"Brother......

Mo Erbao hung on Jiang Kuo's body, and his big eyes were hazy as he watched Su Duyan's body slowly wither.

There was more and more blood on the ground, and the silver-gray body crossed by the miserable white moonlight was almost transparent, until—

Turned into a pile of blood......

"Young Master—"

"Jiang Linxian-"

A heart-rending voice sounded, and the heavens and the earth were overshadowed.

"Don't- you come back—"

Stretched out his hand and hugged the blood-covered Xuanyi into his arms, and his voice was hoarse.

"I was wrong...... Don't leave me...... Ahh

The hair was flying, and the moonlight was covered with a faint layer of silver gray.

——

The soldiers on the city wall vaguely heard the cry of the weeping ghosts and gods, and vaguely saw a bewitching figure leaving with a dark clothes.

The imperial city was opened, and many ministers went out of the city to surrender to greet the saint.

But no one can remember what happened in the past, and it is like a mirror and nowhere to be found.

——

Jiang Kuo watched the bright color disappear...... Tears quietly fell......

With Jun Wuyuan's cruel methods, sooner or later he will be rebelled by the nest.

So the young master and Solo reached an agreement, and when the time came, he would be released. But how could the emperor tolerate him.

Therefore, use the essence blood of the whole body to fuse with the blood Gu, and when the blood drops fall to the ground, play the Qianling song to control the Gu worms and control the people's minds.

So that the people in this battle will forget Jun Wuyuan's cruelty and forget that he existed...... The more beautiful the jade flute, the colder the body.

The X medicine and the blood Gu were restrained, and his body began to rot, so every night, he cut off the carrion, and the heart-devouring pain spread in the empty room.

His young master, he was patient and silent, and he won every step of the way, but he did everything he could, and he was buried all his life.

——

The host died, and the blood Gu disappeared as well.

That night, the imperial city wept blood, and the emperor returned from afar, and no one knew what happened.

The scribbled record of the historian roughly says: the prince coveted the throne, and the praying mantis caught the cicada and the yellow finch was behind, but he buried everyone's lives.

The people who have not been infested by Gu worms occasionally mention Jun Wuyuan's cruelty, but they are regarded as full of nonsense and fantasy.

Since then, no one has mentioned the name Jun Wuyuan, and no one knows Jun Wuyuan anymore.

——

Jiang Kuo kept the remnants of the corpse mountain incognito and relocated them to all corners of the city and county.

And he lived in the Immortal Mountain with Mo Erbao, after all, it was where he grew up.

Mo Erbao squatted under the peach tree, watching Jiang Kuo's figure busy in front of the herbs.

The big eyes were worried, that night, he secretly followed, and when he was fighting, his appearance made Jiang Kuo lose his mind.

Then he escorted him to find Su Duyan, but ...... What a sorrow it must have been to see that man turn into blood before his eyes.

After the sixth brother returned to the Corpse Mountain, he has been busy and has not seen anyone, and sometimes he looks at himself in a daze all day.

Mo Erbao pestle his little head, his eyes blank.

After so many days, he still didn't feel the slightest breath of the host, and the favorability has been at 50%, and the person is gone, how to complete this task.

"What kind of person is your boss?"

When he was drowsy, a voice suddenly sounded in his ears, and Mo Erbao was excited, his eyes widened, and he saw the person in front of him who was shining with light.

"Host?!"

Raising his little head, the excitement was undisguised.

The young man in red lay lazily on the peach tree, his clothes were slightly open, and the peach petals were flying.

Those peach blossom eyes are full of stars. Holding the red silk in his hand, he seemed to be smiling.

"Where have you been? Baby, so hard waiting. ”

Mo Erbao reached out to grab the bright color, and suddenly disappeared like green smoke, leaving only the remnants of the flower to rotate continuously.

"Host ......"

Joy turned to loss, tears slipped quietly, and it was only then that he realized that Su Duyan had really left.