After I went down to earth, I hired a loyal dog shadow guard

Yan Liu was a taciturn and quick-witted person. Ying Shiqi refused to let him approach the main house, so he would not approach him. He only put hot water, medicinal juice and meals at the door of the main house every day.

Ying Shiqi had been guarding Tianji without sleep for two days, and he had lost too much blood in the bed. One afternoon, Ying Shiqi finally couldn't hold on, and fell asleep beside Tianji's bed.

Yan Liu, that is, Wuxi, jumped in from the window lightly, without making a sound when his toes landed on the ground. He restrained his breath, approached Ying Shiqi and Tianji lightly, looked around carefully, then turned and left. Not long after, A carrier pigeon flies out of the yard.

When Mo Jitian received the letter, he was already on his way to the capital. Wuxi explained in detail in the letter. Although Mo Jitian didn't tell him the real identity of Ying Shiqi, Wuxi could already see clearly.

Ying Shiqi and Mo Jitian look so much alike, Wu Xi could tell when he first saw Ying Shiqi, the eyebrows and eyes of the two seemed to be carved out of the same mold, but Ying Shiqi was a little immature , I used to work as a shadow guard in the killing hall, and I wore a mask all the year round, so no one recognized it.

There are sword wounds on the right shoulder and waist, broken tendons in the hands, loss of both vitality and blood...

Mo Jitian looked at the letter in his hand, and the regret in his heart seemed to overflow his chest. This is his son. He didn't grow up under his wings since he was a child, and now he still has to endure his seriously injured body to be a cow and a horse for others!

Ying Shiqi saw that the meals in front of him were not the same. The only thing they had in common was the tonic diet, "Is this what the master ordered you to cook?"

Wu Xi bent down and said: "Yes, no, originally the lord wanted to buy a cook, but when he asked if I could cook medicinal food, he bought me." After finishing speaking, he bowed his head and smiled honestly.

"Since you cook good food, why did it fall into Ren Yazi's hands?"

"The young one is a rough man. Someone in my ancestors was a cook in the palace and left a cookbook. The young one just happened to study the recipes well, but my younger brother couldn't see it, so he tricked me into selling me to Ren Yazi. Where to cook is not to cook, I have always lived alone, as long as there is a place for me to cook."

Wuxi brings to life a simple and honest big fool who only loves to cook.

Shadow Seventeen completely dispelled his suspicions. Previously, the shadow guards were doing straightforward work. In terms of tactics, they were not as good as the spies in the Hall of Faith.

"Dong dong" came the sound of knocking on the door outside.

Wuxi moved his ears, it came so fast, didn't he just acted in vain.

Ying Shiqi went to open the door, but he didn't expect that the person outside the door turned out to be the leader of the Demon Cult!

Ying Shiqi didn't know why Mo Jitian appeared here, seeing his former master all of a sudden, he had to kneel down and salute subconsciously, Ying Shiqi restrained himself firmly, his current master is Tianji, and now the Demon Sect The leader is just a stranger to him, besides, there are so many shadow guards in the killing palace, and he took off his mask, the leader should not be able to recognize him.

"Who... are you looking for?" Ying Shiqi asked tentatively. He noticed that the leader's expression was different. Ever since he saw him, he had been staring at his face, but told Shiqi not to look directly back.

"Shadow Seventeen!" Mo Jitian said every word, as if the words were worth a thousand dollars.

Ying Shiqi felt the great pressure, but he didn't expect the leader to remember himself, did he come here now to continue to trouble the master?Ying Shiqi knew that facing the leader, he would not have the slightest power to fight back.

"Master." Ying Shiqi knelt down on one knee slowly, saluting like ordinary congregants.

Mo Jitian looked at the face in front of him that was very similar to himself. His biological son had lived under his eyelids for nearly 20 years, but he didn't realize it. In the end, he gave his biological son to others for the sake of his heir.

Mo Jitian gently helped Ying Shiqi up, looked at the slightly doubtful face in front of him, a sternness flashed in his eyes, and said to Yan Liu who was behind Ying Shiqi, "Wu Xi, bring a bowl of water!"

No interest?Xindian's best spy!

Ying Shiqi looked back, and was a little annoyed to find that Yan Liu, who had always bent slightly and looked honest before, had straightened his back, and by some means, his dark face had returned to fair. There is still a trace of handsomeness in between, and he is completely different from the previous Yan Liu.

Worthy of being the best spy ever!After getting along with each other for the past few days, Ying Shiqi realized that Wu Xi had no malicious intentions, instead he kept supplementing his body in different ways, and even urged him to change his medicine, but why would such a person be by his side and his master?

Mo Jitian walked to the small stone table in the middle of the yard, and Ying Shiqi followed him silently, hoping that the leader's trip would not harm the master, otherwise, given the current situation of him and the master, they would be almost powerless to resist.

Wuxi came over with a bowl of water, knowing that the leader would repeat what he did 19 years ago. Although he was not in the Demon Cult back then, he also heard that the person whom the leader loved for three years was not his His own son, because the blood of the two is not compatible.

Now, after finding Ying Shiqi with great difficulty, and the two people's faces are so similar, Mo Jitian now firmly believes that someone did the blood test back then, and now he has to prove with facts that Ying Shiqi is his biological son.

Mo Jitian pulled out the dagger from his waist, drew a bloodstain on his thumb, dripped the blood into the water, and handed the dagger to Ying Shiqi.

Ying Shiqi had a bold idea in his heart, but felt it was unbelievable. He silently took the dagger, and made a cut on his thumb, dripping blood into it.

