The silver-faced young man raised his face slightly, then turned around, he stretched out his hand and put it on the mask on his face, and then unveiled it, it was Mu Youwu's one, no matter how long it grew and changed, it was still the Mu Youwu who they held in their arms as eyes.

"Fourth brother," Mu Youwu sighed, she walked over, as before, hugged Mu Yue tightly, she was afraid, she was really afraid, if she came a little later, her brothers would repeat the fate of the previous life, and die on this extremely bitter and cold battlefield, only the fourth brother who had a broken arm came back alive, but he just left a sentence, and left this world with hatred.

However, her elder brothers were still so seriously injured, the eldest brother was unconscious, the second brother's life and death were unknown, the third brother's old illness relapsed, and only the fourth brother was still intact, but this heart was already haggard and could no longer withstand any blows.

Mu Yue's eyes were red, and he reached out and gently patted his sister's shoulder. "Little five, little five...... How could it be you, how could it be you? ”

Mu Youwu raised her face, she wiped her tears, those black and white eyes were washed away by tears more and more clean and thorough, she looked at the silver armor on her body, when she put on this, she was not Mu Youwu, but the 72 generations of the Mu family for a hundred years.

"Little Five," Mu Yue trembled his fingers, he lightly tapped his sister's face, and then smiled, "No matter what happens to you, no matter what your identity is, you are our sister, our only sister, and the only girl in our Mu family." ”

Mu Youwu nodded vigorously, and also held back the sourness in his heart.

She suddenly really wanted to cry, but she couldn't help it.

This is the battlefield, the battlefield of life and death, where there is no need for tears, only blood.

At this time, Mr. Immortal finally pulled out the silver needles on Mu Xue's body, and Mu Xue's face finally showed a touch of blood, and although the breathing sound was still a little weak, it was alive.

He took out another medicine bottle, which was given to him by Mu Youwu, and he shook the bottle in his hand.

Alas, there are only a few of them, and there are no more, he opened the bottle and poured out a pill from it, and now it is good, there is only one, and he will never give it again in the future, so he will keep it, so that these people will not eat indiscriminately, and then they will not be used on the blade.

Really take his hard work as drinking water, do they really think this medicine is so easy to do?

Even if it's easy to do, can they find him another fishman tear?

"Mr. Immortal, how is my third brother?" Mu Yue saw that the immortal finally stood up, and hurriedly asked

The old man glared at him angrily, "I can't die." ”

Although these words are very impulsive, and there is no good tone, but a big stone that is pressed on Mu Yue's body can finally put one down, and now there is only one wood flower, and it is still an unknown ending, whether he is still alive or not, who dares not to know.

Mu Youwu walked over, she took Mu Xue's hand, at this time, these hands were like ice cubes, cold heart, cold heartache.

"Third brother......" Mu Youwu put his hand on his face, as if to pass on his temperature to him.

"Third brother, don't worry, I will definitely bring the second brother back, and," she glanced at Mu Feng, "Look, the eldest brother is fine, he is fine, he will wake up soon, and you, too, will be fine." ”

She stood up, walked to Mu Feng again, and pulled the quilt for Mu Feng, but she couldn't bear to look at the wound on Mu Feng's chest, her eldest brother has always been a god in their hearts, and has always been their biggest and stable backer.

Since her father died, it was the eldest brother who was both a father and a brother, raising her, she had never seen the eldest brother as weak, he had always stood high, and it seemed that he would never fall, and at this time, there was a bloody hole in his chest, and he didn't know how much blood he had shed, and he didn't know how much pain he had suffered.

The third brother's hatred, the eldest brother's pain, and the second brother's life and death are unknown, she wrote them all down.

He will definitely take revenge for this.

She stood up, picked up the silver mask from the table and put it on her face, at this time, she was not dancing in Mu Youwu, nor was she no longer the little sister who was protected under the wings of her four elder brothers, she was Mu Wu, the descendant of the ancestor of the Mu family who was called a geek, and she was also a silver-faced young general who could kill the enemy in blood on the battlefield.

She gently stroked the mask on her face, this mask blocked everything, and it also hid everything in Mu Youwu's past, when she brought this dark face, she put aside everything in the past, she was not the queen of Yu Fengyang in the previous life, nor the princess of this life, she was just the little five of the Mu family, and the people of the Yu family did not have a good thing.

Mu Li walked in from the outside, this face was really cold and terrible, there was nothing here.

Well, Mu Youwu frowned, what do you mean, what do you call nothing.

Mu Li wrapped his chest, and a small face was yin again, there was nothing, rice and flour oil, not even wild vegetables.

"No," the wood fire came out of nowhere, "you mean, we don't have anything to eat?" He touched his belly, "But what about it?" ”

Mr. Immortal glared at Wood Fire's belly, like a monster he had come out of nowhere, "Wood Fire, you have it?" ”

The wood fire almost fell, "Got it?" He pointed to himself, "What have I had?" ”

"Doll," said Mr. Immortal solemnly, "it stands to reason that this man cannot have a doll, but it is not excluded that it is absolute, maybe you will have it too?" ”

Mu Huo hugged his head and hit the pillar on the side, this collision, even the whole camp shook, God, can you chop him to death, he is a man, how can a man have a doll, they are all bullying him, it is too public.

Also, this is not the saddest thing for him now, the saddest thing is that there is nothing to eat here, this is not to starve him. This doesn't wait for such a whole person, right?

Mu Youwu walked outside the tent. I saw the wounded soldiers outside sitting in groups, although she said that she had won the battle, but it was really a heavy casualty, the wounded, the dead, the tens of thousands of troops, I am afraid that there are less than 10,000 people.

Moreover, she stretched out her hand and watched a snowflake fall in the palm of her hand, it was snowing again, the snow had not stopped, and it had been raining for several days, the barracks did not have much food, no, it could be said that there was almost no more, how did these soldiers come over, the enemy was cunning and difficult to deal with, coupled with such bad weather, and a stomach that could not be fed, how did he fight.