the warlock. Sift through the sifter and urinate. And like Gu Man, who is all right, he has never seen it before.

This person is silly and thorough, so don't know what he will face next? It is the black demon smelt of the kingdom that gives this mortal what ability, such as fear of pain, fear of life and death ... all these. That should be interesting to dissect.

Zhou He became more and more emotional. He reached out the tip of his tongue and licked his lips, and his long fingers pressed on the "Falcon" around his waist.

Perhaps because this person's identity is good, the response is too special, so the elders who have always been used to seeing the trial body as a livestock are actually the first time in their lives-they are a little curious about the subject of the analysis. He couldn't help thinking, what was Gu Man thinking at this time?

And Gu Mang seemed to have glimpsed his inner questioning, slowly opened his eyes, and his blue eyes looked at him. Spit out a word.

"cold."

cold?

Is this the only thought?

Zhou He stared at those blue eyes and seemed to want some more exciting emotions from inside.

but.

How could it be. As long as Gu Mang doesn't want to, how can Zhou He discover his true emotions—who is Gu Mang?

Undercover King King.

An eight-year spy agent lurking in Laos. Carrying countless misunderstandings, accusations, insults, human life, self-blame, but still gritted his teeth and insisted on walking all the way to the dark Gu Shuai.

At that time, he joined the enemies, and the other party did not dare to trust him at first. He tried and tried all kinds of poisonous methods, which could not pry out a secret from his mouth. How could Zhou He do it.

"It doesn't matter." Zhou He said, "you won't care about this cold for a while."

He said no, raised his hand, knuckled a little, and the followers who cooperated with the trial looked at the order and entered Shura. Zhou Hedao: "Get started."

Gu Man lifted his eyelashes and, through the thick long eyelashes, watched the array of monk desk monks in the white gown that month. Those people were dragging a wooden tray with daggers, maggots, magic weapons, and medicine in them. The dagger is used to cut the flesh, the maggots and the magic weapon are used for the trial of the black demon. The wound medicine is very expensive. The top grade Tianxiang continues to expose, and you can hang him in a crisis.

There was a white bandage in the tray of the monk closest to him, and Gu Man knew that it was not for bandaging, but for cushioning his teeth to prevent himself from biting his tongue.

Gu Man closed his eyes.

In his existing memory, this is the second time in his life that he has witnessed such a battle.

The first time was in Laos-yes, although Spacetime Mirror did not return all his treasonous memories, but perhaps because it was too painful, this paragraph is exceptional-

At that time, he buried Lu Zhanxing's head on the shore of Soul Summon Abyss, and then, following discussions with the monarch, the pretense was forced to run out of power and turned against the country.

The hall of Lao Kingdom is covered with golden red bricks and stones. The whole hall is like a fire burning, and the palaces are full of martial arts and spirits like monsters and demons. The young king was sitting on a high throne wearing a cormorant. He was only a sixteen or seven-year-old child. He couldn't hold back the flurry of demons under his seat. The real one was the one standing next to the king. Man with gold cover.

State teacher of Laos.

Gu Mang remembered that he was kneeling on one knee, and bowed his head to present his name—a volume of mysteries created by Zhonghua for nearly 100 years to create the jade slip.

Although it has been discussed with the king, the most important techniques have been stripped, but this scroll is still one of the most important secrets of the state. When the ministers of the kingdom of Guo looked at all the eyes of this jade Jane, their eyes were all bright, and even Jun could not help narrowing his neck and showing his happy face.

Only the Chinese teacher himself chuckled out through the gold mask with a crooked eyebrow: "Gu Shuai, don't talk about the gift first, let's talk about why you want to rebel against China."

Gu Mang filled the indignation after Feng Mingshan's defeat with the monarchs of the kingdom of Chen, saying that when the righteous brother was beheaded, he burst into tears and choked.

In fact, before he went to Lao Country, many people in Lao Country got the wind. They have all heard about Gu Mang's various experiences after Feng Mingshan's defeat. At this time I saw it with my own eyes, and with such a jade stealing the country, the suspicion on him weakened a lot.

Gu Mang finally said: "I also tried my best to experience the shame of Hua Guozhu. Rather than staying in Chonghua and being humiliated, it is better to make general choices with Hua Guozhu and renounce Zhonghua."

Hua Po An is the founding prince of the kingdom of Lu. Who is there who does not know the similarities between Hua Po An and Gu Mang?

Xun Jun was persuaded at the moment, his voice was shaking slightly, and there was uncontrollable excitement in it: "Qing and Qing are so aware, then ..."

Generally speaking, I suddenly felt that the moment I was getting worse, I could not help but shut my mouth, and looked at the teacher next to me, but smiled at the teacher. Xun Jun's cold sweat instantly soaked through the heavy shirt, swallowed his throat, and said quickly: "That's where everybody listens to the opinions of the teacher!"

