684 Relationship point breaking

There are corpses of Khitans all around, and dying with these people is really a shame for his compatriots.

But the benefactor's order, he could not refuse.

Place the knife across your neck and close your eyes.

Looking at the shining blade, Mo Yu's mind was full of the scene when his uncle came back from the border pass when he was a child and taught him to dance the gun and sword.

Once they were such a loving family.

Ayah, mother, uncle and him.

If it weren't for the hateful court.

If it weren't for the hateful court.

But no one forced his uncle to collaborate with the enemy and betray the country, can the court be blamed at this time?

Poor and hateful, it's my uncle.

He felt blood dripping from the tip of his heart, but there was no emotion on his face, only a cold light in his beautiful eyes.

The quest for revenge suddenly stopped.

While Mo Yu breathed a sigh of relief, he said even more indifferently: "What? Afraid? ”

Revenge shook his head.

Later, he said: "I have two unfulfilled wishes, Shaoxia, can you ask you why you want to save me." ”

Because it's my own uncle.

Mo Yu was afraid that the last layer of disguise would also be torn apart by seeking revenge, so he said coldly: "Didn't I say it? Originally, I respected you as a hero, but I didn't expect you to be a bear, I recognized the wrong person, and if I have another chance, I won't save you, you can do it yourself. ”

Xun Qiu shook his head with a wry smile, and said: "I still have one more wish, the eldest brother said that my nephew was killed by Fan Yang's leader, but there is no definite evidence, and now he has become like this again, I don't believe it."

I hope that my nephew is still alive, can you help me with one thing, you can speak in front of Li Yushan, you will definitely be able to find out, after I die, help me find out the whereabouts of my nephew, it must be in Fanyang, called Zhao Xiaoming, to see if he is still alive. ”

When he said the last three words, his eyes were eager and pleading.

Mo Yu was afraid that he would tell the other party the next moment that he was Zhao Xiaoming.

His nails were buttoned into the flesh, and it was the pain that kept him awake.

He asked rhetorically, "What can you do if you are alive, and what can you do when you die?"

I think with an uncle like you, he really wants to die, right? So it's better to die. ”

It is a shame to have an uncle who collaborates with the enemy and betrays the country.

Xun Qiu lowered his shoulders, his resolute face was full of tears for a moment, and he nodded: "Yes, I am a shame, my nephew may not want an uncle like me, but I still want him to live."

I'd rather not have this hatred, I don't want to hate anyone, I just want my nephew to be alive. ”

Mo Yu turned his back to wipe his eyes, and covered his emotions with a small casual movement.

He was afraid that if he continued, he would really stop the revenge hunt.

So he said in an impatient tone: "Okay, I promise you, you can do it." ”

There was no longer any nostalgia for revenge, and he lifted the steel knife sharply, and just when he was about to exert himself, a high-pitched voice shouted: "Moyu, you can't force your own uncle to death." ”

As soon as the sound fell, the sound of horses' hooves came from far and near.

When he saw that the person who came was Fan Yang's defenders, not only was he not afraid, but he stood up and greeted him: "What did you say?" ”

It was Sun Mingju and Mr. Huo who arrived.

Sun Mingju jumped down, grabbed the arm of revenge, and then dragged him to the Mo Yu horse, he shouted, "You come down." ”

Mo Yu jumped off the horse with an expressionless face.

Sun Mingju pointed at Moyu and said to Xun Qiu: "He is Zhao Xiaoming, your nephew, why would he save you, because you are his own uncle." ”

After speaking, she looked at Moyu: "The lady said, people are not saints and sages, and relatives are swordsman, this is a tragedy in the world, we Fanyang people have a broad mind to have today's status and prosperity, Moyu, talk to your uncle, don't let the tragedy be staged around us." ”