Remnants of Filth

Split the soul and make the key.

Like a nightmare, still floating in purgatory.

Moxi didn't even know how it all went step by step.

He seems to be dead.

He seemed to see his soul float to the top of the tent, glancing down at the two people in the tent. He saw all that he had done and watched Gu Mang's blood flow continuously from the wounds in his chest during the soul capture, but the young man who had been dissected by the soul had been telling him that it was okay, okay .

Many years ago, Brother Gu told him with a smile in front of the bonfire, hoping that Kyushu would be leveled up, everyone would be fair, and he would go to the soup and break his bones.

Now I want to come, just like a curse.

The key finally condensed, it looked like a sapphire finger, was held out by Mo, and tremblingly entrusted to Gu Mang's palm. Then he healed Gu Man's scars and wiped the mottled blood with all his healing methods. The tears, like broken beads, rolled down drop by drop, and finally dipped into the blood.

Gu Mang couldn't help coughing, so that he should pass out of his soul, but he kept trying to keep his clear eyes wide and staring at Mo Xi's face without blinking.

He knew that he had lost both souls, and that his last memories and intellects would soon fall apart, and the pain was to him the taste he had been accustomed to, the moment he went on a mission with the mission of a spy, I've been learning something.

He can bear it, and watch his brother Mo more clearly for a while-he knows his whole life and is selfless, that is to himself. But he turned off Mo, but he was always selfish. He dedicated all his blood, life, and even souls to the Qingping world that he longed for, and Mo Xi always left his wounds apart.

Perhaps only at this moment, he, who was about to lose his memory six years ago, and Mo Mo, who was about to leave here six years later, would have the sincerity and tranquility that they could never have hoped for in a lifetime.

Mo Xi was still trying to heal the scar that had been cut on his chest. Gu Mang held his hand, and a smile appeared on his pale face. He said, "No need to waste any effort ... Rest assured, I will be fine . "

"Did you know that Mo goes out, I can't easily die ... Do you think that Jun Jun has not tried to kill me? Do you think Jun has never tried to assassinate me?"

"They didn't kill me, not because they said that I had changed too much and didn't know what the consequences would be after they died. They tried it long ago, but ... all ... keke ... all failed. They knew very well that I was fused with Blood Warcraft, and only when it died, I would die with it, so ... "He paused and gasped," Master, you don't need to heal me anymore ... "

"Speak with me for a while ... I just want to talk to you again ... OK ... OK?"

Mo Xi took his **** hand out and put it against his cheek, half a moment, choked and said, "Okay."

Gu Mang laughed. When he laughed, he always had a vigor and wildness, even at this time.

Moxi said hoarsely: "What do you want to talk about?"

"Actually nothing ..."

Gu Man looked up at the top of the tent, where a small starry sky was revealed.

"Just ... I just want to say sorry to you. Mo Xi, am I ... Are you ... too selfish? I didn't tell you too much truth, and you ..."

"And you have always been heartbreaking at me ..."

Mo Xi shook his head and said, "I know your last resort."

I know how difficult it is for you as a spy to float between true and false.

Gu Man turned his head to the side, and Mo Xi saw a clear tear mark flowing across his eyes: "... brother ..."

He reached out and wanted to touch Mo Xi's face, but he didn't have much energy. So Mo Xi took his hand, kissed him, and brought it to his cheek.

Gu Mang looked at him for a while, his eyes were always red.

They haven't talked to each other for a long time, but they have understood everything.

Gu Mangong closed his eyes, tears rolling down suddenly.

"I'm too cruel to you after all ..."

Mo Xi choked and said, "You are compelled, and I ... I am willing."

"I know you have your own dream, I know what you are thinking ..." Mo Xi softly said, "You have tried your best to do a good job ... It is us ... we can't fight the sky ..."

Gu Mang didn't say a word.

He stared blankly at the little starry sky for a while.

For a moment, he asked, "But I've been fighting ... with heaven ..."

"I know……"

"We didn't fight, did they fight?"

Mo extinguished for a moment: "What?"

"The brothers who strangled Fengmingshan ... have fought?" Gu Mang opened his wet eyes and looked at him wryly, "Did they all ... have been vindicated ..."

The voice was lighter: "Show him, did he ... have also been vindicated ..."

Mo Xi understood what he meant, but it didn't make him feel good. He squeezed his hands tightly, kissed his face sideways, and couldn't help nodding.

"Yes, you took them home ... they didn't call you Gu Shuai, Lu Zhanxing ... and never ..." Mo slowed down, and his extreme grief blocked his throat. Then, "Never ... by the wrong brother ..."

