Back Off, Let Me Come

  Gong Xiqiu stared at this scene in a daze.

  The scenery in front of her eyes was blurred with tears overflowing from her eyes.

   "Always...they, always by my side?"

  His voice trembled and choked.

   "How... I don't even know..."

  If he knew, he must let himself live a better life in the past few years, practice harder, and live a happier life, instead of forcing himself to do unhappy things. Don't look at Gong Xiqiu who has indulged in having fun all these years, but he is not happy.

  Let the elders see how disappointed they are when they see themselves indulging in hatred that cannot be resolved, and beyond recognition. He used to be the future warrior of the Gongxi tribe that they gave high hopes to, and he was the treasure of the tribe that all the elders would feed snacks when they saw him.

"you?"

  Ji Mocan's voice was somewhat mocking.

   "There are still many things you don't know..."

  For example, Gong Xichou doesn't know what he will lose if he chooses revenge, and he doesn't know how many people's expectations and sacrifices his life bears. The moment he knows, all the pain can only be digested and chewed by himself.

   No one is watching him in the dark and accompanying him anymore.

   Yes, he is not qualified to stop him from taking revenge.

   This is Gong Xiqiu's wish, why not his own? I have secretly looked after him for many years, and helped to avenge the Gongxi clan, which can be regarded as making up for the absence of more than 20 years. In the days to come, he can only go by himself.

  Eagle chicks will leave their parents' wings one day.

not to mention-

  What kind of young eagle is he at his current age?

"Tell you, what can you take on?" Jimocan looked at Gong Xichou indifferently. The latter looked like a puppy who had been wronged all the time outside. He was pitiful and longed to get into the arms of the closest person. confide in...

  This look...

  Ji Mocan somewhat disliked it.

  This child is just like what his mother and uncle complained about, somewhat not very smart. The eight-foot man who weighs more than one hundred catties is not as smart and alert as his aunt, nor is he like his uncle who has a lot of crooked thoughts, obviously he just needs to write his thoughts on his face.

  Doing things straight and straight, I thought I was scheming, if I didn't wipe my **** by myself, would I still want to deceive Tang Guo?

   "Then you tell me!"

   Whenever this Gong Xiqiu is mentioned, he becomes angry.

   Venting the long-standing negative emotions with flushed eyes, they have met for a year or two, not just a day or two, this guy has always regarded himself as a clan member, and never told himself the relationship between the two. Let him think wildly. Can't believe this was unintentional!

   "What are you hiding from me?" Gong Xichou didn't believe this guy until he decided to figure out the ins and outs!

  My uncle is right. Wenxin scribes are black-hearted. Nine out of ten sentences are false.

  How can there be such a father in this world?

  Jimocan's costume of the high priest fluttered in the strong wind, and the sand and dust from the fierce battle between the heroes of the tribe and Tang Guo blocked the light, and outlined a shadow on his face. The two were not far apart, but Gong Xichou couldn't see the expression on the other's face clearly.

  A feeling of uneasiness vaguely rose in his heart.

   "You...you talk..."

   He didn't say anything, he panicked.

   You won't be really angry, will you? I just have some resentment after being deceived for many years, so why not lose my temper? He hasn't even gone to his old lady's grave to accuse her of heartlessness! gas!

Jimo Can didn't answer, just showing his usual sneer and sneer, his gaze fell on Tang Guo who was still gaining the upper hand after being besieged, raised his stick and pointed, and said, "You, as long as I can get his head now, I will Tell you."

  Gong Xiqiu Hong stared at Tang Guo with fixed eyes.

   Shouted: "Okay! A word from a gentleman—"

  Ji Mocan's thin lips moved lightly.

   "A four horses are hard to catch!"

   Obtaining the guarantee, Gong Xiqiu regrouped like a chicken blood. Raising his hand, he transformed into a double crescent snake-shaped halberd, and once again possessed the full armor. Despite internal injuries, he still retained 70% to 80% of his strength. No matter what you say today, Tang Guo must be taken down.

   "Uncle, I will help you!"

   "Nizi—"

   Seeing Gong Xiqiu approaching with a long halberd, Tang Guo, whose expression was not serious before, felt old blood in his heart. When Gong Xiqiu was captured alone, he couldn't get a word out even if he broke several ribs. Tang Guo deeply felt that this barbarian had a backbone, so he sent him on the road without hesitation.

