"Who?" The young man who had been sleeping opened his eyes without warning, and several finger-thick lancets appeared on his fingertips, and his whole body tensed and ready to go.

"The eldest disciple of the Huashan Sect doesn't use a sword, but carries a few flying knives, for fear that others won't doubt your identity?" The voice that suddenly appeared was a little sandy, but with a little frivolity, which looked very strange in the silent night.

Mo Zhi coughed and turned his head when he heard the sound, and he was about to throw out the throwing knife with a movement of his fingers. As he turned around, a sweet fragrance entered his nose, and it was too late to hold his breath. Mo Zhicough didn't even have time to throw the flying knife, and collapsed back to the bed with a burst of dizziness.

"Tsk, so easy to get into? Apparently I overestimated you. With a few small steps, a black-robed man appeared where Mo Zhicough could see, and spread his hands at Mo Zhicough's wary gaze: "Don't stare at me, I didn't plan to hurt you." ”

Mo Zhicough urged the internal force, was stimulated by the sharp pain of the meridians, and gave up resistance completely, and a large drop of cold sweat slipped down his forehead.

The black-robed man laughed a few times and asked leisurely, "Can't you smell what kind of poison this is?"

Mo Zhicough looked at him coldly: "Your Excellency, don't you think it's a bit of a waste to use such a precious poison as Jade Bone Drunk on me?"

The black-robed man bent his eyes and smiled: "Is it a waste? No, I have a weight of dozens of people, and I can't use it up." ”

Mo Zhicough was slightly stunned, and the look of doubt in his eyes was even heavier: "Who are you?" It must be known that the jade bone drunk is a poison that develops quickly, and it exists in the form of smoke and is difficult to store, not only most of the medicinal materials in the formula are hard to find, but the requirements for the blender and user are also ridiculously high.

The black-robed man raised his hand, and a trace of white gas came out of his fingertips.

Mo Zhi's already pale face completely turned white after seeing these traces of white gas, and his calm tone also changed his tone: "Who are you?" completely ignoring the heartache caused by forcibly urging the internal force, desperately urging the internal force in the body, and the delicate face was distorted because of the pain.

The black-robed man raised his eyebrows, as if he was a little surprised, stepped forward, broke his mouth regardless of Mo Zhi's coughing eyes that wanted to breathe fire, threw a pill into it, and then took a step back and took off his mask: "Count me losing to you, it's just a little joke with you, what are you doing so yourself?"

Although it was still dark in the room, he could see the appearance of the black-robed man with his cough-stopping eyes.

He looks like he hasn't seen the light of day all year round, the skin on his face is so white that it's transparent, and his lips are the color of blood loss. The slender eyes have an attractive aura, and the pupils in the depths are light red. The long, untied hair was draped in a black robe, and the two locks of hair around the ears were a different gray color from the black hair that followed—a gray and dead color. His physiognomy is ordinary, and he won't be remembered by anyone if thrown into the crowd. But if you look at it for a little longer, you will feel a word, "demonic".

Mo Zhi's pupils slowly contracted, and even greater surprise appeared on his face that was already extremely pale.

The weakness on his body that had just taken the antidote had not yet dissipated, but Mo Zhicough pounced, grabbed the man's clothes, and pulled it away with trembling fingers.

The black-robed man didn't stop his movements, but smiled casually: "When I go back, I will tell my eldest brother that I am not the only one who pounces on my brother when he sees him." ”

After he finished speaking, Mo Zhicough also saw the nail on the black-robed man's left chest, which was the thickness of a little finger and was driven into his chest. I don't know if it's because of the weakness and pain caused by the jade bone drunkenness, or because I saw the person I had been thinking about for ten years and didn't know life and death, Mo Zhicough "plopped" and fell to the ground, his eyes were empty, but the tears couldn't stop falling, his voice was choked, and it was mixed with a little disbelief: "Second brother...... Second brother ......"

I originally wanted to tease my brother's blood and tears, and when I saw him like this, I was also stunned, and replied softly: "I'm here." ”

Mo Zhicough pressed his forehead against the ground, his fingers clasped the ground, and the white knuckles showed the strength he used. The slightly thin back trembled with his suppressed cry, stoic and helpless.

"Little cough, the second brother is here. Blood and tears knelt down opposite Mo Zhiyu, reaching out to touch his hair, his eyes were rarely gentle.

"Second brother!" Mo Zhi coughed into his arms and hugged him tightly, his arms were hard, as if he was going to strangle blood and tears.

The blood and tears that were suddenly hugged were stunned for a long time, and then hugged him back with a smile: "Silly child, what are you crying about?"

Mo Zhiyu didn't listen to what Blood and Tears said at all, he just called "Second Brother" again and again, crying like a child. Tears burst into the embankment, and unspeakable sadness swept over Mo Zhi's cough, so that he had no time to care about his embarrassing image.

How can Blood and Tears laugh at his fragility? No matter how hard Blood and Tears are in the face of his younger brother and his younger brother who has endured so many bitter grievances like himself, how can he not be moved by it? What's more, this crying person is the longing that he has buried deep in his heart.

I can't cry, and I have long forgotten how to cry blood and tears, I can only wrap my crying brother in my arms with the same cherished arms, and use the strength of my arm and the temperature of my body to show him that I am here, really in front of him, and no longer the wisp of thought in my dream.

Mo Zhi coughed heartbreakingly, and the "second brother" in his mouth was also covered by the cry that he wanted to endure but was powerless to stop, and it was difficult to hear clearly.

