Chapter 837: The so-called infatuation is nothing but a fig leaf for betrayal
Mo Zixuan asked Jiang Zebei when his condition began.
But the other party didn't know, but occasionally he suddenly found that in front of the bright red blood, he was particularly easy to lose control, irritable, bloodthirsty, and wanted to kill.
And when he thought of Chen Mengtian, that restlessness, mania, and extremely strong possession of Gu Yau made him want to indulge with killing.
Mo Zixuan knew that Jiang Zebei went to the battlefield when he was young, he killed people on the battlefield, and the burden he carried was not something that ordinary people could bear.
So he tried to treat it as gently as possible, and let Jiang Zebei cooperate.
When the other party did not cooperate, the reason he used every time was how to face Chen Mengtian when he went back.
This trick has been tried and tested.
Mo Zixuan thought that he had succeeded, and thought that he could cure Jiang Zebei's strange condition.
Unfortunately, he was wrong, very wrong.
Moving the master out at the beginning, so that Jiang Zebei could be treated, this was the last straw that crushed the other party.
His master is very important in Jiang Zebei's heart.
He cared about her, so he compromised.
In this compromise, there is no more anxiety every day.
This uneasiness made him unable to cure the strange condition at all, and a lot of pressure added to his body.
Even later, Mo Zixuan used extreme manual treatment, but there was no effect.
The most serious one seems to be news from the capital that Jiang Zebei's friend has an accident.
That day, Mo Zixuan still doesn't want to recall, a lot of blood, the blood of the enemy prisoners, and the blood of traitors in his own camp, Jiang Zebei was stained with blood.
Jiang Zebei opened the killing ring, completely uncontrollable, and no one dared to step forward to stop it.
Since then, Jiang Zebei's condition has become more and more serious, and it has reached the point of no cure.
However, on the battlefield, he was as powerful as a bamboo, winning a hundred battles, and the corpses of the enemy were all over the field.
Seeing that he was so crazy, Mo Zixuan wanted to inform the master several times.
Every time he was blocked by the Jiang family's secret guards, with them, he couldn't pass on any news at all.
even angered Jiang Zebei, and the other party released a killing intent against him, a real and undisguised killing intent.
Once he really revealed a few words to his master, Jiang Zebei would definitely kill him.
Mo Zixuan will not forget that when Jiang Zebei learned that he wanted to deliver news to Chen Mengtian five times, he looked at him like looking at a dead thing.
If he wasn't Chen Mengtian's apprentice, the other party might have killed him a long time ago.
Later, he gave up passing the news to his master and devoted himself to studying Jiang Zebei's condition.
It wasn't until he developed a drug that could suppress Jiang Zebei's anger and get out of control that he gradually controlled his condition, and in the six months before returning to the capital, Jiang Zebei had rarely become ill.
This time, Jiang Zebei's pulse was unstable and very disordered, which was a sign of impending onset.
Mo Zixuan knew that this man was about to get out of control.
However, I gave the other party the medicine just now, so I think I will slowly adjust.
Mo Zixuan left the hall and walked to the room that belonged to him in the backyard.
His heart was very heavy.
The kneeling to Chen Mengtian yesterday was a master-apprentice relationship, and there was also an element of guilt.
He didn't inform the other party of Jiang Zebei's illness as soon as possible, and he felt guilty.
In particular, he has not yet had the ability to cure Jiang Zebei.
also helped the other party hide the master, which is disrespectful and deceptive.
Mo Zixuan left the front hall wearing only his middle clothes, and his back gradually disappeared into the courtyard.
The servants and slaves who passed by all saw this scene and were puzzled, and they didn't know who he was.