  Who knows that I will see him after many years.

  He was alive and kicking, almost thinking that the other party was Gong Xichou's twin brother. The most subtle thing is that he has forgotten a key part of his memory. Tang Guo originally wanted to cut the weeds and get rid of the roots to prevent future troubles, but after consulting the Gongxi Clan's secret codes, he realized that Gongxi Qiu was able to survive because of the mysterious methods of this clan, a kind of treasure that far surpassed the evil spirits of the Wu Kingdom. baby!

If we can dig out this secret, and then mass-produce... the Gu worms from Wu Kingdom, together with the treasure in Gong Xichou's body, without spending much energy and financial resources, we can continuously produce batch after batch of people who are not afraid of death and death. Invincible warriors.

  So elite in hand—

   Not to mention sweeping across the entire northwest of the mainland.

  How difficult is it to unify the mainland for thousands of miles?

  So, he accepted Gong Xichou as his adopted son.

  This adoptive son is extremely talented, intelligent and obedient. On the other hand, my children are all worthless. If it weren't for his background, I would really be willing to treat him as my own. As an heir, inheriting the mantle is also an excellent choice...

  However, as Gong Xiqiu became more and more outstanding and behaved weirdly, Tang Guo became more and more wary. Occasionally, when he dreamed back at midnight, he secretly worried that this kid would turn back. But how does this concern compare with his greed and ambition to unify the continent?

   Tang Guo chose to gamble!

  The fact is, he lost a mess.

  He still has a lot of problems with raising tigers, and the tiger cub he raised with his own hands finally couldn't help showing his sharp fangs at him, with undisguised bloodlust in his eyes. Once he is bitten by this son, he will not let go, and must be dragged until he dies.

  This situation——

  Tang Guo was frightened and furious again.

"Okay! It's just in time!" He yelled loudly, his already rough muscles swelled a bit, his blood vessels swelled, and every inch of his skin contained destructive power, he said, "Today, the old man will send your family on the road to Huangquan A real reunion!"

   "You are presumptuous!"

  Seeing Tang Guo smashing a heroic spirit with his palm, Gongxi's eyes were red with hatred, and he raised his palm to confront the opponent head-on with martial energy.

  Two powerful martial arts exploded in mid-air.

   Flying sand and gravel, covering the sky and blocking out the sun.

  The dense forest of pines and cypresses on the hilltops in the distance was also bent down by the blowing, and some were even uprooted. Gong Xichou was so shocked that he backed up again and again until his back touched a wide but cold palm. He stabilized his figure and subconsciously turned his head to look.

  It is a very familiar outline in the eyes.

  When I was a child, I used to pick the moles on the other side's forehead to play.

"uncle…"

  Heroic spirits are only obsessions at the time of death, not the living deity. Their existence is similar to soldiers transformed by martial arts by warriors. However, he heard the other party respond to him.

   "Ah Nian, you are still so weak."

  The voice is hoarse but has a familiar tone.

  Gong Xichou: "..."

  He dared to pat his chest to assure that his strength at this time was definitely far better than his uncle's back then. Firstly, his talent was high, and secondly, his uncle hadn't lived to his age yet! Why did he have the face to say "you're still so weak"? But at the next sentence, Gong Xichou didn't hold back.

   "Come, get behind uncle, don't be afraid."

  Although these heroic spirits are far less powerful than they were in life, they are superior in number, and they are of the same origin, and they cooperate very tacitly.

   Gong Xiqiu joined in, and the anxious situation gradually tilted. With the bombardment of martial energy, the energy of heaven and earth is in disorder.

  The surrounding mountains were devastated beyond recognition.

   Gradually, Gong Xiqiu realized something was wrong.

   Not only he found out, Tang Guo also realized it.

  No matter how he attacks and destroys them, these heroic spirits will return to their original shape after a short rest, without pain, fatigue, or consumption. In addition, Gong Xichou is staring at one side, and if he is distracted for a moment, there will be many scars on his body.

   On the other hand, Gong Xiqiu, who is protected by his tribe?

   Still intact!

  My attack on Gong Xichou would be blocked by heroic spirits who came out of nowhere, it was a completely desperate way of attacking.

No-

   These things are inherently lifeless.

