not bound

The invasion of Guangmingtang failed, but for Mo Yuchen, introducing Guangmingtang itself was a dangerous move. Outsiders are double-edged swords. This chess piece.

The second accident that Mo Yuchen encountered next was the death of Yan Lang.Yan Lang has hidden his business, and Mo Zelan also found Yan Lang's trace.The revenge of an old friend from thousands of years ago can't escape. Mo Yuchen can't stop Mo Zelan, otherwise Mo Zelan's mind will definitely resist. At that time, he can't control two people at the same time, and what follows is Having exposed himself, Mo Yuchen had no choice but to let go.

The only thing that can continue this plan is time, Mo Zelan has been planted with the puppet mark, and once Yan Lang dies, Mo Quchen can enter Mo Zelan's body.The longer time passes, the easier it is for Mo Zelan to lose herself.Mo Zelan's body is much easier to use than Yan Lang, and sooner or later he will be able to achieve his goal.

A few years later, the plan encountered a third accident, which was caused by a doctor named Xue Zangxue.He entered Wuyun City, accidentally bumped into and rescued Father Fu, and thus got involved with the Yamen.This in itself can be guided, just like the god who caught Lan Mo back then, didn't he hide obediently and dare not show his head after being found out to that point.

But the most frightening thing is that he ran into the Suzaku Restaurant again by mistake, and feelings appeared between Mo Zelan and Xue Zangxue.This made Mo Zelan's instability begin to appear frequently, and Mo Zelan increasingly wanted to seize the initiative of the body.Later, because of jealousy and uneasiness, he advanced the death plan of Mo City Lord, and wrote the ninth letter of Bafang, which should not have appeared at all. The reason was just to blatantly kill Fu Xiao, his rival in love, um, one of them.

Mo Quchen was not a person who believed in fate, but when he learned that Xue Zangxue was the son of Wuyan, he was still choked up.This Xue Zangxue destroyed the weapon project many years ago, and destroyed the autumn insect project many years later. He destroyed the nodes of a spider web one by one, accepted the invitation on behalf of Fu Xiao, and appeared on the final battlefield of Huangyan City facing the center of the spider web. Mo Yuchen, is the plan of the puppet mark also disrupted by him?

"I should have killed you earlier." Mo Yuchen said with a sigh.

"Yeah, you should have found me and killed me when I was inexperienced or single-handed. But it's too late now, I have stood in front of you, and I will kill you soon."

Xue Zangxue laughed at himself: "Although it is very likely that I can't beat you. But this is the agreement I made with Mo Zelan. I, Xue Zangxue, will fight you with all my strength and never die!"

"You are strong."

"I really hope that I can fight with you in my lifetime. Regardless of everything, it's just a fight."

"It's as if the two of us have come to an end. You must know that there is a sky beyond the sky, not to mention the whole world. Even if it is the Consonance Continent, you and I are not top-notch. What is there to compare it to?"

"In my heart, Xue Zangxue, there is only one opponent left in this life, Mo Zelan, and the others don't count."

"An agreement?"

"Okay, promise."

Xue Zangxue looked into Mo Zelan's eyes earnestly. The waves were turbulent and the soldiers were chaotic. He was struggling, flustered, and in pain.

Xue Zangxue suddenly became quiet.Sure enough, just like himself, changing a body cannot easily integrate the soul, so Mo Zelan is still alive, at least he still has consciousness.Did he know that he was designed by his father?Would you be sad if you found out?Xue Zangxue felt a little distressed.

"My father was controlled by the puppet mark, killed my mother, and then summoned the fire bird to burn the sky and destroy the earth. As a result, when my mother came back to life, he was already dead."

"If I had been marked by this puppet, I would probably commit suicide when I was rational."

The man gritted his teeth in his ear: "How dare you! Only I can kill you."

The man parted his hands, stared into his eyes and asked, "What if it was you?"

The man said: "My mother gave me my life, so I will not commit suicide. But if necessary, kill me, and you will come by yourself."

He nodded and said, "Okay."

However, at this time, Xue Zangxue suddenly regretted that he agreed so quickly, why did he come in person?How can I do it?

If it had been before, he would have killed him quickly.

But now I really can't do it.

Mo Zelan's knuckles were turning white as she clenched the scythe, but there was Mo Quchen's signature smile on her face: "Do you really want to die forever?"

Xue Zangxue showed an extremely gentle smile.

Don't worry, I won't let you alone, if you kill him, I will die with you too.

Maybe our two lives can't offset all the previous sins, but it is the best choice to make the future debt free.

"Then let's not die."

