Reversed

Call me to see you. "

Wang Yifeng nodded calmly, with a graceful demeanor, as soon as he spoke, he aroused Xie Yuan's hatred.

"Leader Xie, what are you doing to a child? Bullying others is indeed in line with the purpose of your Haoqi League."

Xie Yuan sneered twice, retracted the spear/spear and sprayed.

"Where is the child from the Valley of the Wicked? Even if his reputation is hindered, if he can get rid of the evil, it will be considered as a thank you to a certain lifetime wish."

"Even if the two children have a close relationship?"

"Who has a lot to do with that kid in your family!"

Xie Yuan suddenly raised his voice, after having Yu Zhuocheng and Chu Xiaying, the fateful couple, the love-hate relationship between the chasing wind and shadow camps has become a taboo.

After all, no one wants to be the next Yu Zhuocheng who is already notorious.

On one side Wang Xie confronted tit for tat, on the other side the brothers met, sticky.

You give me a long sword, and I will give you gloves.

"Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu, how are you? These gloves are made of Tianxuan silk. They are invulnerable to fire and water, and they are also anti-virus and anti-corrosion. They are specially made of your favorite black leather style. They are the same as the ones you used to wear, right?"

Seeing Maomao's starry eyes looking forward to praise, Mu Yu reached out and patted his head affectionately.

"Yes, Maomao is very capable."

Of course, the gloves he used to wear on his hands were just ordinary leather, neither waterproof nor fireproof, how could he live up to Mao Mao's wish.

After giving the gifts, the two brothers, who had already started to make pink bubbles, parted a little while Wang Xie was still arguing about the deep relationship between the two.

Mu Yu was too lazy to care about such boring things, but listened to Maomao's murmur.

"Xiao Yu, I seem to have forgotten to say hello just now?"

"What does he do?"

"This is not good. After all, we will be a family in the future." Thinking of his plan, especially the word dowry began to flash in his mind, Maomao looked away a little embarrassed, and then greeted, "Thank you, Uncle~"

Xie Yuan, who was choking with Old Wang, was startled by the voice, and it took him a long time to recover, his teeth were chattering, and his face was livid, he shouted, "Who is your Uncle Xie?"

"Then... Uncle Xie?"

With the sound of 'click', Xie Yuan's spear/gun barrel for many years was pinched and broken by five fingers, and the string called reason was also broken.

Nineteen

Everyone in the world knows that the majestic young leader, Mu Xuanying, known as Sirius, is a generous and benevolent hero, calm and gentle. Looking at the overall situation, he often uses strange tactics to save the day in adversity.

Then, after those people praised, they would always add a sentence or two, "As expected of the son of Ren Jian Mu Tianlei" or "As expected of the apprentice of Leader Xie Yuan".

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has the intention. Mu Xuanying, who has been surrounded by many auras, can only scratch her ponytail, shy and humble.

Who can know, in fact, he is not as good as the world says.

He also used to play petty temper, regardless of his injuries, he dragged his two noble sisters who took care of him to Daoxiang Village, and finally dragged them to die at a young age, and made his brother Xiaoyu have to ask Uncle Wang to save people From then on, we will be on each other's side.

He was also full of resentment, resentment for Uncle Yang Shiliu who was rescued by his father but did not have time to call for reinforcements, resentment for his mother who could not remember his face for giving him up to die in love with his father, and even resentment for those carefree people Enjoy chasing children who are playing.

He was also hated by others, even if what he killed was a heinous bandit, he was still a human being and had his own family and relatives.

What's more, sometimes hesitation or wrong decision-making directly caused his subordinates to fight to the end in order to protect him, stepping on mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and achieved his reputation as a hero of benevolence and righteousness.

They couldn't see the blood all over the sky behind him, and they didn't understand that the killing in the name of justice was no different from those villains, they were all killing each other.

There are two wishes in his life, to protect his brother Xiao Yu, and to fight to the death with his mighty body.

Unfortunately, he failed to do both.

His brother Xiaoyu struggled with many painful memories, sometimes sober and sometimes crazy, but he could only stand in the opposite camp, and he couldn't even speak comforting words.

He is his maomao, but he is also the majestic sky wolf Mu Xuanying, he is his elder brother Xiaoyu, and he is also a lunatic from the Valley of the Evil.

Sirius and Crazy, the titles that gradually spread during the Anshi Rebellion, he felt a little sad when he heard it, from small lunatic to lunatic, the change is only one word, but it contains thousands of meanings.

If it's really crazy, it's fine, it's not so much pain if it's crazy, but his brother Xiaoyu is more awake than anyone else, how hard it is.

It is said that words are the palest and most hurtful. Back then, Cangshan Erhai said "Mo Daxia", and the karma came back many years later.

At that time, An Lushan had just died, An Qingxu and Shi Siming collapsed, and Datang had a moment of respite.

He chased Mo Yu all the way east, and what he saw most was the familiar but unfamiliar back.

"Mu Xuanying, are you really trying to stop me?"

