The leaf-faced man didn't speak, he just looked at Chef Liu, without sadness or joy.

It seemed that being watched like this made Chef Liu suddenly feel compassion in his heart, he stopped, and he stretched out his hand to unmask the leaf-faced man.

Chef Liu's face was shocked, and he stared blankly at the leaf-faced man for a long time without speaking.

Then Chef Liu put the knife back, looking disappointed and weak, he looked at the leaf-faced man, "Do you still like to eat buckwheat husk?"

The leaf-faced man's eyes were full of pain, and he didn't speak.

"When you were a kid, you always pestered me to eat, do you remember?"

The leaf-faced man's eyes suddenly widened.

Suddenly, the leaf-faced man recalled that when he was still alive, the uncle who sold noodles at the mouth of the alley, this uncle was very similar to Chef Liu.

Seeing his expression, Chef Liu was furious...

"Tiemu, tell me why, why do you do this, these people you killed are our senior brothers..."

The leaf-faced man was stunned, he was confused, he was not called Temu, he was called Mousse, and then he remembered something, the people in this town used to be like these monks.

Mousse closed his eyes, he cried, he thought faintly, "Is it reincarnation? except for me, you are all reincarnated, and you are back with me." ”

Mousse hadn't taken a hunger pill for two years.

The man in the mysterious cave seems to have vanished.

In fact, Mousse didn't know who those two people were, forty years ago, he saw two people in white, two people in white confronting each other. In front of those two people, he was like an ant.

The two of them didn't make a direct move.

Instead, he let his aura fight, and in an instant, the leaves withered and fell, and the sprouts sprouted, and Mousse felt that he was torn apart at that moment.

He hid in his cave, struggling in pain.

Until the cave was torn apart, and the two men fell deeper into the cave.

He was unconscious that day, and when he woke up.

Hearing the conversation between the two men, the two men treated everything here as a game of chess, and the life and death of Mousse and the life and death of the monks became a gamble.

Mousse died, the one of the two named Baicheng Sheng, the monk died, and the other of the two people was named Ning He's Sheng.

That day, Ning He only said one sentence, "Do you want to live?"

Mousse felt cold at that moment, because from the conversation, he could tell that those monks were Ning He's people.

For the sake of so-called fairness, it is better to gamble on the death of one's own people, and Baicheng to gamble on the life of the enemy.

If Ning He wins, he will be alone, and if Bai Cheng wins, he will be besieged.

Obviously, no one wants to win, and winning here is just a bitter irony worse than losing.

There was a man named Xiao Ying in the gambling game who was not included, and Mousse didn't know why.

Rather than give Mousse endless talismans, Baicheng gave Mousse a pill to quench hunger and a black sword.

Mousse was very afraid of those Fu soldiers, and he didn't know if Ning He would harm himself. Even because of nervousness, he killed a non-Fu soldier.

Until one day Fu Bing gave him a letter, which Ning He wrote.

That day he had hope and was not panicking.

Forty years later, Bai Cheng and Ning He disappeared.

At this moment, Mousse was lying on the ground, and the pain of hunger had begun to subside, and he stared blankly at the ground, dumbfounded.

He remembered Ning He's smile, that somewhat neurotic smile, thinking about these familiar people, Mousse felt for the first time that Ning He was a demon.

Chef Liu's heart softened, he suddenly remembered something, turned around and left.

After a while, a bowl was placed in front of Mousse.

"Eat, your favorite"

Mousse struggled to look at Chef Liu.

Chef Liu said lightly, "You are something I grew up looking up with, you must be involuntary in doing this."

"I..."

Mousse wanted to tell Chef Liu that I was not Timber, but he held back.

"Eat it, it's not good if it's cold"

The giant tree died that day.

Mousse released Song Zhang in the name of Tiemu, and he was very envious of Tiemu, which made him vaguely feel like he was back in the past.

"I heard the cook say that you were poisoned" Song Zhang looked at Mousse, his appearance casual but serious.

At that time, the two of them looked at each other, Mousse deliberately stayed far away, he didn't want to speak, he didn't want people to find out that he was not Timber.

Song Zhang closed his eyes, "Get up, I don't know who you are, I won't allow you to hurt my disciple anymore"

Mousse didn't speak quietly, just fell into a trance.

Mousse didn't notice that Song Zhang's eyes showed a touch of coldness.

Mousse quickly regained his senses, "In terms of fate, I am more innocent than you, so don't hurt me"