"You know we are going to worship ...?"

Mo shed her tearful eyelashes and responded lowly.

"Sorry, I haven't treated him well."

Gu Mang suddenly smiled. His smile was very real. He looked very different from the old days except that he had no blood on his face.

"It doesn't matter, Zhanxing actually likes you ... he doesn't hate you, I know." He paused, "What about Murong Mercy ... Murong Mercy? Has he done himself any worse?"

"No……"

Gu Mang seemed to be relieved again.

In the end, his clear eyes looked at Mo Xi intently, with some caution, and almost disturbedly inquired: "Mo Xi, in the past few years, when I lost my memory ... Did it make you miserable?"

"..."

"I make you feel bad, right?"

The color in those eyes was about to break into a sadness in a lake and a sea. Mo Xi looked at the bright and withered face, and the star in Gu Mang's eyes would go out-how would he wish?

He said, "No."

"really?"

"Yeah." He choked and laughed. He wanted to re-ignite the stars in the other person's eyes. He said, "It's true, even if you lose your soul, you have no memory, you are right to me ... you are right I'm still good ... never, never make me uncomfortable ... all true. "

"In my heart, you have always been a very nice person?"

Mo Xi said: "It's always been."

Perhaps because he saw the hesitation in Gu Mang's expression, Mo Xi wanted to comfort him, so he said, "You remember me a bit ... I left it for you and thought, and stayed with you, so you didn't take me completely forget."

He said, in order to prove what it is, he wanted to find out what tokens to hand over to Gu Mang.

But he came down from the battlefield, except for a reversing stone that must be taken away from his body. He was at a loss, and suddenly he felt something soft on his fingertips. He took a look at the moonlight and suddenly he caught it.

What he touched was a bag for reversing stones.

He was anxious to return to the past, took Jiang Fuli's bag and never looked at it at this time, but looked at it, but saw the bag of gold embroidered with a thousand miles of clouds, silver threads embroidered for thousands of miles, mountains and rivers, with red stone agate underneath.

This turned out to be ... this turned out to be ...

Distant memories are sounded at this moment, and when Luomei Bieyuan meets again, this is the bag that Gu Mang is stubbornly guarding!

When he first saw the fabric, he was so angry, because Gu Mang held it, and said to him, "Someone is good to me."

He gave this bag to me.

Under his sorrow, Mo Xi's blood became cold at once. He suddenly understood the arrangement of fate, and was sad and sad.

His throat was bitter, and he tried hard to bear it, so that he didn't let himself fall into tears again. It turned out ... It turned out that the one he had been jealous of giving to Mang Xiang sachet was himself.

Gu Man who has not forgotten after losing his memory ...

He himself!

It has always been him, only he ...

"what happened to you?"

"... Nothing, nothing." Mo extinguished his sorrowful sorrow, carefully, using a trembling finger to unpack the sachet around his waist, and put it in Gu Mang's palm.

Gu Mang looked at it and laughed: "This is the token? I just rely on it, I don't remember anything, remember you?"

"……Yes."

"Then I ... leave you a token."

Gu Mang said, groping on himself, but what would happen to a prisoner? What he finally found out was nothing more than two small white coins.

Gu Mang urged a small amount of spiritual power, wrote his name on one of the shell coins, and handed it to Mo Xi: "Here you are, no matter what you will face after returning, I will accompany you. "

Then, he wanted to write Mo Xi's name on another shell coin, and wanted to collect it by himself.

But he soon thought that he was about to face Mu Rongci, Mu Rongchen, and the harshest torture of Chonghua. He couldn't carry a piece of shell coin with the name of ink on it, so he wrote to half After completing only one "fire", without stopping the word "interest", he stopped.

He carefully put the white shell coin into the bag and said, "That's enough."

He laughed. "I will remember you."

...

At this point, Mo Xie all the questions about the bag has finally subsided.

And the sorrowful waves finally fell down like heaven and earth--

Mo Xi remembered that before Gu Mang passed away, he once again opened the bag that Gu Mang treasured. At that time, he saw the shell in the bag.

The shell was mottled and a fire character was written.

At that time he was obstructed in his heart and couldn't help asking: "Who gave it to you?"

Gu Mang said, I don't know.

Just remember, that was a person who was important to him.

"The ink is off ..." Gu Man looked at his expression, raised his hand, and patted his shoulder gently.

