Looking at Yan Shisan's back, Mu Yang came to Yan Mingyue with some unease.

"He's your own brother. ”

Mu Yang said in a low voice: "You should know better than me what to do." ”

Yan Mingyue smiled faintly: "I won't watch him die in front of me." ”

Mu Yang secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

How bad the relationship between Yan Shisan and Yan Mingyue is, Mu Yang has already experienced it during this time.

If it weren't for the fact that they had known that they were brothers, no one would have treated them as family when they walked down the street.

The gap between the two is too big.

Whether it is appearance and temperament, or behavior, there is a world of difference.

Yan Thirteen is a ruffian, wearing tattered clothes is a ruffian hooligan, wearing brocade clothes and jade robes, and he is also an out-and-out gentleman, and Yan Mingyue's demeanor and speech are always full of the unique upbringing and nobility of the aristocratic kings and grandsons, even if he does not wear the white Shengxue's robe at this time, it makes people feel clean and refreshing, not like ordinary children.

This kind of temperament is innate, and it has been deeply rooted in the bones, and outsiders can't learn it if they want to.

"That's good, that's good. ”

Muyang's heart relaxed, thinking that he was still a brother after all, and his brother was always more justified than his own name, but the next thing Yan Mingyue said, he was so angry that he almost fainted.

"I'll close my eyes then. ”

“......”

Mu Yang's eyes were full of Venus: "You're not kidding, are you?

"Do you think I'm joking?"

Yan Mingyue looked at Mu Yang and said calmly, Mu Yang stared at those bright eyes, and suddenly felt that he seemed to think too much about the contradiction between the two brothers.

"Just now, when I didn't say it. ”

At this time, Mu Yang didn't have time to waste time on Yan Mingyue, he came to Donghuang and Quicksand without looking back, and said, "Yan Shisan, you all know each other, you must not let him have an accident for a while!"

"What do you mean?"

Donghuang thought that Muyang came over to invite him to play the next game, but he didn't expect to say such a thing, and he was immediately a little unhappy.

"Don't you understand, if you encounter danger in a while, you have to save people, do you want to see him die here?" Mu Yang said hurriedly.

"What did Yan Mingyue say?"

Quicksand has been paying attention to Muyang's every move, his voice was very low when he and Yan Mingyue were talking, and Quicksand didn't really hear it, but he saw something strange on Muyang's face.

He ...... He doesn't save. ”

Mu Yang glanced at Yan Mingyue, and suddenly felt very aggrieved, his brother was reluctant to make a move, he actually asked outsiders for help, how could it make people feel that something was wrong.

"His own brother doesn't save anyone, so why should we save him?"

Quicksand stared at Muyang and asked coldly.

"This ......"

Mu Yang, who was choked on a word, almost couldn't breathe.

"yes, what's in it for us to save him?"

Donghuang blinked his eyes and stared at Muyang as well.

This is a robbery while the fire is burning.

"Are there any vacancies for the top ten leaders of Momen?"

Quicksand asked.

Mu Yang was stunned, and his eyes lit up.

Donghuang frowned and said, "No, Yan Shisan wants a deputy sect master, isn't the position of the top ten leaders too low?"

"Not low, not low. Mu Yang hurriedly said: "In our Momen, the deputy master does not have the power of the ten leaders......

......

......

"Before I get my hands dirty, I have a few things I want to ask you. ”

Of course, Yan Shisan couldn't hear this conversation between Muyang and the Quicksand East Emperor.

As soon as he stepped onto the stage, he shouted at the masked man, for fear that the other party would suddenly attack.

Through the two small holes in the mask, the masked man looked Yan Shisan up and down, and finally his gaze fell on his face.

"You say. ”

"Have you ever been to Lingnan County?"

Yan Shisan looked at the scythe in the masked man's hand and asked.

Hearing the words 'Lingnan County', the masked man's body suddenly trembled slightly, he didn't make a sound, but carefully looked at Yan Shisan again.

Yan Shisan didn't notice these subtle changes in the masked man, and then asked: "Haven't you been?" It seems that I recognized the wrong person, but you are too similar, although more than ten years have passed, I was still young at that time, just turned six years old, but I still remember the scene of that day, standing in front of you, I only found that you are still different from him, twelve years, maybe he has died a long time ago." ”

There was silence all around.

Yan Shisan's voice came into everyone's ears, many guests frowned, and some people speculated about his past with the voice of Thirteen Shao, obviously this young man who came to the stage to challenge the mad dog regarded this murderous guy as an old acquaintance from his childhood.

"What's that friend of yours, what's his name?"

The mad dog was silent until Yan Shisan finished speaking, and then suddenly asked.

Thirteen Shao shook his head and said, "I don't know his name either, it was very cold that winter, the coldest winter in Lingnan County in my memory." It had snowed for two days and two nights and dyed the whole of Qiushui City white, and on the evening of the day the snow stopped, I sneaked out of the back door alone and went to the cake hall on the opposite street to buy my favorite osmanthus cake, and when I came back, I saw a man covered in wounds, like crawling out of a pool of blood, lying on the threshold of my house, and then ......"

Yan Shisan's words were not finished, and the mad dog's voice sounded again, this time his voice seemed to tremble a little, but the words he said made Thirteen Shao completely freeze on the spot.

"Then you picked him up, helped him to the firewood room, and told him not to be found by the family, otherwise he would be kicked out, and when you got to the firewood room, you stuffed the osmanthus cake in your hand into his mouth, and stole the medicine from the house to heal him, right?"

"You, you're an iron uncle?"

Yan Shisan looked at the masked man opposite in dumbfounded.

"You're a young master?"

The masked man's body trembled violently.

"Is it really you?!"

Yan Shisan couldn't believe his eyes, although he had long felt that this man with a wolf's head mask was somewhat similar to the uncle he had met when he was a child, but when his guess was confirmed, he felt unreal.

It wasn't a pleasant encounter.

A six-year-old kid sneaks out of the house to buy his favorite dessert without telling his family, and when he comes home, he suddenly sees blood all over the ground and a strange man who can't afford to be seriously injured.

Changed to another child, afraid that he would be scared stupid, the boy not only did not run away, did not call the adult, but asked him if he was in pain, afraid of being discovered, secretly carried him into the firewood room, and risked being discovered by his family to steal the pill to treat his injuries.

The boy didn't know how badly the strange man had been wounded.

Each of the twenty-one wounds on his body was fatal enough to be on an ordinary person.

In order not to be discovered, he didn't dare to go to the kitchen to steal food, and bought a pack of osmanthus cakes and stuffed them into the firewood room every dusk.

Five days later, the strange man miraculously survived.

He called the boy the little master.

The boy called him Uncle Iron Man.

The boy felt that a person who had shed so much blood and was so badly injured could still laugh and live, that was the iron man, and only the iron man would not fall.

On the night the strange man left, an old man and a young man hid in the firewood room and talked a lot.

He taught the boy many things that he didn't understand at the time.

For example, loyalty and filial piety.

For example, benevolence and righteousness.

For example, gratitude.

He said that when the boy grows up, he will definitely be a man who stands up to the sky.

Someone who can say that.

A person who can make a rich child who never knows what suffering is know how to bow his head and be a man since he was a child, and who is willing to bend down and call those children from poor backgrounds brothers.

How can it be a mad dog?