[Basic three] Help, wait for me

Wuxinjiao almost messed up.

Mo Zhichen no longer cares about church affairs, and stays by Nan Jiu's side all day long.

During the day, I would hold him in my arms, comb his long hair, and tell him legendary stories; at night, I would wipe his body and undress him, and fall asleep in my arms.

It seemed that Nan Jiu was just sleeping and recuperating, and would wake up soon.

But Jian Ge and Lu Qianyun, who often come and go in and out of their room, can see that Nan Jiu is getting sicker and paler day by day, weaker and thinner day by day, and his cheekbones are also swollen and tall, and he has lost all the vigor and vitality that he had a while ago .

Fortunately, he was asleep and could not experience all the pain, which was probably the most merciful way to die.

Lu Qianyun had no choice but to run around almost day and night, looking for Mo Wanfeng's whereabouts.

Jian Ge was even more helpless, for several days in a row, all the kidnapped doctors were turned away by Mo Zhichen.

In Wuxin Sect, those who didn't know the reason were rumored that the leader Mo was crazy, and those who knew the reason just kept silent and sighed.

Mo Zhichen waved his sleeves, saying that he would never see these annoying things again, and piled up all the academic affairs essays outside the door.

From time to time, Jian Ge would pick up some important things to criticize for him, and then take them in and tell Mo Zhichen.Whenever Yutong gave an order, Mo Zhichen just nodded absently in agreement, and even Jian Ge deliberately annoyed him by saying that he wanted to order bloodbath to wash Tibetan sword, but he didn't respond.

They all understood that seven days, now five days have passed.

Jian Ge looked down at the silk with the urgent red ax seal in her hand, smiled wryly for a long time, then tore it to pieces, and fled it against the wind without a trace.

Mo Zhichen was like this, so there was no need to deal with these matters, it would be better to choose a few good-looking coffin boards for him, so he could have some refreshments.

Yes, not only must it be gorgeous, but it must be able to sleep two people, so that the two of them will be together for life and life, and they don't have to be half-dead all day long to obstruct Jian Ge's eyes.

In a fit of anger, he tore up a lot of papers, scattered paper scraps all over the sky, and then really strode down the mountain to find a coffin for Mo Zhichen.

Walking all the way to the col where the two brothers of the Mo family confronted each other with swords, Jian Ge stopped and looked up at the snowstorm.Everything started from here. If he had known that such terrible things would happen later, he should have snatched Nanjiu back together in the heavy snow that day.

There was a dark cloud above the head, Jian Ge secretly sighed, it's really an unlucky place, why don't you find a great monk to consecrate it in two days, so as to avoid disaster.

In two days...

Forget it, after two days, Mo Zhichen doesn't know whether he wants to live or not, and the Wuxin Sect will probably be disbanded, so why pay for the master.

It's better to continue looking for a coffin shop, and buy some paper money along the way to prepare, besides Mo Zhichen, Nan Jiu can always use it.

The wind suddenly whistled, the ice and snow dazzled Jian Ge's eyes, he raised his wrist to block it, and saw a crow falling straight from the sky, almost fell to death at Jian Ge's feet, it was still flapping its wings when it landed, it was really a struggle .

Jian Ge took a step back, cursing in a low voice what a day it was, it was too ominous, with dark clouds covering her head and crows jumping under her feet.I'm bored enough, and I look carefully, but it doesn't seem to be a crow, but a black dove.

The wing feathers were cut a few times, and the little claws were tied together, obviously it didn't fly by itself, and a piece of satin was hung around the neck, and a small tube was tied on the leg.

Jian Ge looked around vigilantly, but it was empty, with only the occasional sound of bamboo hitting in the snowy forest.

The pattern on the satin piece surprised Jian Ge, without further ado, he picked up the pigeon and stepped back after doing a little effort.

It is inevitable that I will be excited, maybe two days later, there will be a new turning point.

Because on the satin piece is the emblem of the Mo family.

Mo Wanfeng finally took action.

He rushed through the door, panting a bit, and threw the pigeon under Mo Zhichen's couch.

Mo Zhichen glanced casually, didn't move, continued to send Nan Jiuwan, and said after a while, "I'm in your eyes, and you don't have to use crows to scare people."

Jian Ge said, "Wipe your eyes, this is a pigeon!"

The pigeon was thrown twice in a row, gasping for breath, and it took a long time to grunt, but at least it showed its identity of pure pigeon blood.

Mo Zhichen said again, "Then you don't have to pretend to be a crow with a dead pigeon to scare people."

Jian Ge almost rushed up to beat him, held back, and said in a good voice, "This is a gift from your elder brother."

Mo Zhichen froze, and looked back half-believingly, Jian Ge raised his chin at the struggling pigeon on the ground, motioning him to look carefully.

Mo Zhichen was far more familiar with the emblem of the Mo family than Jian Ge, with just one glance, he bent over and tore off the small bamboo tube fastened to it.

After calming down, he took out the silk inside.

There are only a few numbers on the slender silk, but it is enough to give Mo Zhichen a lot of stimulation: "My brother Zhichen, Qingfeng, old house".

in front of the hall.

"Mo Zhichen, are you really going?" Jian Ge asked while blocking the door.

Mo Zhichen changed into the bright yellow that is unique to Tibetan swords, with the word Mo embroidered on the cuffs, and a high ponytail. Even after recovering from a serious illness, he still looks thin, tall and straight, elegant and elegant.

Seeing that he didn't reply, Jian Ge said tightly again, "You can't go, he must be setting you up on purpose."

Mo Zhichen brushed Jian Ge's hand away with a smile, and said, "If you don't want me to go, you won't come back with news."

