The Secret of the Reborn Shadowguard

Pushing open the door of the bedroom, Mo Wuqing saw someone on his bed at a glance.

He walked forward a few steps, and stood still by the bed with vigilance, but saw a man wrapped in red on the bed, his face was hidden behind the gauze curtain, half of his body was covered by the red dress , half hanging from the edge of the bed, leaking his smooth chest.

Mo Wuqing frowned, his face darkened suddenly, who in the capital had the guts to stuff the male pet directly into his dormitory.

Just as he was about to call for the guards, he saw the man in the tent suddenly move, and a dagger with a dark glow shot out from the tent. At the same moment, Mo Wuqing met a pair of eyes, a pair of Eyes that are pitch-black, sharp, and as calm as water but full of aura.

While admiring in his heart, Mo Wuqing flipped his cuffs, and a Gu worm that had been prepared earlier came out, and hit the man's wrist in an instant.

There was only a sound of zila, and then a burning smell poured into Mo Wurui's breath, making him slightly nauseous.

But he saw a round scorched black and very hideous wound on the wrist of the man in front of him, gurgling black blood flowed from his wrist, but in an instant, his whole body collapsed and fell heavily on the ground .

The Gu worm had achieved the effect, and this person no longer had the power to fight back.

The dagger fell at the sound, but was caught by Mo Wuqing, he clenched his palm tightly, and stabbed back at the man under his feet.

The dagger was about to cut through the man's throat, but the sudden heat in his body made Mo Wuqing change his attention. Mo Wuqing gritted his teeth and said bitterly: "It's a good way to hire you to assassinate me."

As he spoke, he snapped off the man's chin, looked into his mouth but did not see the poison sac.

No poison in your mouth?Mo Wuqing was puzzled and reached out to catch his chin. The more uncontrollable restlessness in his body made him throw the man onto the bed involuntarily, and he wanted to untie the red shirt that was already half hanging on the ground. .

"What are you going to do!" The man's voice sounded suddenly, it was cold and calm but unexpectedly pleasant, which made Mo Wuqing stunned, and dragged him to the candlelight not far away .

The lights in the room reflected the man's face, but he had a face that was not very prominent, but surprisingly clean and handsome. It seemed that he was not a killer, but rather a young talent in fresh clothes and angry horses.

Throat couldn't help but move, Mo Wuqing threw the man into the bed curtain again, looked at his pair of black eyes and sneered: "Since you are here to assassinate, you should have the awareness to give everything, right? "

After saying this, Mo Wuqing lost all his sanity, and vented all his desires on the person under him.

The cold night was stained with blood, and the white turbidity shot out made plum blossoms drawn on the bed quilt. The plunder and exploitation without any pity made the ruthless and unintentional killer below tremble, but did not utter a sound. A beg for mercy and a scream.

The night was quickly replaced by the dawn, and before you knew it, the sun had risen three poles.

After taking out a brand new coat and putting it on, Mo Wuqing glanced at the man on the bed who was still staring at the dark roof in a daze, and then pulled a coat from the side and put it on him again.

Looking at this man who no longer has any ability to resist, Mo Wuqing's eyes are full of complexity.

However, after a moment of pity, he once again became the king of the southern border, and those eyes once again returned to the blackness of the past, and the thick black color is a forbidden area that ordinary people cannot touch.

"Come here." Mo Wuqing yelled to the outside, and when he heard that someone had responded, he set his sights on the man again.

Mo Wuqing's voice was as calm as a pool of stagnant water, without any waves, he just asked, "What's your name?"

The plain inquiry made the man's body stiff and trembling for a moment. He slowly turned his head and focused his eyes on Mo Wuqing. After a while, he relaxed his body and said lightly: "Blood... Eagle..."

The hoarse voice was no longer as comfortable as yesterday, but it was not difficult to discern the tiredness and weakness in it.No fear, no hatred, even, no emotion.

