This man is none other than the old friend of the prince of Yaoyu, and he is also the best friend of the prince of Yaoyu - Mo Xiao! When the raging fire swept through the Yaoyu Mansion last night, he was rushing to the south gate non-stop, but everything came too suddenly, and the Yaoyu prince was hit by more than ten arrows and couldn't fall, he used his last strength to shout: "Leave me alone, you...... Fast...... Go ......" was still unfinished, but a black shadow raised a big knife and cut off his head!

"Lord ......"

He roared and pounced desperately, but in the face of tens of thousands of Moon Army, it was a drop in the bucket on his own! The general trend has gone, and he has no power to return to the sky, he should have sacrificed his life for righteousness and died on the battlefield, but he remembered the wandering Yaoyu Gongzi, so he endured the humiliation, so he turned back and opened a bloody road......

Taking advantage of the vast night, with a body of blood, he walked through a lush green reed, hesitated beside the stream under the Wuyi Bridge, staring at the bridge, he seemed to see the brocade silk clothed Yao Yu Gongzi: he was still the same as before, his eyebrows and eyes were as quiet as the moon and the stars......

Under the Wuyi Bridge, there were too many good memories, but unfortunately, he could no longer hear the laughter of the past:

"Childe, why are you here?"

"I haven't seen you for many days, and I miss it very much, so I'm waiting for you in advance!"

"Oops, Brother Mo Xiao has been waiting for a long time!"

"Haha, it's good for Childe to come back!"

"Childe, sit tight and sail ......"

"Haole, Brother Mo Xiao, let's go, ......"

On the green water, there is a small boat quietly horizontally, the boat is leisurely, floating on the water, like a jade mansion!

He really wanted to stand by the water like this, with the moonlight as his friend and the breeze as his companion, waiting for him to come back!

"Childe, are you okay? From now on, there will be no name of my Mo Xiao on the monument of life and death, and there will be no shadow of my Mo Xiao in this world! ”

He said abruptly, then reached out and touched the pocket of his clothes, and took out a brown cloth bag, which contained a pale yellow malt cake and a white brocade silk, a faint wheat fragrance, that was the dry food he stored yesterday, a brocade silk, there is a "Fu" word in the imperial book of the monarch of the Yue Kingdom, which is a hand-me-down token given to him by the prince of Yaoyu, symbolizing the auspiciousness and wealth of his life......

He looked into the distance, the grass and trees were floating and heavy, dim, the thin water surface was full of clouds, the night was like frost, and the light veil of the moon cage reflected his thin face, and also reflected the tears in the corners of his eyes......

"The hatred of the present and the past, thousands of kinds, should only be separated from the joys and sorrows, unable to carry, tears and thousands of lines......"

In the middle of the night, he bit his fingers, leaving his blood stains on the snow-white brocade......

The leaves were covered with a shallow layer of hoarfrost by the moonlight, and the wind blew and dispersed......

He looked at the moonlight falling on the brocade, smiled, the long sword in his hand stood proudly, cold like frost, the sword was in the people, the sword died, facing the bright moonlight, he drew his sword and danced: "The night is long, the remnant dream is not young, Xiao Suo Road is long, the floating waves are smiling and the moon is bright, and a thousand sorrows are scattered with a sword ......"

In a trance, a golden light crossed his chest, as bright as a star, and the sword, standing in the boulder, was piercing the brocade, and he fell by the stream......

The sky is slightly bright, the wind blows, roll up the snow-white brocade, but see two lines of small characters written on it: floating worlds, my body is like fluttering, fortunately you know, then life and death follow, now the palace is miserable, I feel guilty, only a death to show loyalty, long and short, the word is an oath, the son mourns, see you in the next life - Mo Xiao!

"Painting with a long sword on the river beach, writing flawless with the bright moon, the years are long but a moment, the love of children is like an epiphany, you can't escape the forgetting between the rivers and lakes, you can't forget, you can't take a look, roll up the curtain alone, look at the cold stars at what time ......"