He knows that there is not much time left for him to be clear, and he also knows that the time when Mo Xi returns to the future is getting closer and closer. He can feel the gradual chaos of his consciousness, and he can also see that Mo Xi ’s body is slightly moving. With the light, little by little began to become transparent.

This was another farewell between them. He tried to comfort him as before, to inspire the hero who was about to return to the battlefield. In fact, they were both the same. They only wanted to have a home and become a couple There is nothing that wants to make a name for itself.

The reason why I chose to be a hero is not because I feel irritating, glorious, or something great.

It's because they have tasted too much bitterness and parting, and they don't want others to experience such pain, that's all.

"The ink is off, go back."

Gu Mang said to him softly, and lowered his hand again, clasped Mo Xi's fading fingers, and shook his hands as hard as he could.

No one answered him, just when he thought that Mo Xi may have been affected by the reversing stone, and began to return to the future, and could no longer hear his words, but suddenly found that his shoulder was shaking slightly.

Gu Mang said dumbly, "Master ..."

Moxi did not speak, as if there was any extremely important flame of life extinguished in his body.

For a moment, his figure became so dim and confused, and coincided with the lonely young man who entered the barracks many years ago. At that time, the Mohist was out of shape and the future was uncertain.

At the time, except Gu Mang, no one wanted to contaminate the stains of his family.

No one had given that lost boy, even a smiley face.

Gu Mang wanted to hold Mo Xi again for a moment, and told him that it was okay, he was still there and would not leave. But he soon knew that he no longer had the right to say this sentence. Mo dies in the future and has lost his brother Gu Mang.

There is no one else who can fight the world with him and join hands together.

"Sorry……"

Mo closed his eyes and closed his eyes, then shook his head. He was not a lover of words. He was clumsy and honest, and often could not say anything satisfying. He just understood him so clumsily, understood him, respected him, and tolerated him.

In the end, he silently picked up the little shell that Gu Mang had given himself, in the placket, the place closest to the heart.

Keep it.

After doing this, he thought about getting up, thinking upright and calm like every time he had parted. But in the end, he didn't do it. He walked, as if he had broken his ribs, crushed his heart, and removed his lungs ... He was choked by excessive heartache, and buried himself slowly, Finally, in this past, where nothing can be changed, in this defeated endgame, he finally wept silently.

His relationship with Gu Mang lasted nearly two decades, but because of the respect of the nobles and slaves, because of the contradiction between the spies and the generals, because of gender, because of morality, because of such and other reasons, they were always disrespected, always Are all in the dark, without commitment. In the end, Gu Mang even chose to sacrifice himself and did not return to him-but Mo Xi knew that Gu Mang had indeed loved him for nearly half his life.

As an imperial spy, Gu Shuai has exhausted almost all his blood and life in order to keep these secrets, and the only remaining temperature, the broken time, the sincerity, he gave to Mo Xi.

Gu Mang's affection for him is not inferior to the loyalty, affection, and selflessness of any person in the world to his partner.

But his lover, the one he loves, because of the identity of the spy, even in the end, dare not, can't, write down one, even quietly write down a complete name to stay with him.

In the bag that traveled through time and space, there was only one shell of coins that said "fire".

That was the only token between them.

Other than that, there is nothing more.

They wanted to say something to each other, but at this moment, Mo Shi suddenly felt a faint black before his eyes, the mana of the reverse stone reached the extreme, and it was hot in his hands.

He couldn't help but call him for the last time: "Gu Mang ...!"

Gu Man looked at him quietly, with tears in his blue eyes, but smiling.

At the last moment when he lost his consciousness, Mo Xi heard the rapid footsteps outside his account, and the voice of the disciples: "Wang Shujun!"

"Welcome to Shu Jun!"

He knew that he was about to leave, and Murong Tse would come in at this moment. The rotation of life and death was still running cruelly according to the established trajectory, and he was about to return to the Blood Sea battlefield six years later.

Reversing Stone is a god's hoax to mortals. Nothing has changed in the past.

The last moment he left, he saw Gu Man raising his hand and sticking the shell with half of his name on the placket, the blood-wet, closest to the heart.

Gu Man looked at him and didn't speak, but those eyes had already expressed infinite affection.

Mo Xi, little master.

Go, no matter whether the memory is clear or long, in my heart, I will keep my affection for you. I'm sorry, I can't stay with you all the time, I can't talk to you without reservation, and even conceal you, deceive you in the future, and then go to death alone.

I regret that this life has bothered you and failed you.

But, I never ... never regret loving you.

Go back, the ink goes out.

Hopefully in the future, we will wait for the reunion, the one ... I once dreamed of, rain.

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