"I remember." Mo Wuqing nodded, and tapped his fingers lightly on the bed board, again and again, until the footsteps of the approaching person had approached.

"King." Wuxin walked in while the two were talking, seeing the mess and corruption in the room, her pupils shrank involuntarily, and her right hand on the handle of the knife couldn't help but tighten a little.

Sensing the movement behind him, Mo Wuqing took his eyes away from the blood vulture, turned his head to look at Wuxin, waved his hand, and said, "Drag out, kill him."

"Yes." A trace of doubt flashed in Wu Xin's eyes, but he followed the order, but seeing the blood vulture on the bed with only a coat on, he didn't know how to restrain him.

He made up his mind and was about to make a move, but saw the blood vulture's eyes slowly focusing on the bed, trying to move his body with difficulty without the help of others, trying to get up from the bed.

His arms trembled violently, but they supported his whole body. Huge beads of sweat gradually condensed on the forehead, fell into the clothes wrapped around him, and melted into his long hair.

Clenching his teeth and putting on all the clothes he could wear, the blood eagle finally let out a soft breath as if he was relaxing, but it almost made him fall on the big bed again, and the wound that was not much better was torn and ruptured , blood overflowed desperately.

Seeing that Mo Wuqing had no objection to this, Wuxin stood aside and waited quietly for the blood vulture to clean up.

It took blood vulture a lot of effort to put on a set of clothes, and when he stood up from the bed, a long time had passed.

Wuxin took a step forward and was about to push him down, but suddenly saw the eyes of the blood vulture looking at him, obviously lost its brilliance, but it was unbearable to believe.

"I'll walk by myself." Blood Eagle said this, and then limped out of the house without any nostalgia or fear.

Mo Wuqing watched the blood vulture walk out of the bedroom, the door was wide open, and the sunlight pouring in made him squint while sitting on the bed.

There was still a trace of undissipated warmth on the quilt, and Mo Rurui's palm slowly stroked the quilt, and accidentally touched the white and fresh blood stains that had dried up.

Suddenly, as if he had sensed something, Mo Wuqing's fingers froze and his palm turned over, and a delicate bottle appeared in his palm.

Mo Wuqing carefully pulled out the cork, turned the bottle over in his palm, and in a moment, a Gu worm as transparent as jade crawled out of it.

After the Gu worm got out of the bottle, it seemed to be attracted by something immediately, it kept wriggling its body, and crawled towards a place like crazy.

Mo Wuqing tried to put it on the pool of blood, but saw that the frenzied Gu worm instantly quieted down, and slowly began to suck along the blood until the blood slowly disappeared, leaving only bits and pieces of blood left.

As for the jade-white Gu worm, its size and color didn't seem to change much, but it was no longer as excited as it was when it just crawled out of the bottle, and it was as quiet as if it had fallen asleep.

As if to confirm the thought in his mind, Mo Wuqing stretched out his hand and caught the Gu worm into the bottle, and rushed to the door in a hurry, but only saw Wu Xin standing alone outside the door.

Seeing Mo Wuqing coming out of the palace, Wuxin was taken aback for a moment, and then saluted, "King."

Mo Wuqing glanced around in a subtle way, and asked suspiciously: "Did that person just now be killed?"

"Not yet." Wuxin's eyes flashed brightly, the black scorpion on his face glistened blackly, and he lowered his eyes and replied, "Wuxin feared that the man's blood would pollute the king's bedroom, and ordered someone to drag him out of the courtyard. "

"You don't need to kill him. Bring him back and lock him into the side hall. Without my order, no one else is allowed to contact him." Mo Wuqing's gaze involuntarily looked towards the outside of the hall, and there was an anxiety in his words that he didn't even notice. .

--split line--

The cold and dark black iron chains were tied to the wrist of the person in front of him, and there was a rattling sound with every movement he made.

Mo Wuqing looked at the blood vulture in front of him, and suddenly there was a hint of interest in his eyes, and he said after a while: "I don't remember that there is such a number one person in my southern border, are you from Beiting?"