What did he need to say? Needless to say, his brother would know what he was saying.

Blood and tears opened their mouths, as if they wanted to say something to soothe Mo Zhi's sadness, but they couldn't spit out a word for a while. It may be that you want to say too much, and you may know what kind of persuasion, which is tantamount to false deception, and the real pain is unspeakable.

didn't say anything to consol him, blood and tears just hugged him, patted his back with his hand, and quietly looked at this helpless brother who was taller than himself, but was crying in his arms, with gentle eyes.

I don't know how long it took, Mo Zhicough barely stopped crying, but buried his face in the arms that had been soaked with tears and refused to get up. Xu is greedily absorbing the warmth of blood and tears, Xu is trying to recall the embrace in his memory, Xu wants to sleep like this, back to the past when the family was reunited, and his brother and parents were there.

"Xiaocough, raise your head and let me see you, okay?" Blood and tears, who had always been cold-blooded and heartless, waited patiently for a long time before asking softly. There was a little caution in the voice, a little anticipation, and a little chagrin after disturbing the silence of that moment.

Mo Zhicough nodded silently, raised his face, endured the tears that were about to flow out again, and looked at the familiar and strange person in front of him.

The tear-stained face was pale, his eyes were already red and swollen, and his nose was red, but this did not affect the handsomeness of the young man. There is no mother's delicate and quiet clear beauty, nor does it have the father's peaceful and restrained but captivating temperament.

Bloody tears were a little distracted. This pale and thin young man is really different from the small, soft child in his memory, with bulging cheeks as if stuffed with something in his mouth, fleshy little hands, and sticky speech that he didn't wake up. However, blood and tears can be seen that this is his younger brother, and his younger brother who has the same blood in his body.

"Second brother. "Cough ......"

They both spoke at the same time, and stopped at the same time. After a moment of silence, Blood Tears smiled and stretched out his finger to trace his eyebrows: "You look very similar to Big Brother." ”

"Big brother...... Mo coughed and muttered, his eyes wet again.

Seeing that he still wanted to cry, Blood and Tears hurriedly said, "Big brother is very good, very good." He pinched his cheek again, felt the coldness of his fingertips, and couldn't help but say: "The third brother is also very good, although I haven't seen him yet - fortunately, when I see you, I know what Xiao Cry looks like." You're much more delicate than me and my big brother. Like you, it's our father's son. ”

Mo Zhi's tears were still drawn out by his words: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I've forgotten what my parents look like, I'm too unfilial." It's been twelve years, and I can't do anything. ”

Blood and tears comforted: "It's already good, all four of our brothers have survived, and ...... It's all good, isn't it?"

Mo Zhicough shook his head desperately: "I'm a waste, I only know how to hide in Huashan and live a comfortable life." I didn't do anything......"

"I haven't done anything either. Blood and tears sighed, "Big brother is right, I shouldn't have come to you." You could have lived a carefree life in Huashan for the rest of your life......"

"I can't do it!" Mo Zhicough clutched his bloody and tearful arm, with fear and pathos in his eyes, "A place without you is not a home." In a word, the heart of blood and tears was pulled up fiercely, and there was a dull pain of sourness.

It's just that in an instant, blood and tears suppressed the emotions in his heart, and he faced such a helpless and expectant brother with the calmest appearance: "The puppet palace has been taken back by your third brother, you can go home." After a pause, he added: "Or stay in Huashan and stay by your master's side." ”

Mo Zhi coughed for a moment, and keenly noticed the other meanings in the words of blood and tears: "What about you and your eldest brother?"

Bloody Tears' eyes dimmed slightly, and then pulled out a smile: "We probably have some things to do." Years of disguise, even Mo Zhicough, who was staring at him, couldn't capture the fleeting loneliness in his eyes.

Mo coughed and asked, "What's the matter?"

Blood Tears shook his head with an indifferent expression: "Don't ask, you listen to me finish speaking, I'm leaving." In the next five years, no matter what the reason, don't fight with the rivers and lakes. In the past five years, there will be no peace. Huashan and the puppet palace are still there, as long as they give you protection, you can protect yourself. I don't force you to go back to the puppet palace, but your third brother himself, I'm afraid he can't support the entire puppet palace, if you can, I still hope you can go back. ”

Mo Zhicough interrupted him violently: "Second brother, what do you mean by this? What are you going to do with your eldest brother?" With fear in his eyes, he had vaguely guessed the meaning of some blood and tears.

"Cough. The voice of blood and tears sank a little, and looked straight into his eyes, "Do you remember what your mother said to us after my father left?"

Mo Zhicough looked at him in a daze, and forgot to answer for a while.

Blood and tears said word by word: "Child, live well, don't think about revenge." Revenge, there are your eldest brother and second brother here. The eldest brother is the father, and he shall bear the sin, so do not interfere. Your peace is the greatest hope of your father and mother. ”

Mo Zhicough bit his lip and said in a low voice: "But ......"

Blood and tears grabbed his shoulders, and his expression was extremely solemn: "The light and dark palace master of the puppet palace is surnamed Ren and Mo, he was and will be in the future. Little cough, what I said is what Big Brother meant. Elder brother is the father, and I hope you will understand our suffering. We can't go back to the puppet palace, but we will protect the puppet palace in our own way, and protect the places where our grandfathers, fathers, and uncles who didn't abandon us until the end and used their lives to protect us. Even if it's the second brother, please go home. ”