The teacher then squinted his eyes, smiled and turned his head around the sleeves, and said to the kneeling Gu Mang: "The prestige of General Gu's altar beast is like thundering ears. The return of the beast is naturally God ’s good fortune. , Great joy. It's just ... "

The voice gradually weakened, and the Master opened his smiling eyes, a pair of slender eyes, looking at Gu Mang through the gold-faced digging hole, and the cold light was splashing inside.

"It's just, Gu Shuai." Guo Shidao, "Do you know what the first thing the Hua Guozhu did after he betrayed Zhonghua?"

"..."

Gu Mang stared at those dreary cold narrow eyes, which gave birth to the pain of being bitten by a poisonous snake. I only saw the teacher smiling, but no smile under his black eyes--

"Hua Guozhu found a few of his personal deadpools and asked them to tie him up. It took him three days and three nights to disperse his enchanted mantra and dissect it as much as possible ... The dark demon's breath. In order to show that in his life, whether with Chonghua or Shen Tang, his mentor, he should be justified. "

With every word he said, the fierceness and cruelty in his eyes increased.

In the end, the golden mask seemed to be melted through by his pronounced evil, and almost the very vicious face behind the mask could be seen.

The Chinese teacher Senran smiled and said, "Gu Shuai, if you are willing to follow in the footsteps of the flower lord, what is the name of the vote you should offer-you should be very clear?"

...

In the end, Gu Mang was escorted to the state-of-the-art soul quenching room.

That's very similar to the Zhonghua Scenic Table. It's also the same Xuanbing Cold Room, the same moon-white gown, and even the tray on which the maggot dagger gauze is loaded.

The interrogation and re-quenching took place simultaneously and lasted for three days and nights.

In the past three days and three nights, his back was fleshed along the spine, and the devouring maggots were put deep into the wound. Ten million lines of maggots spread along the muscle blood vessels, and the heavy Chinese spell will be cast. The spirit flow of the meridian was picked one by one, confused, and his lungs were turned upside down.

And that teacher, always sitting on the rosewood sandal chair in the soul quenching room, leaned his legs, folded his hands on his knees, and looked at him leisurely.

In his pain, in his sorrow, and in the midst of his death, the drooling flesh and blood blur the liver and heart, he gently asked him: "Gu Shuai. Don't you regret it later?"

"From white to black, from black to white, it's not the same. You have to think clearly. Once you are filled with the black demon flow ... the 27 states of Kyushu, only the Lao state can keep them. is you."

"Do you really hate Chonghua so much?"

Gu Mang was soaked with his own blood, but it wasn't a big deal. The most painful thing he suffered was the filigree of the crab's claws deep into his flesh.

Among those intricate steel wires, there must have been tempered vomiting power. As soon as he lied, the steel wires all over his body erected spikes, and hundreds of millions of small spines instantly exploded in his flesh and blood and almost shattered his entire life! !!

Gu Mang's eyes were already blurred, blood, tears, sweat ... everything.

He heard the teacher of Lao Guo wonderingly: Do you really hate them?

Hate to oppose them at all, hate to oppose them for life.

Gu Mang's throat was convulsing and he was about to vomit. He dropped his head and almost made a choked smile. He said, "Yeah, I hate it too much, I hate it too deeply ..."

Steel thorns are rooted like bones, shaking like a sieve.

Chonghua's altar beast, but still can bite his mouth, saying nothing, seeing nothing. I can still bear the severe pain in my body and mind, and my lips are trembling with spitting words.

Yes.

I hate.

I do not regret.

My Gu Mang and Jiu Huan were righteous, I Gu Mang ... Rebellion into the country, loyal to the country, in order to avenge blood, revenge, fall into magic, and never regret it.

Yongzhi ... don't regret ...

The muddy blood and tears shed, and his face was crisscrossed. He was tortured to madness, unkempt, and laughed sadly like a ghost. He didn't know how he held his teeth, but every time he couldn't hold it, he tried his best to remember the past scenes.

He thought of King Shang saying to him on the golden stage, Gu Shuai, please believe in loneliness, loneliness in this life, you have never, and will never, treat you as a weed, a slave.

He thought of Lu Zhanxing and said to him, Man, you can go down. Any choice you make, your brother Lu will be happy for you.

He thought of Mo out ...

The ink is off.

The thought of this name was a pain in the heart.

He remembered the summer breeze blowing when Mo Xi first saw it, remembered the clear eyes when Mo Xi crossed his face, and remembered Mo Xi's first smile and sad look when he finally separated.

More than ten years.

He is not without heart. He is not without impulse. He wants to sacrifice Mo's request, and believes that they can really cross the gap and have a lifetime.

but……

They still ca n’t fight the sky, they ca n’t fight.

His Royal Highness, his little master, what would he look like after he knew he was treason? You should hate him.

If you hate him, that's fine.