  Wait—he ignored someone! Tang Guo realized that the confidant of the king pig hadn't made a move since he appeared!

   Is this kid really sitting on a mountain and watching tigers fight?

   No, he didn't make a move!

  Tang Guo looked at Jimo Can with a playful face, his eyes were tearing apart. The latter is holding that peculiar wooden stick, and the aura condensed from the mysterious characters is lingering around him. The text flickered once, and no matter how much damage the heroic spirit suffered, it would return to its original state, and the elite brought by him would be slaughtered. According to this situation, the situation is extremely unfavorable to him. Was it really planted in this ditch?

  Tang Guo's expression was gloomy and unpredictable, the desire to survive was brewing in his chest, and his counterattack became more and more powerful. Repelling all the heroic spirits in front of him, he grabbed the void and transformed into a longbow. Open the bow and shoot arrows, thousands of feathered arrows are better than shooting stars. The strike range covered half of the mountain.

   "Good time!" Gong Xiqiu shouted loudly, as if preparing to reciprocate, which happened to be in Tang Guo's arms.

  Gongxi archery is handed over by him. No matter how talented the latter is, he still lacks a little talent and experience. Based on Tang Guo's understanding of this adopted son, the latter will definitely fight back with the same archery skills. He was about to make a feint before catching the air and retreating.

   If you continue to entangle, you will surely die.

but-

  He didn't take into account that Gongxiqiu was not alone at this time, and he didn't take into account that Gongxi's family's defense was completely unreasonable!

  Without any communication, the heroic spirits made a mistake, and each came to the formation, formed a shield formation, and took this wave of attack head-on. Gong Xiqiu seized the gap in his lack of follow-up, and suddenly appeared on his back, with a long halberd heading straight for the vital point.

  Tang Guo is a seasoned veteran after all.

  Faced with this crisis, act decisively and trade injury for life.

   Escape!

   Prepare to escape at the risk of re-injury.

  However, someone is faster and more accurate than him!

   "Do you think you can escape?"

  The person who spoke was not Gong Xiqiu.

  It's Jimo Can!

   "Playing Gu, Gongxi priests are experts!"

  Tang Guo realized what he was trying to mobilize his martial energy, but found that the martial energy that used to be like arms and fingers had become stagnant. He clutched the wound pierced by Gong Xichou, his eyes tearing apart. He also wanted to mobilize his martial energy to suppress it, so as to slow down the influence of the weird Gu worms on him.

With little success.

   "What's the use of covering that wound?"

  Ji Mocan has no expression on his face, as if he is looking at a fool.

   "Bah! This old man has been fighting north and south for many years, but he didn't expect to fall into such a low-handed method. The victory is useless!"

  Ji Mocan mockingly said: "Soldiers are deceitful."

   "Do you think the Gu worm is on Gongxichou's weapon?"

  Jimo Can didn't learn much about Gu worms, but it was more than enough for an unsuspecting layman.

  Gong Xiqiu stopped and looked at his halberd.

   "When did you move your hands and feet?"

  I didn't realize it at all.

Jimocan coldly glanced at the silly Baitian son, who had as little brains as Tang Guo: "When did you say that you were playing tricks on you? Don't forget, you elders in the clan are only here because of you." Willing to cooperate with me temporarily. Naturally, I will cooperate with all my actions. Compared with you, I am obviously more stable and reliable. How can I put the ultimate move on you?"

  Gong Xichou: "..."

Jimo Can sneered: "There are no wounds left by you, but wounds left by the rest of the clan. I only know that you are useless, but I don't know that you are so useless. You still didn't seize the second chance. The head sent to the door Is it so hard to get it?"

  Gong Xichou: "..."

Jimocan didn't look at Da'er's green face, and looked at Tang Guo playfully: "Aren't you very curious about the secret skills of the Gongxi clan's Gu insects? You might as well experience it for yourself. The Gu insects that entertain you are my painstaking efforts for many years. Everything continues , don't waste it."

  Gong Xichou asked: "What kind of Gu worm is so deadly?"

  Ji Mocan seemed to roll his eyes, and asked back: "Is it possible to use it for a sneak attack if it is not fatal? I am a scholar of the literary mind, how can I confront a warrior head-on? The old birthday star hangs himself, is it too long?"