***

The two fought with each other and did not relax for five days and five nights. In the end, Xue Zangxue was exhausted. In a trance, the distance between the two was exactly controlled within the distance that Mo Yuchen wanted most.

Mo Yuchen waved his long sickle, and red light fell down with scorching pain.The heat spreads with the wind from the scythe, just scratching the skin a little bit is like being in purgatory to suffer the pain of peeling.At that moment, Mo Yuchen seemed to have returned to Fenhai, the madness that the fire of sin ignited himself and burned the world.

The enchanting and frivolous Mo Zelan is like a star in the morning, a unique and wonderful existence in the dark night sky.

The stern and majestic Mo Zelan is like a cold moon, cold and lonely, enduring thousands of years of loneliness.

At this time, Mo Yuchen, who has become crazy, is occupying Mo Zelan's body, like the scorching sun in the desert, as if he wants to incinerate everything, burn everything up.

Xue Zangxue could only block it with all his might, and the blue light of Broken Joan flickered, and every time it collided, the light like snow flakes was instantly swallowed by the red, unable to fight back.

This battle was lost from the very beginning, no matter whether his soul was Mo Zelan, Yan Lang or Mo Yuchen, he lost the moment he saw Mo Zelan's monstrous face.

He couldn't get close, and he didn't dare to get close. The frenzy in the flames would burn him to ashes.

Xue Zangxue found it amazing that in this kind of battle that could not let up even a moment, he could ignore Mo Yuchen's imprint, and only saw the part of his body that belonged to Mo Zelan. His soul was reflected in his eyes, pain, loneliness , madness, and self-abandonment, all of which I have seen in the mirror.

They are the same people, so why do they kill each other?

He remembered the first time they met, the brothel owner in crimson clothes walked down the stairs with a stunning beauty in his arms, but he was more graceful than that beauty, and his every move, every frown and smile showed elegance.He walked in front of him, there were doubts and frivolity in those charming eyes, as well as the excitement of meeting his opponent.

Wearing that ridiculous old man's mask, he sat on the tall steed and bent over to look at himself, his eyes were extremely sincere, and said, my name is Mo Zelan, Axue, you can call me Zelan, I only allow you to do this alone Call.

He half-closed his peach blossom eyes, and said with an incomparably enchanting smile, I am the boss here, Mo Zelan.

He leaned over to his ear and said softly, Axue, you can call me Zelan, I only let you call me that.

"Zelan."

He whispered the name unconsciously.

The person in front of him paused slightly, as if he had been summoned back to his departed soul.

Xue Zangxue called him Brother Mo when he was serious, Boss Mo when he was joking, and usually called him by first name and last name when he was angry.

This is the first time he called himself that!

Focusing his eyes on Xue Zangxue, he smiled bitterly, and a broken face appeared in his eyes.

The temperature on the sickle slowed down, but the bloodthirsty killing intent couldn't stop.

Xue Zangxue's neck finally touched his ghost burial sickle, this is a move that kills ordinary people immediately, as long as he uses a little more force, he can imagine his head flying several feet away.

At that moment, a cold touch came, and Xue Zangxue felt that his blood vessels were cut, and the feeling of death was no stranger.

die?

The hurried footsteps of Flying Scythe flashed in his mind, he stopped under the Chonghua tree, he opened his hands, the wind was soft, supporting his face and his hair.

He suddenly thought of this young man, a name came up from the bottom of his most ancient heart, he couldn't tell what it was like, was it extremely sore or empty?The name was just stuck in his mouth, his lips opened and closed, and the tip of his tongue flicked behind his teeth.This must be an incomparably clear name, and it must be nice to read, but he has been unable to make a sound.

Flying sickle.

"Flying sickle." Xue Zangxue pronounced the name, these two words slipped across the tip of his tongue, it should be pronounced tenderly, but at this moment, there was an unbelievable pain.

He finally remembered that it was also a cloudy and rainy day.

Wheat-colored skin, slanted thick eyebrows, straight nose bridge, light-colored soft lips, white and neat teeth, and slightly sweet pastry-like smell remained the same.And those gentle eyes that bend into the moon when they smile.

General Flying Scythe of Guangming Hall.

General?

The Lightbringer had said some vague words before he died, but now that he thinks about it, of course he wants to dedicate his scabbard to the general.

That's right, it wasn't until that time that I suddenly realized that the person I loved turned out to be an enemy.

Then, what happened?

Then I asked that person a question.

What's the problem?

Come to think of it, that was a stupid question.

"What have you always thought of me?"

"Wife," the man replied.

Ah yes.

Yes, I loved that person, even if he betrayed me.

Until now, I dare not admit this fact.