Reversed

Seeing this arrogant and violent blood-eyed Dragon King again now, Mao Mao felt that he was no different from those countless Spike soldiers who died at his hands, and he had really let go.

No matter when, Xiao Sha's first hatred is always Wang Yifeng, and Maomao sympathizes with Uncle Xie, who trembles with anger when Xiao Sha ignores him for the first time.

While everyone else was listening to Xiao Sha's confession of the world's secrets, Maomao quietly took Mu Yu away from Uncle Xie, who seemed to be quite normal at last.

The advantage of brushing the Nanzhao Palace once in the previous life is that there is a strategy!

"Xiao Yu, don't let Xiao Sha run away later!"

"Hmph, he can't run away."

Who would let Xiao Sha live for another ten years, wouldn't that be irritating.

Luo Li babbled a lot, and finally moved his hands over there. When Guzhu Wang's flute sounded and Xiao Sha's internal force confronted each other, Maomao had already pulled out the Seven Star Dragon Abyss, and the clear water-like sword body reflected his frowning face.

"Xiaoyu, are you doing well in Haoqi?"

There is no poisonous curse, no need to bear blood debts, and the knot in his previous life that he wanted to replace him with his body is gone. Even if he stays in the Haoqi League, which he doesn't like at all, does Xiao Yu feel that life is easier?

"What about you, Maomao? How is it in the Valley of the Wicked?"

Who knows the style of the Valley of the Wicked better than he, the former big villain, killing to stop killing, and blood staining three lives. If he fails to do this, he will never be able to gain a foothold in the Valley of the Wicked, let alone get the name of a little lunatic.

Neither of the two answered each other, and there was no need to answer. Now that they are standing here well, it is better than anything else.

Seeing that Xiao Sha was about to lose, Mao Mao, who was blocking the only exit, moved his ears with a dignified expression.

"Here we come! Xiaoyu!"

Of course Mu Yu also heard the movement, and immediately pressed the scimitar on his waist.

"Dragon Shadow Sword - Divide water!"

In the next second, the scimitar infused with internal strength drew a beautiful arc in the air, the sword energy swept across, and a group of men in black who came from the exit at a very fast speed retreated suddenly, but the leader was still beaten Fei spat out a mouthful of blood.

At the same time, Long Ming raised his sword, and Mao Mao, who was galloping forward on tiptoe, pierced Xiao Sha's heart with his sword.

The blood-eyed dragon king reacted quickly and clamped Mao Mao's hand holding the sword. No matter how hard he exerted his inner strength, he couldn't move forward. The hot and strong inner strength was released outward, and Mao Mao, who couldn't avoid the direct attack, let out a muffled grunt, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

This is the gap between a 15-year-old boy who hasn't grown up. If he were an adult, how could he be so easily hurt by Xiao Sha's inner energy.

"Mao Mao!"

Seeing that Mao Mao was injured, Mu Yu didn't care about the group of men in black, a terrible coldness suddenly broke out all over his body, and his palm covered with frost instantly slapped Xiao Sha directly.

Xiao Sha was fearless, with one hand firmly restraining Mao Mao's sword-holding hand, and with the other hand he met Mo Yu's palm across the air.

Mo Yu, who was too young and lacked internal strength, followed in Mao Mao's footsteps, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Seeing that Mu Yu was injured, Mao Mao's inner stubbornness surged up, it was nothing if he couldn't move his hands, so he directly bit down on that hand.

With a click, those good teeth were broken, and Xiao Sha groaned in pain, and threw his hand angrily, "Looking for death!"

Maomao, who was shot flying, rushed over again as soon as he landed, ignoring the dull pain in his chest.

Mu Yu's Snow Condensation Skill was used to the extreme, starting from the back of the hand facing Xiao Sha, the frost gradually spread upwards, and even the black hair began to be stained with silvery white. .

Without even thinking about it, he hugged Mu Yu, the bone-chilling coldness reminded him of the pain he suffered when Sanyang's pulse disappeared, and he couldn't help hugging him even tighter.

"Xiao Yu, Kong Ming Jue..."

As soon as the whisper-like voice fell, a wave of internal energy flowed into Mu Yu's body along Mao Mao's close body. He subconsciously invoked the Kong Ming Jue, and his somewhat weak internal energy immediately filled up.

The two practiced the Kongming Jue together, even if they each incorporated the Hongchen Secret Meaning and Yi Jin Jing, their essence still complements each other.

Mu Yu didn't know the connection between the two, but Maomao was very proficient. When Mu Yu was wiped out of his insanity, it was he who tried his best to guide the Kongming formula that echoed between the two of them so that he could calm down without exhaustion. And died.

The inner breath that wandered between the two became larger and larger, and even began to absorb Xiao Sha's red-hot inner breath, Mao Mao's eyes flashed, and he suddenly murmured.

"Blood-eyed Dragon King is 79 years old this year, right?"