This person is harmless like a pet when he is quiet, but he is a very good killing weapon when he uses his hands. It is really interesting.

Blood Vulture didn't answer, but the doubts in his eyes were very clear. He looked at the bandaged wrist and the black iron chain on it, looked up at Mo Wuqing, then lowered his head and looked at the wrist again. above.

The reaction of the blood vulture was within his expectation, Mo Wuqing was not angry because of this, he just said: "If you don't want to say it, then don't say it, I know you are just a hired killer, you don't have a poison sac in your mouth, I'm afraid you will Just a lone killer."

Seeing that the person on the bed was still motionless, Mo Wuqing narrowed his eyes, and stood in front of the yellow rosewood table with his hands folded, while touching the cold orchid on the table, he said lightly: "You will live here Think about it, don't think about running away, this black iron chain can't be opened except for the key, and even the sharp blade of the sword can't be broken. As long as you stay here well, maybe one day, I will let you go."

Blood Vulture frowned, and finally set his sights on Mo Wuqing. After deliberating for a long time, he finally asked, "Why didn't you kill me?"

He was already ready to go to the underworld, and the knife edge was almost attached to his neck, but he was pushed aside by a life-saving stone that flew across the sky.He had seen the person who rescued him before, and it was Wu Xin, the guard of the Southern Border King in front of him.

"I just want to confirm my guess. Don't you killers always obey money and goods? Your fate is my reward for you." As he said, Mo Wuqing took the medicine that had been cold for a while on the table, Put it in front of the blood vulture, and said to him: "Drink it."

Looking at the bowl of pitch-black concoction, Blood Vulture's cold and hard face showed some signs of cracking, and he asked with a choked voice, "What is this?"

Seeing him like this, Mo Wuqing raised his eyebrows, and jokingly said: "Are you afraid? Is a person who is not afraid of death still afraid of such a bowl of medicine?"

The blood vulture turned his face away from looking at Mo Wuqing, reached out to take the jade bowl, and drank the medicine in the jade bowl in one gulp.

Seeing the wrinkled face of the blood vulture after drinking the medicine, Mo Wuqing's eyebrows were raised in novelty, and he couldn't help but feel happy. Is this killer still afraid of suffering?

After drinking a bowl of concoction, his mouth was full of bitter taste. Before the blood vulture had time to savor it, he felt dizzy. After a while, his eyes went dark and he lost consciousness.

Taking the jade bowl that fell out of the blood vulture's hand into his own palm, Mo Wuqing took out a dagger from his bosom, and cut a small wound on the other wrist of the blood vulture.

The thick black blood bubbling out of the wound made Mo Wuqing tighten his brows. Mo Wuqing shook his head and said, "You have so many poisonous substances in your body, you are really lucky to have survived until this time."

As he spoke, he took out the previous porcelain bottle again, and poured out the Gu worm from it again.

Mo Wuqing sprinkled some powdered medicine on the Gu worm, and after a while, he saw the Gu worm move its body a little bit, and slowly spit out a jade-colored and transparent Gu worm from its mouth, but it was smaller than it. After a few points, the rest of the place is almost exactly the same.

Pulled out a bamboo stick to pick up the slightly smaller jade-colored Gu, and Mo Wuqing placed it on the blood vulture's wound, and saw the Gu stretched its head slightly and sucked a few mouthfuls of blood , Chili slipped into the wound, and instantly melted into the blood vulture's body, and there was no trace of existence anymore.

Mo Wuqing carefully wrapped up the wound, but only heard a crackling sound, the veins on the blood vulture's forehead were already bulging, and the palms of his hands unconsciously clenched the quilt under him, pulling it hard. They were messy and almost broken.

There was a heavy panting sound, and the face of the blood vulture was burning red, as if the desire in his body was already on the verge of what he could bear.

