The Secret of the Reborn Shadowguard

The stern wind howled and covered a layer of frost, and the blood on the altar was like red snow, falling rustlingly.

Gu Yan still looked at Mo Wuxie and Wuxin with almost the same expressions, but felt that he had also been brought into this strange atmosphere, which was so heavy that he couldn't breathe.

Maybe everyone is different, but it's all like this when the sadness is greater than the heart.

Gu Yan walked up to the altar step by step in doubt but cautiously, the sound of the jacket's rubbing was mixed in abruptly, light and shallow but seemed deafening.

At this moment, a loud cry came from the barrier, like the mournful cry of a wild wolf after losing its companion. Gu Yan couldn't help but stop and looked at the scene on the altar.

"How could it be, how could it fail?! Ahhh!!!!!!"

That was Mo Wuqing's voice. He turned his back to the crowd and could not see the expression on his face. He lowered his head, as if his soul had been taken away by the writing on the red agate bead.

Mo Wuxie trembled at the appearance of this voice, he raised his head, firefly lights shone from his empty eyes, his right hand slowly, slowly approached the barrier, and touched it carefully, like is touching a fragile treasure.

Without any obstruction, he stretched his hand in, then his wrist, arm, and even his entire body.

Mo Wuxie ran over staggeringly. The man on the altar was still bleeding from his wrist, but he was still breathing lightly. His weakness was not the flashback before he died.

"Little Peanut..." The real touch, the real temperature, nothing can be more precious to Mo Wuxie than this, and the joy of regaining it made him laugh a little maniacally a few times.

Thick blood fell on the palm of his hand, making his palm a little numb. Mo Wuxie was startled, and hurriedly bandaged Helian Huasheng's wrist.

The string of agate beads is covered with fine cracks, it seems that it will collapse in the next moment, and there are two words on it - Helian.

This is obviously Helian Huasheng's surname, but in this blood sacrifice, there are words without any meaning. Success and failure are just as simple as a few words.

Even though that person had a deep entanglement with Peanut at the end of his life, through the blood sacrifice, he still couldn't find any news about that person.

Gu Yan cut off the iron chain on Helian Huasheng's wrist, took out a pill from his bosom, and threw it into Mo Wuxie's hand casually, "Feed him, it will restore blood."

Watching the pill slip into Helian Huasheng's throat, and the steady and powerful pulse beating at his fingertips, Mo Wuxie finally breathed a sigh of relief, tightened Helian Huasheng in his arms, and turned his head to look Xiang Mo is ruthless.

Mo Wuqing, who was less than thirty years old, now has almost pale hair. His originally smooth forehead is covered with fine lines, and the bags under his eyes are slightly drooping. It seems that decades of time have passed, vicissitudes and sadness.

"King..." Wuxin almost climbed up to the altar with both hands and feet, knelt at Mo Wuqing's feet, trembling hands, longing and anxious to touch, but piously could not bear to blaspheme the man in front of him.

How cruel God is, his king just wants to know where that person is, but doesn't give him any hints.

I don't know whether to rejoice or lament, Wuxin could only kneel at Mo Wuqing's feet, looked up at this man, and remained silent.

Mo Wuxie on the side also looked at Mo Wuqing, not knowing whether it was hatred or pain in his heart, he opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't.

"Xiao Sheng!" A sudden voice rang out, attracting the attention of everyone on the altar except Mo Wuqing, and then two men came from nowhere and landed on the altar.

One of the men was wrapped in black clothes, his face was perfect and exquisite, there was a bit of coldness between his brows and eyes, and his lips were thin and tightly pursed.

The other man was wearing a very ordinary gray jacket, but he wore it vigorously and straightly, exuding a soldier's breath naturally, without any abruptness at all.

The voice just now was called by the man in black clothes. He jumped onto the altar in three or two steps, and was about to walk towards Helian Huasheng when he saw the same man in black clothes with his back facing him. When he was a man, his body trembled involuntarily, and his eyes were full of complexity.

Wuxin, who was kneeling at Mo Wuqing's feet, jumped up from the ground when the voice sounded, protecting Mo Wuqing behind him, and put on a state of alert.

"Who are you, dare to break into my southern border palace?!" Wuxin glanced across the two men, eyes full of doubt and vigilance.

The man in black didn't pay attention to Wuxin, his eyes shifted away from Mo Wuqing as if dodging, looked at Helian Huasheng and Mo Wuxie, and walked towards them.

The feeling of being ignored made Wuxin instantly burn with anger, and the black scorpion on his face seemed to turn into a real thing in the next moment, flying down from above and rushing towards the man in black.

A stream of light flashed, the sharp blade reached the man in black, and the cold wind rolled up a layer of dust, but in an instant, the man in the gray jacket had already stood in front of Wu Xin, stopping him.

When the swords collided, a burst of sparks burst out, the two had equal internal strength, and their strengths were evenly matched.

"My father is the eldest son of Beitinghou, you mustn't be rude." The gray-clothed man is exactly Yun Lie who has been following Helian Linyuan. Very cold-blooded and cold.

His gaze swept across the black scorpion on Wuxin's face, his eyes were shocked at first, and then turned into ice cold again, looking at a numb dead soldier who only knew to carry out his master's orders.