Mo Yu's face was condensed and handsome, and his figure was tall and straight. He looked straight at him, his black eyes were as dark as darkness, shining with a dark light that he couldn't understand.

Calling her by first and last name, the most common address, made Mu Xuanying's chest sore, with an indescribable pain.

In the end, the two almost broke up on bad terms. Seeing Mo Yu's figure walking away without any hesitation, he felt for the first time that he couldn't catch up.

The bone-chilling coolness of Ningxue Kungfu still remained in the limbs and bones, and the shallow pain in his chest became more and more obvious. It was not until Mo Yu disappeared in front of him that he bit his lips tightly and let out an unbearable groan.

The battle just now had almost exhausted his internal energy, without the masculine Yi Jin Jing internal energy protection, a chill even more piercing than Ningxue Kungfu rushed through the muscles and veins of his body, as if it was going to freeze his whole body.

He clutched his cramped chest and couldn't help himself, wishing he could use his hand as a blade to cut out that heart and throw it away.

It was only after he fell to the ground in a daze that he realized that he was suffering from a three-yang exsanguination.

At that moment, he really thought he would die.

He rejoiced more than once, luckily Mo Yu left without hesitation, luckily he... didn't look back.

Once Sanyang Juemai gets sick, he will be hovering on the verge of death. No one knows how many times he can survive the sickness, maybe it will be tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, and he will suddenly fall asleep.

Uncle Xie immediately asked him to go back to Yancheng to recuperate, and he agreed, but he wanted to see Mo Yu for the last time.

That side happened to allow him to see the scene where Mo Yu was wiped out of his insanity by the black-toothed Yuanyou. Without even thinking about it, he hugged him tightly and rolled down the river.

At that time, they were swept away by the current and rushed to a small deserted village with few people in the lower place, where they spent the last week of peace and comfort with a touch of happiness.

Afterwards, he returned to Luoyan City, lingering on the sick bed, he didn't die in the horse leather shroud on the battlefield, he didn't die on the road of fighting for righteousness, he died on the bed, and he was still in front of Uncle Xie.

He still dare not recall how he felt when the white-haired man sent the black-haired man to his uncle who treated him like his own son. He could only try his best to comfort him by pretending to be well-behaved and sensible, not daring to reveal half of his true feelings.

At that time, he was very calm, and even had a faint expectation of being liberated.

Once Mu Xuanying died, he was just Mao Mao, the orphan who was exiled to Daoxiang Village, the boy who depended on Mo Yu for life, and that silly Mao Mao that no one called him for a long time.

But as soon as he touched Uncle Xie, whose sad face seemed to have aged overnight, he felt ashamed of his selfishness.

A great hero, he may never reach that height.

The memory began to blur, holding the Seven Star Longyuan, which was no different from the Longquan sword given to him by Uncle Xie in his memory, he couldn't help but want to blurt out the word "uncle".

Uncle Xie is now young and full of vigor and vitality.

Hey, you said that the adjective alive and kicking is wrong?

Don't you think this word is very cute when used on Uncle Xie~

Maomao blinked, looked at his furious uncle, and smiled happily.

There are fewer wrinkles on his face, and there is no gray hair. More importantly, there is no haze in his eyes when he looks at him. Even if he doesn't hide his dislike for him, it's better than the fragility of holding back grief in his memory.

So he couldn't help but tease him—Uncle Xie, Uncle Xie~

And then accidentally overplayed it.

Silently looking at the scrapped spear in his uncle's hand, Maomao reflected in his heart, his temper was too suppressed in the Haoqi League, but now he rebounds too much, sometimes he can't control himself, like a runaway horse General temperament.

Embarrassedly scratching his ponytail, he chose his words carefully.

"Uh, Xie Leader, do you have a spare weapon?"

"No! Labor! Fee! Heart!"

"It's just the loss of a weapon. Wang believes that Leader Xie won't be unable to deal with such trivial matters."

"Self! Yes! Of course! Of course!"

"Hmph, save face."

"..."

"Ah, Xiao Yu, even if it's the truth, don't tell it!"

Maomao quickly covered Mu Yu's mouth and dragged him back, not realizing that he forgot to lower his voice because of fright.

"..."

Xie Yuan's anger value is MAX, ready to launch, countdown, ten, nine, eight...

At this moment, only heard a chuckle from far to near, Li Fu, who was always confident in his chest, cupped his fists at Lao Wang Lao Xie and said with a smile.

"It's really not easy to see Guzhu Wang and Xie Mengzhu appear here at the same time. They must have come for Xiao Sha and the three villains. Since the purpose is the same, why not join forces for a while?"

Guzhu Wang said very coldly, and Xie Yuan snorted directly.

Li Fu's gentle smile remained unchanged, and he continued to talk on his own. Anyway, the two of them didn't expressly object, so he assumed that he agreed.

In many cases, a thick skin is a must!

"Wang Guzhu, please wait for a moment, it will be time for the patrolling soldiers to change shifts, and then we will break through together