Seeing such a blood vulture, Mo Wuqing couldn't help but sighed, and clapped his hands twice towards the empty room, only to see a guard-like man walking in from outside, but it was a strange face .

The man saluted Mo Wuqing first, and then took off his underwear without hesitation. Not long after, he was standing naked beside the bed, staring at the bed with red eyes greedily. The blood vulture.

The knuckles of his fingers were creaked by Mo Wuqing, watching the man slowly leaning towards the blood vulture on the bed, and the sound of the chains, Mo Wuqing suddenly became agitated for no reason .

The guard's hand touched the corner of the blood vulture's clothes, and began to remove the clothes that could be torn off almost instantly. He swallowed his saliva, and stretched out his hand towards the blood vulture's body trembling with hunger and thirst. .

"Damn it." Mo Wuqing cursed fiercely after all, stepped forward and yanked the guard off the blood vulture, and threw him aside with a bang. The quilt covered him.

"King!" The icy ground brought a bone-chilling chill, and the guard's body disappeared in an instant. Looking at Mo Wuqing's back, his face turned pale, and he shouted tremblingly.

Restraining the urge to kill, Mo Wuqing lowered his voice, held the blood vulture in his arms, and shouted coldly: "Get out!"

The guard didn't even have time to wear his clothes and trousers, he staggered and ran out, and he was already out of the door in three or two steps, leaning against the door he had brought, his head was covered in cold sweat.

Looking at the sweat-stained red face of the blood vulture, Mo Wuqing's eyes were full of complexity, and then the complexity was dispelled, gradually covered with obsession, and he said softly to the person under him: " Blood Eagle, what exactly did you do to me?"

The sound of chains moving, accompanied by gasps, resounded in the side hall of the Nanjiang king's bedroom.

--split line--

One year is fast and slow, and the yellow rosewood table next to him is rubbed by the blood vulture over and over again every day, and the flowers and plants on the wooden table have also been changed in several forms.

Mo Wuqing used to send him some seasonal flowers and plants, this time, it was still a cold orchid.

The cold orchids on the table exuded a faint fragrance, which floated into the blood vulture's breath lightly and quietly, making him squint his eyes.

The blood vulture looked away from the cold orchid, and looked at the tightly closed window, as if he could see the outside scene through it.

Outside, it seems to be snowing again.

With a creak, the door was opened, and Mo Wuqing, who was dressed in a black coat, shook the falling snow on his body, and with a turn of his internal energy, he dispelled all the chill around him.

Hearing the sound of opening the door, Blood Vulture's fingers froze, and he moved his palm away from the huanghuali wooden table, closed his eyes, put the iron chain on his wrist aside, and waited for Mo Wuqing to walk towards him Come.

Seeing that Mo Wuqing's face was full of worry, he took out a warm hand stove from his sleeve, stuffed him into the arms of the blood vulture, and said: "These days are getting colder and colder, you have no blood in your body now. Without internal strength, why didn't you know how to order people to take a few hand stoves to keep warm."

As he spoke, he glanced at the unburned braziers not far from the bed, frowned, and said, "The charcoal fire is about to go out, why don't you call people in, how do these servants serve you?" Yes, I don’t know if I came in and changed it.”

Blood Vulture remained expressionless, as if everything had nothing to do with him, but said indifferently: "I am a prisoner, how can I order them."

Saying that, the blood vulture laughed coldly, and said: "If you restore my internal strength, you don't have to bother me so much."

Having said that, the blood vulture glanced at Mo Wuqing briefly, then lowered his head to look at a scar on his wrist, where the flesh was sunken a little, and the wrinkled one was obviously an old wound.

What the blood eagle said made Mo Wuqing embarrassed for a moment, and he couldn't help but blurted out: "I said, one day I will..."

Speaking of this, Mo Wuqing's voice suddenly choked up, the words in his mouth swam in his throat for a moment, and then he swallowed them again.