Jian Ge frowned, "I really can't stand your virtue."

"If you stop me, I can have even more ugly virtues." Mo Zhichen tightened his collar and said rascally.

In this way, knowing that he couldn't stop him, Jian Ge didn't stop him anymore, and only asked when he stepped out of the door frame, "If you can't come back, what about the one in the room?"

Mo Zhichen was silent for a while, looked sideways at the direction of Nanjiu's room, and said solemnly, "Then bury my clothes tomb with him."

Turning around, she smiled lightly at Jian Ge, "Jian Ge, I have troubled you these days."

Jian Ge pursed her lips tightly, with an expression of indifference, she sat down on the front chair in the hall, tapped her fingers on the table in turn and said, "No trouble, if you die, this place will belong to me, and I will definitely take your Baby move out."

"Under the big spruce tree in the back mountain, there is also a pot of daughter's red buried, and I will also give it to you." Mo Zhichen said with a smile, "Drink it earlier, don't let it become a flower carving."

Seeing Mo Zhichen's leaving back, Jian Ge slowly retracted his fist, slammed it heavily on the table, and cursed, "Bastard."

Once Mo Zhichen is gone, life and death are unknown.

Why he and his elder brother had such a sworn feud, he never told Jian Ge.It's just that no matter how many years, no matter how many new weapons he acquires, the black gold epee behind Mo Zhichen has never left his body.Mo Zhichen said that the name of the epee is "Changfeng", which means long wind and breaking waves.

But since he carried the long wind on his back, he has not yet broken through the waves, but Mo Zhichen has been going deeper and deeper, until he is stuck in the mud struggling in the filthy world.

He knew that Mo Zhichen was going to end his old grudge now.

But Jian Ge is not qualified to stop him, so Mo Zhichen is an asshole; he is even more of an asshole when he asks Jian Ge to collect the corpses of their desperate pair of mandarin ducks; in the end, he even gave him a pot of daughter red, which is even more so. No buckle bastard.

The so-called daughter's red is the wine for wedding and wedding celebrations. Who in this room can afford this pot of daughter's red?It's better to sprinkle it on his Mo Zhichen's grave in a few days, and congratulate him on his wedding!

Sitting distractedly for a while, Jian Ge still couldn't hold back, and chased out with light footwork. When he reached the mountain pass, he saw Mo Zhichen's figure, and swooped down behind him.

Mo Zhichen turned around upon hearing the sound.

Jian Ge swung his two swords, curled his tongue, and threatened him, "Mo Zhichen, if you dare to die, I will throw Nanjiu to the mountain to feed the wolves."

Mo Zhichen sneered at first, then suppressed his smile and said calmly, "Jian Ge, thank you."

Thanks?Thanks hell!

Jian Ge shook his sword vertically, swept the snow in response to the sword energy, and hit Mo Zhichen straight, the ice and snow with the sword energy hit his body, although it was harmless, it would really hurt a bit, but he didn't miss it in the slightest hide.

He said negatively, "Mo Zhichen, you never believe my threats to you, but this time, if you still don't believe me, just go to Yan Wang and see if Nan Jiu will be thrown into the mountain!"

This time, he simply kept his word!

Mo Zhichen didn't answer, just cupped his hands and made a respectful bow to Jian Ge, and turned around without hesitation.

In the snowstorm, his figure was alone.

Jian Ge suddenly remembered that no matter when he looked at him, he was always walking alone, as lonely as winter in Kunlun.

Mo Zhichen walked in the snow with deep and shallow footprints, and the Wujin epee reflected a clear light behind him.

He has carried this long wind for eight years, and he has also carried the charge of killing his teacher for eight years.On a rainy night eight years ago, he was expelled from Haoqi and defected to the Valley of the Evil, and he was on the gold bar for rewards in a blink of an eye.

In the past eight years, in order to protect himself, although he thought he was innocent, the bounty on his head became heavier and heavier, and he couldn't breathe under the pressure.

He knew that half of the bounty was added by his elder brother, and he added 1000 taels every year, and sent people thousands of miles to follow and hunt him down every year.

He also knew that Mo Wanfeng was not wrong.

Therefore, no matter what method Mo Wanfeng used against him, he was willing to bear it, it was what he deserved.Such a confrontation, when he took over the long wind, he was already prepared for the worst.

But Nam-gu is innocent.

Meeting Nanjiu was the most unexpected accident among all the planned routes of Mo Zhichen.

Nanjiu's lively smiling face, Nanjiu's cute temper, Nanjiu's stubbornness, and everything about Nanjiu gave him the idea of ​​wanting to live a good life. When he came back to his senses, everything turned into south nine.

But when Nan Jiu threatened to betray his arrogance, he began to fear that his past would become Nan Jiu's future.He couldn't, couldn't let such a pure and innocent person fall into the mud, and couldn't let Nan Jiu suffer the same betrayal as him.

So he fled, fled back into the shell of the wicked.

What Jian Ge said was right, Mo Zhichen was a coward, he couldn't even save the person he liked, and he was hurt again and again.

And Nan Jiu, who came through the wind and snow at that time, was far braver than him.

He regretted it, regretted it from the beginning.

Now, he just wants Nan Jiu to stay by his side, and wants to possess him selfishly, so that he only sees himself.

He laughed secretly, Mo Zhichen, Mo Evil, have been ranked first on the reward list for so many years in vain, and they can't even understand this emotion.

If Nan Jiu can wake up, if Nan Jiu can know his thoughts that cannot be put on the table, I wonder if he will laugh at him again.

Kunlun has lived like a day for ten years.

Mo Zhichen stepped up his pace, the entanglement between their brothers for almost ten years would finally come to an end.