The Demon of Fighting

更新时间2012-11-1022:15:06字数：2280

The blood-red sky, hideous dead bodies, dilapidated walls and ruins everywhere, gunpowder smoke, explosions that are close at hand, begging for mercy and crying everywhere.

"Mo Xuan, am I... going to... die?" A beautiful woman fell into a pool of blood. The soot could not cover the paleness of the woman's face, the blood on the corners of her lips could not cover the paleness of the woman's lips, and the crystal tears could not cover her face. The paleness of life.

"Yuyan, you won't die, the field medical team is coming soon, hold on! Please..." The man named Mo Xuan struggled to wrap his arms around the woman with his remaining right hand. Together with the broken left arm, it looked so pale.

"Mo...Xuan, I don't...don't want to die, I...don't want...you, you..." The woman wanted to finish her sentence in pain, but more blood spilled from the corner of her mouth, but she couldn't say another sentence , the woman looked anxious, as if the next sentence was more important than her entire life.

"Stop talking, please, don't die, please..." The man looked at the woman with heartache, and hugged her even tighter.

"Don't die, please..."

The woman's pretty face, which was wet with tears and blood, struggled to reveal a bright smile, her twitching lips seemed to drain all the strength in her body, and she wanted to finish the sentence that was more important than life.

"You... want to live... live on..." The woman's eyes gradually dimmed, "Live... go on, and... forget... me..." There was no more sound, leaving only a beautiful smile.

The woman's blood stained the man's torn military uniform red, and then the man's teary eyes stained the bloody sky red.

"Little fool, how could I abandon you, how could I forget you" The man put down the woman's body, straightened the woman's messy temple hair, and kissed her deeply on the forehead.After a long time, he picked up the gun with his remaining right hand, struggled to stand up, and fired at the enemy.The enemy's firepower concentrated on him in an instant, and the howling bullets flew past his ears continuously, taking his life away.

"Little fool..."

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In the imperial capital of the Jia Ma Empire, the moonlight tonight was as peaceful as ever. It was already three o'clock at night. Some people were deeply asleep, some were diligently training their battle qi circulation, and some were calling for friends and companions to sing and sing every night.In a shabby little courtyard of the Xuan family, a thin young man was leaning against the window, weeping in a daze.

"It's this dream again...Who am I...Yu Yan...Why does my heart hurt so much..."

The moonlight falls on the window lattice, lonely and desolate.

The young man's name is Xuan Mo, he is a collateral descendant of the Xuan family of the Jia Ma Empire. This Xuan family is engaged in the medicinal material business. Squeeze into the third-rate forces in Jiamadi Capital.

The children of the Xuan family are quite talented. The patriarch's eldest son, Xuan Ling, is only 14 years old and has already broken through the seventh stage of fighting spirit. Second, he is quite talented in soul power, and was favored by a second-rank alchemist from the Jia Ma Empire Alchemist Association and accepted as his disciple.

But Xuan Mo's qualifications are not average, and he is a collateral child. Although he will not be ridiculed in the Xuan family, he is also quite neglected. Not only does he have to undertake some chores in the clan, but even the residence he arranges is just a dilapidated courtyard.

"What's the matter, Mo'er, you don't sleep until late at night, and you have a lot of things on your mind." The speaker was a dignified woman, about thirty years old. Although she was wearing ordinary linen clothes, she had a graceful temperament. Beauty.

"Mother, I'm fine, I just had that dream again." Xuan Mo replied respectfully, it turned out that this dignified woman was his mother, named Yashi.

"Mother, you haven't slept yet, do you miss dad again?" Xuan Mo's thin face showed concern.

"Hey. Mo'er, you are already ten years old. It's a good age for cultivation, but unfortunately your father left early, the clan didn't care for you very much, and mother only knows how to manage... If your father is still here, with him The status of a second-grade pharmacist..." Looking at this somewhat dull son, Ya Shi felt guilty for a while, and then remembered that her husband died in a young age, but she couldn't help but shed tears.

"Mother, don't cry. Although Mo'er does not have good training conditions, but he can know various herbs in daily chores, and he will definitely inherit his father's mantle in the future."

"My Mo'er is really sensible. If your father is alive in heaven, he will be happy too. Brother Zhen, have you seen that Mo'er has grown up..."

All night without incident.

At five o'clock, the night was still very thin, Xuan Mo got up early, washed in a hurry, and went straight to Lingshengtang, a pharmacy affiliated with the Xuan family.In the early morning of the imperial capital, the aura is full and the air is clear, and Yunlan Mountain can be vaguely seen through the hazy waning moon.Xuan Mo bought a steamed stuffed bun for two copper coins. After eating the steamed stuffed bun, he also went to the Lingsheng Hall, living a regular life.

Xuan Mo is in charge of opening and locking the store of Lingsheng Hall. Besides, he is also responsible for cleaning and arranging the medicinal materials.After opening the store and finishing the cleaning work, it was already dawn.Outside Lingsheng Hall, the medicine delivery carriage arrived on time.

"Brother Mo, it's still so early today." The driver of the carriage is named Xuan Shan, who has the strength of an eight-star fighter and is the person in charge of the medicinal materials management of the Xuan family.

"Brother Shan is also very punctual." Xuan Mo said as he took the sack handed over by Xuan Shan, and then began to count, "50 bone-washing flowers, 20 purple-leaved orchids, 4 catties of ginseng slices..."

"Haha, little brother Mo is serious in his work."

The count is correct.To Xuan Shan's compliment, Xuan Mo smiled politely, in his position, he naturally wanted to seek his own government.

Lingshengtang not only sells medicinal materials, but also treats patients. As early as 2 years ago, 8-year-old Xuan Mo was able to diagnose and treat most diseases in the neighborhood, and he was well-known in the eyes of ordinary people. In Dou Qi Continent, this kind of fame is not worth much.

As a direct result of Xuan Mo's ability, the chief pharmacist of Lingshengtang came late when noon was approaching.

"Little Mo is doing a good job, it's so easy to have you here." The chief pharmacist's name is Mr. Wang, Xuan Mo helped him share the hard work, and he didn't hesitate to praise him. Usually, when Xuan Mo had questions, he would teach them wholeheartedly.

"Little Mo, you are only ten years old. I am afraid that ordinary first-grade pharmacists can't compare to the identification of medicinal materials. Your father was young and energetic back then, and he had some conflicts with the elders. Otherwise, you would at least have the ability of ordinary direct children." Treatment" Mr. Wang is considered an enthusiastic person, and he still cares about Xuan Mo.

"It doesn't matter, Mr. Wang, the Xuan family is pretty good to me. If you put it in the general big family of the imperial capital..." Xuan Mo doesn't need to explain the rest. It is not a secret that the general big family is intriguing. Not bad.

Xuan Mo's diligence and Wang Lao's laziness are also the characteristics of Lingshengtang. The whole afternoon was spent in Wang Lao's trembling doze, Xuan Mo wiped the sweat from his forehead, and walked to the counter Shaking the confused Mr. Wang, "It's almost sunset, Mr. Wang, you can go back."

Seeing Mr. Wang who was still a bit hysterical, Xuan Mo couldn't help laughing, and went to the inner hall to pack up his things.After a stick of incense, Xuan Mo packed up his things and prepared to lock the store and go home.

"Is anyone there? My rabbit is dying, save it"

A delicate voice came from outside the store, but Xuan Mo trembled from the depths of his soul.