Don't be so impulsive, don't be foolish, go against Man Chao Wenwu and be willing to protect him or something ... don't do it ...

The ink is off.

Sorry. Your brother, really, really loves you.

Every sentence I used to love you and every wish is true.

Every sentence I hate you in the future, every taunt, is false.

Don't you, don't regret it because you weren't by my side when my brother treason, and you couldn't persuade me to stubbornly stubbornly stubbornly for the last time.

because……

Gu Mang's tears rolled silently down his face, and sweat and blood crisscrossed the fragmented, almost human-like face.

Because the person who managed to divert you to the border and delay your return is not the king at all ...

The person who made that suggestion was actually me!

it's me……

I'm weak, I dare not let you watch me go, I dare not listen to your advice and look at your sad eyes again. I'm afraid you can't go without looking at me.

Sorry, I have to travel, I must go-I'm sorry, I chose Chonghua in the end, chose my brothers, chose this path, and left you.

Sorry……

There was blood flowing down his forehead, all the way into his eyes, so Qing Jun's side face suddenly slipped along his tears, and the ink disappeared. He saw the fire and defeat of Feng Mingshan in a blur of scarlet. See the rivers and rivers liver and brain. Seeing those who had been sitting with him, drinking with him on a snowy night, advancing with him and talking to him about the rice, oil and salt, the spirit of Jiangshan looked back at him across the river.

Gu Mang gave birth to a strong hallucination, as if he was immersed in the vast Minghe River, desperate to rush past, and desperately wanted to grab the hand of any one of them—

Wait for me.

Wait for me, I'm here, I'll take you home, I'll take you back.

But at this moment, a sudden pain came from the cheekbones and cheekbones, and the claw hooks that fit the bones of his spine had absorbed all the rejuvenation spells on his body, turned away from his flesh and exposed. Suddenly pumped back on the bones-! !! !!

"what……!!"

Seventy thousand robes, innocent souls, the future of hope.

It was in this fierce tear that turned into nothingness ... The black demon spirit power was mixed with the blood of the wolf demon and poured into him.

The faces of the brightly smiling robe brothers in his eyes drifted away in the scarlet ...

Gu Meng choked.

He knew that he would never be able to return to the past.

Never again ...

He knew he could never return to them.

"Oh ..." The teacher seized his face in a timely manner, stretched out his thumb and rubbed the **** and tear-stained, dirty face, and whispered softly, "Gu Shuai. Have you felt heartache? Sorry for your bright and upright motherland That's how it was stripped? "

Gu Mang was convulsed and trembled. His ** was not strong. He was very painful and painful. He didn't want to pull up the nails when he got a barb. He was sick and didn't even want to drink medicine. .

But the soft body does not necessarily carry the same soft soul. Gu Man lifted his eyes, his eyes were red, and he said dumbly, "No."

"..." The National Teacher stared at his eyes rather unexpectedly, but did not see any shaking or deception in those black eyes.

Gu Mang's soft lips trembled, he whispered weakly, but stubbornly: "I don't regret it, I want revenge ..." With tears in his eyes, he dropped his face sullenly, mourning with almost hissing, "Revenge! !!! "

The expression of the Master was finally shaken.

He released his hand holding Gu Mang's chin, slowly lifted it aside, and flexed, "Come."

The attendant at the side saw the instructions from the teacher and immediately said, "Hear the teacher's dispatch!"

The state teacher said: "Tang the black magic curse of Lao Guo-all on his bone."

"Yes!"

After he had said this, he raised his hand, as if he had recognized a certain status, and covered those blood-stained hands on the top of Gu Mang's hair, rubbing them.

"Gu Shuai, do you know what this means." There is an elusive light and shadow flowing in the dark brown pupil of the teacher, "This means that in your life, even if you lose your memory, even if you break your bones or bones, Squinting your tongue, as long as there is a bone in your body, you will be swayed by the black magic spell. You can never get rid of it. "

"What you can and will use, carved into the bones, will always be our dirty spells cast aside by the world, and you will never forget."

He finished, grinned white-fang canine, and smiled.

"Congratulations, Gu Shuai. You are from China."

...

Vision changes, dreams awaken.

The face covered with the golden mask disappeared, replaced by Zhou He's frowning face. Zhou He provoked Gu Mang's chin with the tip of a falcon: "What are you thinking?"

Gu Mang said nothing.

He didn't know if he was an accountable past general, but at least since then he has been a dedicated agent.

Despite the fragmentation of his memory, he has many confusions.

But he kept his secret all the time.

Whether it is to the country of Lao, to Lu Zhanxing, or to Mo. He kept the truth that he should never mention.

From this point of view, his spy is at least not a failure so far.

Zhou He was probably offended by his silence, and said eeriely: "I'll see how long you can hold up."

The mantra light array lit up, flying locks came out on all sides, clasping Gu Meng's limbs and neck.

Zhou He commanded left and right: "Let's get started."

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