82_82884At that moment, the heart-rending pain spread to the whole body little by little, and the back was like a flower that was blooming little by little, and a blood flower expanded...... Enlarge......

Tick...... Tick...... Tick...... His blood had already warmed up, dripping from his back.

His face was full of incredulity with his mouth half-open, no one in this world could kill him, no one could defeat this perfect shell of his, because he was no longer a mortal in the world, he was already above the Three Realms, and he did not deserve the final punishment.

The woman, whom he thought would never be able to defeat the enemy, stood in front of him, her eyes fluttering, as if she was surprised, she didn't do it right away, she was still hesitating. Because he and Wu Gongyao had promised Bai Yanhu that as long as he declared war on Russia, he would not blame the past and would never be his enemy.

Bai Yanhu stiffly and slowly turned his head to look behind him, a young man holding a sharp blade had pierced his icy back, and the front blade of the dagger had pierced his chest and was stabbing at the heart.

"Yao...... Yao Gong ...... You...... You still won't ...... Won't let me go...... You lied to me...... Ninety! Ninety! haha...... Haha......" he laughed.

Wushuang pulled out his blade and said viciously: "My grandfather's promise will not be fulfilled by me!"

He fell headlong and fell into a deep sleep again, but this time the slumber was about to be eternal, and no one could wake him up again, for he was going to be judged in Hell, a judgment that was ninety years too late.

An oval, quail's egg-sized stone rolled out of the wound on his chest, a blood-stained abyssal core, no longer forever cold, no longer the treasure it once was, for it had drained all cold with its host.

Mo Xiaoqi looked at the young man in front of him, it was a feeling of déjà vu, as if this was the same boy who dug him out of the cold grave hole a few years ago. Even the facial expression of this teenager is exactly the same as that of Wu Gongyao when he was young. It's just that this young man seems to have something more than Wu Gongyao.

In him, Mo Xiaoqi also saw something that did not belong to the family bloodline, that is, Wushuang's ferocity and tenacious will.

At the beginning, if Mo Xiaoqi hadn't been by Wu Gongyao's side, it would have been impossible to achieve the legendary hegemony of the great heroes in the troubled times. Wu Gongyao is a human being, how can he be as cruel as rumored, on the contrary, he is very kind, and often asks his wife to help him make up his mind when he encounters major events. When the enemy knelt in front of him and begged for mercy, it was actually Mo Xiaoqi who solved the trouble for him.

He also planned to retreat to the rivers and lakes because of the bloody wind and grievances on the rivers and lakes, the war was cruel, there were not only Zhang Zuolin and his two forces in the mountains and forests of the northeast, but also a number of enemies, as well as Tsarist Russia, as well as the invasion of small Japan. He is the great master of Changsheng Mountain, he is the leader of the Northeast thief, he is the closed disciple of the living immortal Yin Yang Xuandao, and he can only bear the unknown bitterness and depression by himself. Several times when he wanted to take his wife away and fly away to retreat to the rivers and lakes, his wife said to him in his ear over and over again: "Yaogong, you are a pure master, you are a Chinese, so now is the time for you to stand up! You are tired and there is me! We can't go!"

It can be said that without Mo Xiaoqi's support, there would be no legendary story of Wu Gongyao, and more than half of the great achievements of this great man in troubled times were completed by his wife.

But what about this young man? He is no longer the master of Changsheng Mountain, he is no longer a hero in troubled times, he no longer has the aura of a master disciple of Yin and Yang Xuandao, he doesn't have a single qiē that Wu Gongyao has, and he hasn't even learned the heirloom skill in the Thousand Machines and Thieves, so he has such courage to carry a dagger handed down from his ancestors?

Mo Xiaoqi saw in Wushuang a qiē that her husband did not have during his lifetime, and he was simply a strengthened version of Wu Gongyao. It is destined that the last incense of the thief is about to complete their thousand-year-old cause.

"Grandma, are you my grandmother? You sue me, no, no, no, I'm sorry Grandma, it's Shuang'er who is not filial!" Wushuang asked and felt that it was not very polite, how could there be descendants who forced the ancestors so much? Bai Yanhu had already called him Mo Xiaoqi in person just now, who was she not her grandmother?

Wushuang hurriedly knelt on the ground and lowered his noble head, waiting for Grandma Tai to talk to him.

Mo Xiaoqi's eyes with the golden phoenix crown showed a crescent bay, she smiled with relief, lovingly touched the forehead of her grandson with her hand and did not speak.

Wushuang raised his head, and he found that the eyes of the grandmother under the crown of Jin Fengrui were already moist.

"Grandma, can you tell me a word? Sue me, where will I lead the thief to the door? I'm so tired, really tired! Shuang'er needs you!"

Mo Xiaoqi hugged the grandson who was kneeling in front of him into his cold arms and comforted him, she knew that Wushuang was very tired, why wasn't her husband back then? But at that time, her husband had his own support, and he had the support of a group of brothers and apprentices. But now, Shuang'er has nothing, only half of her husband's blood still flows in his body.

"Can you say something?" looked up at Mo Xiaoqi with no eyes.

At that moment, Mo Xiaoqi was moved, she wanted to open her mouth and say, "Good boy." But she can't speak, she doesn't belong to this world, she can't pass her message, and once she breaks this taboo, she will disappear from this world forever, and she will be punished by God.

"Do you want Shuang'er to complete the ruins for my grandfather and explore the secrets under the cracks in the Xing'an Mountains?"

Her chest heaved and she seemed to sigh before shaking her head.

"Then you sue me, what do I need to do?" Wushuang asked with a crying voice.

Mo Xiaoqi bent down leisurely, and used his silver-white nail cover to pick off the top two buttons of Wushuang's placket, revealing Wushuang's strong chest and the shiny Kui talisman.

Oooooooo......oo She flicked it three times in a row, making a crisp sound of metal colliding. Then stand up and bring the two index fingers of your left and right hands together.

Wushuang looked at Mo Xiaoqi in surprise, not knowing what Grandma Tai meant.

Mo Xiaoqi took Zeng's grandson's hand and wanted to write on his palm, but after thinking about it for a while, she still didn't do that, she couldn't pass the message to him.

"It's cold...... It's cold...... Pair...... Twin masters, are you okay?" Just as the two ancestors and grandchildren were catching up, Bai Su was the first to wake up from the fading chill of the core of the extreme abyss—513549+CQSQC+478—>.