Hearing this, Wuxin retracted his saber, and said vigilantly: "I have never interacted with Southern Border and Beiting, but I don't know what the purpose of the prince of Beiting Marquis coming here?"

Only then did the man in black pause for a moment, then turned his head to look at Wuxin, "I came here to get back my brother Helian Huasheng."

The man in black was naturally Helian Linyuan. He turned his head again, followed the blood on the altar to look at the string of blood-red agate beads on Helian Huasheng's wrist, and his pupils shrank slightly. He paused every word: "I want, take him away."

Mo Wuxie had looked at Helian Linyuan very suspiciously when he arrived. Now that he heard what he said, he tightly hugged Helian Huasheng's arm and couldn't help but sneered: "Helian Linyuan, Why do you have to be so pretentious, you were the one who put all your heart and soul into trying to kill him at the beginning, but who are you showing your appearance now."

"I don't..." Helian Linyuan seemed to want to defend something, and suddenly glanced out of the corner of his eyes at Mo Wuqing, who had been standing by without making a sound, hesitated for a long time, and finally swallowed this sentence into his mouth.

After being silent for a while, he suddenly raised three fingers, pointed at the blue sky, and said, "I swear to God, I will take good care of Xiao Sheng and won't let him suffer any harm. All, if I violate this oath, I will die a terrible death and fall into the eighteenth level of hell."

Helian Linyuan's voice was sonorous, with a determination that broke out from the depths of the soul, and even Mo Wuxie almost had the urge to believe him when he heard it.

Gu Yan who was at the side frowned when Helian Linyuan arrived, seeing him making such a heavy oath at this moment, he couldn't help but look at him calmly for a moment, then lowered his head thoughtfully.

Just when Helian Linyuan and Mo Wuxie were in a stalemate, the fine eyelashes of Helian Huasheng in Mo Wuxie's arms suddenly moved slightly, as if the elixir that returned blood had already taken effect.

The sky was very gloomy tomorrow, but when the light penetrated through the pupils and into the eyes, it was still dazzling, and the pain caused his body to tremble uncontrollably.

Seeing him like this, Mo Wuxie raised her hand to cover his eyes with pity, which relieved the pain in Helian Huasheng's eyes, panting slightly, and nestled in Mo Wuxie's arms.

After a while, Helian Huasheng finally got used to the light. He sat up from Mo Wuxie's arms, raised his eyes and glanced at him, but his pupils shrank, and he pushed Mo Wuxie away and embraced him.

Hearing a touch, Mo Wuxie fell to the ground defenselessly like this. The cold and hard white marble platform rubbed against his back, and the pain made his forehead involuntarily ooze a layer of fine grains. Beads of sweat come.

"Little Peanut, what are you..." Mo Wuxie opened his mouth, and looked at Helian Huasheng with sad eyes, only feeling that his heart was hurting more than his body.

"Mo Wuxie, why am I like this, you should know better than me." Without any leaning, Helian Huasheng's pale cheeks, panting heavily, and lying on the ground, looked at Mo Wuxie complicatedly, "What do you mean by me?" What did I do, how did I follow you to the southern border, and how did I say those..."

Speaking of this, Helian Huasheng paused slightly, his face turned from pale to crimson, and continued: "... Those words that I shared with you, Mo Wuxie, what did you do to me?!"

Mo Wuxie stared at Helian Huasheng for a moment, then finally gave a wry smile, raised her head, and let the strong wind dry the wetness in her eyes.

"As expected, you still know." Mo Wuxie sighed softly.

He lowered his eyes, and said slowly: "Little Peanut, in fact, I planted the Frustration Gu on your body, one Frustration Gu, one Frustration Gu, I planted it the moment you left the Wulin League. I just...don't want to lose you."

After Mo Wuxie said these words in one breath, he felt that the lingering depression on his chest had finally dissipated. He looked at Helian Huasheng, not wanting to move away, waiting for the final judgment.

Helian Huasheng's eyes flickered for a moment, and finally he said: "Mo Wuxie, from the moment Brother Xuejiu died, I said that I would never forgive you again... Now, I can't forgive you even more."

He just said these two simple sentences, but he felt that he had no more strength. When Helian Huasheng saw the fire that went out in Mo Wuxie's eyes, he felt his heart convulse so badly that he was almost on the verge of dying. Take back what you said.

He covered his chest imperceptibly, and tightened his fingers on the clothes, forming layers of folds. Helian Huasheng's eyes showed doubts. Could it be possible that the heart-wrenching Gu is still there?

Helian Linyuan, who was standing not far from them, heard Helian Huasheng's words, and there was warmth in his eyes. He knelt down in front of Helian Huasheng, stretched out his hand, looked at him lovingly, and said loudly: "Little Sheng, come back to Beiting with me, and I will take good care of you."

"No!" Mo Wuxie suddenly said at this moment, struggling to get up from the ground, looked at Helian Linyuan vigilantly, then turned to look at Gu Yan in prayer.

Gu Yan understood what he meant, walked up to Helian Linyuan, cupped his hands and said, "Your Honor, this Helian Huasheng, I, Gu Yan, will protect him back to Beiting, so you don't have to bother the eldest son."

The atmosphere among the crowd was once again at a stalemate, almost in a state of tension, but Wuxin suddenly exclaimed: "King!"