The person on the horse is Mu Li, and in the Moyu Hall, there is no one Mu Li.

There is simply not a single child of Moyutang who is not in awe of Mu Li, no matter which room they are in in the future, the three months of training will be fresh in their memories. Many people described that in those three months, only one layer of skin was shed, which was considered lucky, which shows the strictness of the pastor.

Especially the novice, seeing Mu Li at this moment, it was even more terrifying than the three or four hundred people who had to face Wu Yang, and suddenly his hands and feet were not trembling, and he only wanted to show his decisiveness, because the past not long ago was still vivid.

Mu Li's most ruthless method, of course, is to pull out the people who do not listen to the training one by one, press them with fifty catties of stones on their hands and feet, and then use a leather whip stained with sand and stones to constantly whip the skin and flesh of the person, the blood stains are mixed with gravel, and the wound cannot scab for four or five days, but it only gives people half a day of rest, and after half a day, they also have to be put into high-intensity training.

Someone privately joked that if Du Bazhi was practiced by Mu Li once, he would not even be able to shout "Ge Laozi" again.

That is, of course, for another time.

Mu Li quietly turned over, the good face that he usually used to deal with the owners and hall owners had long since faded, and two deep wrinkles cracked between his eyebrows, and the tiger's eyes were round, which was really a fierce and vicious face.

Between the crowd, in order to cope, there was also a person who slowly walked out.

Mu Li tightened his heartstrings, and he clearly knew something about the person in front of him.

"Xiang Shaotong. ”

The visitor smiled and said.

"Shepherd. ”

Not everyone can call him by his first name.

Although the rivers and lakes are bloody, they will still remain polite on the surface. And of course, it is because there has been a ripple between each other.

Mu Li and Xiang Shaotong are both from Ningcheng and joined the army together when they were young.

Met in the army.

When you don't train, you will try your best to bump into each other, pour out some discomfort and grievances, and have the same memories when you were young, and you will take each other more seriously when you talk and laugh.

It's just that the war with the ghost army is really deadly.

The ghost army didn't even need to be led by a general, and it fought all the way to the city, and the two people who were arranged in a column of troops might be able to join forces to cut down a few of the soldiers of the ghost army, but they were still forced to crawl to the ground.

At that time, Mu Li relied on pretending to be dead to pick up a life, and there was no news of Xiang Shaotong again.

Now seeing the old friend suddenly appear in front of him, even if it is a ghost, he can't help but change his complexion.

The cool wind was chilling among the crowd, and Mu Li was really out of his mind, looking at Xiang Shaotong's face.

Xiang Shaotong doesn't seem to have changed, he is still as handsome as Mu Li's impression, and he is even more handsome than any man he has ever seen.

After all, Xiang Shaotong has changed, he is no longer a hairy boy, and the confidence and innate silence in his eyes make men want to take a few more looks.

And so many people behind him are only looking at the horse.

Xiang Shaotong said.

"I didn't expect to see you here. ”

Shepherd's abandonment.

"I don't want to see you here. ”

Xiang Shaotong muttered.

"It's good that you're not dead. ”

Shepherd's abandonment.

"The same goes for you. ”

No one knows how close the two were once upon a time, and no one knows how lonely the two are now. Reality separates the two brothers who were born and died together, and neither of them can turn back.

So Mu Li can only say categorically.

"Why did you come to Eternal City?"