Looking down at the blood vulture on the bed, Mo Wuqing kissed the blood vulture's cheek, let him rest on the pillow, felt the trembling of the blood vulture's body for a moment, Mo Wuqing stretched out his hand and patted his shoulder involuntarily, Comforting: "We won't do it today, you just need to rest well."

After wrapping up the quilt for him, watching the blood vulture slowly close his eyes, Mo Wuqing lay down next to the vulture and fell asleep with his clothes on.

The howling wind outside the window, accompanied by the rustling of falling snow, made Mo Wuqing never want to fall asleep.

"Blood Vulture, are you asleep?" In the darkness, Mo Wuqing suddenly asked the back of the Blood Vulture.

I don't know if the blood vulture heard it, but Mo Wuqing suddenly opened his mouth slowly, and said leisurely: "Actually, there are many things that I have never told you, blood vulture."

"In the beginning, your blood reflected the Jade Muscle Gu, which had been sleeping all this time. Perhaps it was because of the poison in your body. I just wanted to feed it with your blood and let it grow again. The mother Gu You can't control it, so naturally I won't give it to you, so I just used the jade muscle Gu, but the jade muscle Gu has always been strong, I can only do these things to you."

"But Blood Vulture, I don't know when, I started to care about you more than the jade muscle. Now, the toxins in your body have been completely removed by the jade muscle Gu, so I can rest assured. As for your internal strength, you can't do it. In three days, it can also return to the peak moment. The Jade Muscle Gu, apart from Bing Chan, what other Gu poison can suppress it."

"But Blood Vulture, when will you become the you of a year ago again, even though you didn't like to smile back then, but your eyes were bright, but now, those eyes have become a pool of stagnant water, and there will be no more You look so bright when you first saw him." Looking at the back of the blood vulture, Mo Wuqing shook his head suddenly, and there was some memory in his eyes, and he was stunned for a long time.

The palms slowly moved up and covered the two chains. Although they were still cold, they were already wrapped in a layer of soft cashmere compared to a year ago.

Caressing the smooth touch under his palm, Mo Wuqing's eyes were a little dry, and he smiled wryly: "I actually wanted to open this chain a long time ago, but I didn't dare. It's too easy for you to escape, too easy..."

Mo Wuqing sat up from the bed, turned sideways and lowered his head to look at the blood vulture. His shallow breathing and peaceful sleeping face made him stunned, and there was some complaint in his words, "You I have always been a light sleeper, why did I sleep so deadly today."

As he said that, Mo Wuqing smiled wryly, lowered his head and kissed the blood vulture's side face, and sighed: "Forget it, it's God's will, maybe it's a good thing you haven't heard, I just hope, you don't want to hate I."

Mo Wuqing just looked at the side face of the blood vulture like this, and his eyes traced circles and circles on his outline. He just sat quietly like this, without making a sound, from the night to the morning, until the first day. With a ray of light, his red and dry eyes were tightly closed, and the snow stopped.

The beam of light slid across his cheeks, and then lightly landed on the face of the blood vulture. His eyelashes trembled a few times because of the disturbance of the beam of light, as if he would wake up in the next moment .

Seeing such a blood vulture, Mo Wuqing, whose body was almost stiff, raised his arm in a mysterious way, and gently touched the sleeping hole behind the blood vulture's ear.

In the haze, the blood vulture only had time to see a pair of eyes filled with dark black water, and fell asleep again before waking up.

Looking at the face of the blood vulture sleeping peacefully, Mo Wuqing suddenly shouted: "Wuxin."

It was obviously a very weak voice, but Wuxin, who had been standing at the door, clearly caught it. He was stunned for a moment, then raised his hand and pushed the door in, knelt down on one knee in front of Mo Wuqing, quietly waiting for his order.

Unintentionally heard, Mo Wuqing only said one sentence, a sentence that sounded extremely concise, but it took him a lot of effort to say it - "Send him back to Beiting and settle him properly."