His name is Moshou

He is one of the most important Oyashi divisions in the Dawn Night Division

He was born in the Qingye Division, and the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was the cold and bloody torture instrument in a prison somewhere in the Division, he was picked up from outside by the previous master, he didn't know his life experience, and he never thought of using the eyeliner of the Qingye Division all over the world to find the mystery of his life experience, because in his heart, the Qingye Division was his home

The world thinks that a person like him, who has stayed in a small dark house all his life, should be the kind of insidious and treacherous, with unwashable dirty blood between his fingers, and only dirty intrigue and sin in his eyes, and that heart is also seriously distorted because of being soaked in blood and insidious all year round, taking pleasure in torturing people, taking pleasure in eating human flesh raw, and drinking human blood when he is thirsty

He admits that there are many such people in the hospital, but he never was

In addition to the night, there was a beautiful lake in his eyes, although that lake he had given to the boy, and although his hands were also full of blood, not a drop of it belonged to the innocent, and he liked the old guilt trees in the courtyard that had gone through vicissitudes, and he also liked to collect some of the chaotic shame leaves that had unintentionally fallen in his room, and in his spare time, he would look at the sky and the flowing clouds that had been divided into countless paths by the shame trees, and he would find those clouds very interesting

He was very old now, and his old eyes were sometimes cloudy, and he couldn't see the clouds and the sky clearly

He missed the time when he could see the end of every cloud, and he missed the beautiful sight of the night sky separated into countless mirrors from the courtyard

So at this time, even though the iron spear had blasted a terrifying bloody hole in his chest, he still smiled very relieved, very natural, and very peaceful

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Zhu Xiaoyu's eyes were round, bigger than mung beans, bigger than yellow beans, bigger than red dates, because his eyes were too round and he looked dumbfounded, and the cheek muscles on his round face like white buns were trembling violently, driving his fat lips and transmitting the sound of Adam's apple squirming in a weird way

There are incomprehensible hesitation, panic and trembling, confusion and anxiety, heartbreaking, overwhelmed, sincere fear, and heartbreak

His fat body was a little sideways, and there was an extremely sharp and bright sword intent still staying at his fingertips, and only after a moment did he get out of his hand, stabbing straight to the ground, extending from the town to the depths of the mountain, and a smooth and abnormal terrifying rift suddenly appeared

There was no end in sight to the crack, and only countless powerful sword intent aftermath could be seen constantly invading during the period, like dragons that refused to easily cover their edges, constantly turning into one sword edge after another in the smooth and abnormal earth cracks, and boulders fell downward, until a long time they could hear the rumble when they landed

The power of this sword is as powerful as it is mighty

If you look closely, you will find that the angle of his body is very strange, as if he was pushed aside by a pair of invisible pairs, and this side of his body happened to pass by the iron spear in Zhong Shankui's hand

In terms of things, he was really pushed aside, just when Zhong Shankui gathered all the battle intent and momentum of the Xuanjia heavy cavalry and was about to turn into an extremely powerful dragon, he had already walked to the path of the iron spear, and the sword intent between the fat fingers was originally about to collide with Zhong Shankui's iron spear, but at the last moment, Mo Shou pushed him aside

And he stood on the sharpest and most powerful fangs of this dragon

In this world, no one knows why Mo Shou helped Shen Li resist this shot, except for Shen Li and himself

Shen Li knew, so he was very stunned, and there was not much pity for his heartache in addition to this, he knew that the old man was only here to die, so death was also expected

It's just that this way really surprises everyone

The fingertips of the white-clothed Taoist paused slightly, and the tyrannical fire in the pavilion also paused, and a few clusters of sparks quietly extinguished

The coldness on Zhong Shankui's face turned into confusion and finally turned into rage, and the anger broke through the stern and cold lines on his face, looking extremely hideous

He waited all night, even saying that he had been waiting for decades for this shot tonight, but this shot was stopped by Moshou, which made him feel extremely angry

As a result, the hideous muscles in his body worked harder, and the iron spear bloomed with countless extremely dazzling rays of light, several blood vessels broke because they were too forced, and viscous blood slowly flowed from the cracks in the armor to the ground

He was ready to penetrate the old man, and then relied on his residual momentum to continue to stab Shen Li behind the old man

The old man frowned and pouted, and his withered face made a "silk" inhalation sound because of the pain, like a playful child stung by a bee

But then he felt that such a move seemed very inappropriate, so he slowly eased the disgust on his face and appeared very calm

He came to die tonight, death is the most painful thing in the world, and compared with the pain between life and death, this pain really should not be taken to heart

He puffed out his chest against the iron spear, looking very strong and generous

Heroic and heroic, generous to death

The iron spear stepped forward another inch, and his body shook slightly, but he didn't have any intention of retreating

He looked at Zhu Xiaoyu, there was relief, calmness, strictness, and expectation in his eyes, but there was no pain and unwillingness, as if he was explaining some things before he died

Or, maybe it's a bit too demanding

Zhu Xiaoyu understood the request in his eyes, but he didn't want to do what the old man said, he turned his head sideways and wanted to avoid it, but he couldn't bear to really avoid it

The old man's last request before he died was that he not take the body back

The place I brought back was Kyoto, of course, it was the Dawn Night Division, and it was his small dark house with many leaves of the ashamed tree

It was his home, but he couldn't go back

When he left Kyoto, he could not return to Kyoto

Because someone didn't want him to go back

The man told him to die, and he had to die outside Kyoto, not even a single grain of ashes could be returned

The old man knew very well that if he did not die, what awaited the Qing Ye Division would be a turbulent storm

There may be a beautiful rainbow after a rainstorm, or a blue sky like a lake, but in the same way, there will be countless broken branches and fallen leaves in the depths of the forest that no one knows

Qingye Division under the ashamed tree, it is something that the sun can't shine in the deepest part and is hidden in the night, who cares?