Before Mu Yu understood the deep meaning of this sentence, he saw Maomao advancing instead of retreating, with both hands rushing out, he actually grasped Xiao Sha's other hand tightly.

Immediately, an even larger surge of inner energy surged in, and was gradually absorbed through the Kongming Jue that circulated between the two of them.

Mu Yu suddenly remembered about the diagnosis of Sanyang's dead veins, it needs an expert to help her open up the tendons and veins with a sixty-year-old internal force before she can be completely cured.

Mao Mao clearly wanted to use the blood-eyed Dragon King's internal strength to help him open up his tendons, and he didn't even think about how much Xiao Sha's internal strength, which had already become a crossbow bow, was left. It's not easy, and if you are a little careless, you can go crazy and be unimaginable.

Thinking of this, Mu Yu growled pale.

"Maomao, stop!"

Mao Mao's body shook, his black eyes flashed past complexly, and then he held the seven-star dragon abyss inserted a few inches into Xiao Sha's heart again, the turbulent internal force burst from the sword body, and the azure sword glowed like the dawn light A ray of light pierced directly through Xiao Sha's body.

The sword sounded continuously, and a winding line of blood split Xiao Sha's face in two, and the blood spread out.

22

Warm blood spurted out, and the unavoidable two were drenched in blood.

The strong smell of blood made him sick and stimulated his shaky sanity.

When he saw Mu Xuanying put the bloodless Qixing Longyuan into the sheath neatly and turned his head to look at him, he felt a pain in his head and was full of phantoms.

It was a familiar blood-stained face, even if the face hadn't grown and the skeleton hadn't been formed, it was still clear and handsome.

"Maomao..."

He thought of this man lying in his arms with a pale face and cold body, he could no longer open his eyes to look at him tenderly and nostalgicly, he could no longer call his name with a warm and clear voice, and fell asleep peacefully .

He thought they still had time, but it was just self-righteous after all.

He hugged the sleeping young man tightly, and rushed out from a pile of annoying bugs blocking the way. Whose blood dripped on his face, and he couldn't wipe it clean.

He lost Mao Mao, completely...lost.

This cognition made him crazy, he was completely crazy, and he was extremely sober.

On the road from Nanping to Kunlun, memories flooded him like a tide, and he was no longer as empty and pale as before.

That's right, he lost his memory, right after the battle with Wolf Fang Black Fang Yuanyou.

Personality, memory, everything about Mo Yu was erased by Hei Chi Yuan You's secret technique.

He will never forget the expression he showed when he woke up with a blank mind and asked the haggard young man in blue who was standing beside him who you were.

Fear, uneasiness, fragility, and sadness finally merged into a silly face that was about to cry.

Afterwards, all his memories were reinstilled by the blue-clothed youth, from his identity to the relationship of everyone in the Valley of the Wicked, from the current year to why they appeared here.

Apart from the name of the young man in blue, there is also the relationship between the two of them.

"You will forget, it just means that the memory is so painful that you don't want to remember it. If that's the case, why bother to find it."

To his questioning, the blue-clothed youth replied with a wry smile on his pale and thin but handsome face.

"No matter how much I say, it still doesn't feel real to you, so it's better not to say it." The young man looked at the sky and sighed softly, "It was the same way back then, when a bunch of strangers talked about me in front of me. How about your father, you will definitely inherit your father's last wish, it's like listening to a stranger's story, without any empathy."

Mo Yu, who was unfamiliar with the whole world at the time, agreed with this statement, but now he only feels angry.

This was the second time he was given up, the first time he let go of his hand, and jumped from Ziyuan Mountain self-righteously, and the second time, he thought he was good and didn't keep him.

No, obviously he didn't grab the hand he extended.

Thinking that he was running around looking for a solution because of his inner demons, and the man never flinched from the sarcasm, but he was annoyed at the irritability of the other party's entanglement, and finally turned his sword against each other.

Isn't he irritable, every time he mentions Daoxiang Village that has become his vague memory, and then asks the same question.

"Brother Mo Yu, in the beginning, why did you pursue power?"

Why do you feel weak because you want power because you feel weak?Because the most important things have been taken away, they must be taken back.What is that thing?

He kept asking and asking, and it seemed that the answer did not satisfy him.

His demons broke out, negative emotions surged, and thousands of words turned into the most hurtful weapon.

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

Later, when he lost his memory, the youth in blue still asked this question.

Instead of answering the rhetorical question, he threw the question back.

The young man in blue smiled slightly, like a clear sky after rain, without any haze.

"I want to protect someone, that's all."

Simple and beautiful wishes, clean and pure.

At that moment, Mo Yu was a little jealous of himself who had memories with the young man in blue. Those memories were really painful as the young man said, so he forgot them?

Later, until he snatched Mu Xuanying's body away, all the painful, bloody, and warm memories came back little by little, and the pain made him want to explode.

He thought he finally understood what he had said the last time we parted.

"Brother Mo Yu, if you live up to your original intention, you will always be there."

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