Two drops of blood fell into the bottom of the bowl, moved closer to each other and then gradually separated, but still did not blend together!

Mo Jitian looked at the water in the bowl, his canthus cracked, "Impossible!" In his anger, he couldn't control his inner strength, and he slapped the stone table with his palm, and the stone table cracked.

Wu Xi looked at Mo Jitian, who was a little bit rampant in front of him, terrible!This is a harbinger of madness. It is said that Mo Jitian has stayed on the eighth floor of Ling Tian Gong for many years. Ling Tian Gong is extremely domineering.

"Master!" Wu Xi shouted in a low voice, his voice mixed with internal force.

Mo Jitian's eyes regained clarity, but he still looked at the two drops of blood in the bowl, and murmured: "Impossible, impossible, they look so similar."

Mo Jitian turned around and held Ying Shiqi's shoulder, "Ying Shiqi, do you still remember your parents?"

The excessive force caused pain in both shoulders. Ying Shiqi couldn't help but gritted his teeth, "Master Hui, entered the killing hall at the age of seventeen or thirteen. I don't remember the past."

Mo Jitian let go of his hand in disappointment, sat on the stone bench, bowed his head and said nothing.

Looking at the scene in front of him without interest, the leader of the Demon Cult, who has always acted resolutely and arrogantly, just sat here in such a dejected manner, and the person who was most likely to be the young leader just stood beside him, as if nothing to do with him, as if as long as he didn't move His new master, everything goes your way.

"Master, you and Ying Shiqi look so similar, even if you walk on the street, others will think you are a pair of father and son. I don't believe that you are not related by blood,"

Wu Xi has been a spy all the year round, and has read countless people. He can tell whether he is a father or son at a glance. The reason why Wu Xi is the best spy is that he is not superstitious about experience, brave to break the rules, and looking for various opportunities to hear news , Therefore, this method of blood test may not be credible!

"Master, just wait for me." Wuxi performed lightness kung fu and flew out.

After a while, the three generations of grandparents and grandchildren from the family next door were brought over, and they did things cleanly without any interest, and directly acupointed them, "Master, this is the old Wang family next door. They have lived in Kyoto for generations, and they are definitely their own ancestors." Three generations of grandchildren."

The three of them were frozen, with the same panic showing on their similar faces, and in front of Mo Jitian without interest, they dripped blood on the two pairs of father and son, and the blood dripped together.

Wu Xi frowned and looked at the result. He didn't believe in evil, so he knocked the three of them unconscious and carried them back to the next door. He didn't know where he brought a pair of father and son, dripping blood, blending together!

Wuxi continued to look for people. In half an hour, he had already found eight pairs of father and son, each of which was an honest commoner in the capital. Among them, the blood of two pairs of father and son did not blend.

Wu Xi was afraid that Mo Jitian would think the chances were too small, so he continued to search for several couples of father and son, until he encountered another pair of incompatibility. Only then did Mo Ji really believe that the blood of biological father and son might also be incompatible. Jitian is not a pedantic person, and he will not doubt it when the facts speak louder than words.

Mo Jitian showed joy, and thanked Wu Xi: "Wu Xi, thank you very much, remember to give these people some money."

"You are welcome, the leader, the money has already been given." Wuxi replied, he and Mo Jitian knew each other very little, and when Mo Jitian founded the Demon Cult, he came to find a place to live, and because he was good at inquiring information, he did it. The master of the Hall of Faith is just not in the Demon Cult all the year round, and the affairs of the Hall of Faith are mostly handled by the Deputy Hall Master. In fact, he regards Mo Jitian as an old friend from the bottom of his heart, so he naturally hopes that Mo Jitian will not miss his son.

Mo Jitian raised his head and looked at Ying Shiqi complicatedly, there was something lingering in his eyes, and he finally learned that the person in front of him was Xi'er back then, his own son, and he didn't know what to do.

Mo Jitian remembered that when Xi'er was a child, he often went out to deal with school affairs. As soon as he came back, Xi'er ran over and hugged his leg and called Daddy.

Wuxi saw that Mo Jitian and Ying Shiqi stared at each other, and neither of them opened their mouths to speak. It was really strange. It is understandable that a son didn't realize it for a while. Don't take the initiative, Wu Xi thought, probably...it's more timid to be close to the nostalgia, it seems that this word is not used in this way, but the meaning is similar.

"Master, I haven't had time to eat the food I prepared for the young leader in the backyard. I'll go and heat it up. Come over and eat together."

Mo Jitian got up when he heard the words. He didn't know how to treat such a big son. When he was a child, he often hugged Xi'er or held his hand, but now he didn't seem to know what to say. He is not a competent father. Xi'er has suffered for so many years.

"Ying Shiqi, your name is Mo Yunxi, and you are... my son." Mo Jitian said to Ying Shiqi, his face was as serious as ever, but his fluctuating eyes betrayed his nervous heart.

After some operations just now, Ying Shiqi already understood that the person in front of him, who was always high in his memory, and who could only see the hem of his robe and the tip of his shoes when he kowtowed, was really his father, but so what? ?

"Master, this subordinate understands." Ying Shiqi actually didn't think that having a father would change him in any way. He has been killing the palace since he was three years old. He knew the word father, but he had no specific words at all. The concept, as he grows older, he has long forgotten the image of his father before the age of three, and he rarely thinks about it after that. The training of shadow guards has occupied all his energy. For his father, he has no thoughts or expectations, so now After knowing who his biological father is, there are not many waves in his heart.

The author has something to say: This paragraph is a bit sloppy, please be more tolerant of the viewers (cup fists~)