Therefore, even if all the ashamed trees are broken and the ashamed leaves are broken into powder, no one will care

Even, everyone is waiting for this human purgatory, which is full of filth and sin, to be turned to ashes by the Holy Light sooner

His Majesty wanted him to have an attitude, so he came, and came to die to repay the king with an attitude

He needed to give himself an attitude, so he was ready to die at this time to give himself an attitude

It's just that he feels a little pity

These kids are very good, and it would be fun to watch them grow up

But he couldn't wait

He suddenly missed the chaise longue in the dilapidated courtyard, where he would lie and listen to music in his spare time a long time ago

At that time, Shen Li was next to him

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When he was trapped in Shen Li and imprisoned, and later helped Shen Li escape from the abyss, for so many years, he looked at the night sky and ashamed leaves outside the window, and figured out a lot of things

And just now, when Shen Li swept the fence with thatch, he understood more that those things might be true

He spent most of his life in the Dawn of the Night, and judged many sinners, but he never tried the innocent

Nor has there ever been a drop of innocent man's blood in his hands

The only time was the one in the depths of the hedge

It was Shen Li's blood

The whole world thinks Shen Li is guilty

But he knew very well that Shen Li was not guilty, and Shen Li was a good person

He wanted to return this blood to Shen Li

for it is the blood of the innocent

He is from the Qingye Division, and his name is Moshou, a conformist Moshou

Thousands of miles away, he insisted on sticking to the ink rules in his heart

He does not want to be stained with the blood of innocent people

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Xu Zi'an once asked Shen Li who he was, and Shen Li told the young man very seriously that he was a good person

At that time, Xu Zi'an didn't think so, but thought that this was another nonsense in Shen Li's evil taste

But Shen Li knew in his heart that what he said was not nonsense, it was not nonsense, he was very cautious and serious

Because he's telling a fact, most people just don't believe it

He was innocent in the first place, but he went one step further than the others and saw more of the truth

To see is to see, and not to conceal it

But he was really innocent

He was innocent, he was tired, and he felt even more lonely as he watched the old man be obscured by a field of gunlight

The lake gradually fell silent, without wind, waves, clouds, and mist, and without clear sunshine, but a kind of chaos in which everything returned to the beginning

The withered eyes without the light of the lake sank deeper, as deep as a galaxy, as deep as a loving father

The old man's eyes suddenly began to bleed, as dark as the night sky, as bright as a galaxy

Shen Li stood up in the flames, looked at the old man's gloomy eyes, and said softly after a long time, "Why bother"

Previously, when Xu Zi'an broke the lake, the old man shed muddy tears, and Shen Li once asked the old man the question of "worthiness".

Now he is asking why?

Between what it is worth and why bother, no one can say clearly, but the old man himself knows it very well in his heart

He is guarding the ink rules in his heart, and in the same way, he is not guarding the last trace of clean night

The old man laughed softly, but did not say anything, and smiled like a child

In the mountains, it finally rained

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When the cyan divine fire burned from the pavilion, the old man had said that it would be good if there was a rain, but now there was really a rain in the night sky, and it was desolate and desolate

It was already dawn, and faint rays of sunlight poured out of the clouds, illuminating the gloom of the forest, and a few early birds began to chirp

But for some reason, the pavilion was still dark, like the bottom of a cliff in the middle of a mountain sheltered by a steep and tall cliff

The old man was almost a saint, but he was not a saint after all, so naturally he could not make the sky obey his will, let alone say that if there was rain, a dark cloud would come from thousands of miles away and rain a huge shower

What's more, what role can ordinary rain play for these heaven and earth divine fires

Since there are no clouds from outside the sky to send rain, this sudden spring rain can only be caused by manpower

No clouds, no lightning and thunder, no sudden wind and coolness, this rain came quietly and peacefully, moisturizing things silently

It's silent, but it's affectionate

The raindrops are not as clear as ordinary rain, but as delicate as black jade beads, and each drop of raindrops has a faint breath looming in it, full of countless indescribable mysteries, just like the dense lake light and ripples in that lake

In fact, these raindrops and the lake actually come from the same source, and each drop of rain contains a vast and boundless lake

The dark light that overflowed during this period was the vast cultivation of the old man throughout his life

The old man actually scattered his whole realm, and turned into this spring rain with a few flesh and blood

The only thing that can extinguish the sea of fire is the shower

Since the heavens don't send rain, the old man turns the rain into flesh and blood, what a shocking scene

The sharp edge of the iron spear like the sun gradually dissipated, and there was no old man in the sharp place, only a few dry thatch-like silver withered hairs slowly falling in the air, Zhu Xiaoyu looked at the withered hairs sluggishly, wanting to pick them up but didn't know how to pick them up

He understood the old man's wishes before he died, so he didn't dare to pick it up at this time

It's not that he's afraid of what the people behind him will think after picking it up, he's a proud fat man, his pride is heavier than the fat on his body, and even if those people really spill their anger on Kiyoyaji, he doesn't think it's too much to take to heart

But this is the old man's explanation to the Qingye Division, which is as heavy as a mountain

He was unwilling to disobey the old man's wishes, because the old man treated him with the same kindness

He turned into a fat quail again, standing in place

It looks ridiculous and sad

(It's very sad, your support is my biggest motivation, I hope you can come to 17k comments, collections, so that I know my shortcomings, and also write a better knife line for everyone)