On How a Sworn Enemy Becomes a Lover

Mo Er was tougher than ever, and he couldn't tolerate any explanations, so he called out directly: "Come on, get a doctor to come in."

Xixian didn't care, wiped off the blood from his lips, and said sharply, "It's no longer necessary."

Seeing that Mo Er's brows were furrowed more and more tightly, and his usually calm and smiling face gradually turned cold, Xi Xian couldn't help shivering, feeling an invisible cold air constantly surrounding him.

He subconsciously looked at the source of the air-conditioning, and saw Mo Er raising his eyebrows, looking at him with a half-smile.

"You did it on purpose!"

The inexplicable sentence made Xi Xian puzzled.

He was really puzzled: "What's the intention?"

Mo Er leaned forward and approached him: "It's intentional to make me nervous."

"What... what?" Xixian's face was flushed, and the crimson cloud climbed up her cheeks, and she lowered her brows, it was so amazing that even Mo Er's heart skipped a beat.

Mo Er coughed lowly to cover up: "Take care of yourself, if something happens to you, many people will feel sorry for you."

The words were very heavy, Mo Er seemed to be looking at him, but he didn't seem to be looking at him, his eyes were vague and concentrated, and they went around and fell into Xixian's heart.

"Are you among those who grieve for me?"

Xixian was also stunned by the uncontrollable sentence. In fact, this sentence is meaningless. The relationship between him and Mo Er is not very harmonious, so it is not worthy of him to feel sorry for himself, but for some reason, he still wants to ask One sentence, will you be sad for me?It's not to show the identity of this family member, but purely to show this person.

Even if he wasn't cleaning the family, would you still be sad that he wasn't there?

In fact, Mo Er had already stepped up, intending to leave, but after hearing Xixian's words, he couldn't help but stop. If something happened to Xixian, many people would feel sorry for him, and it was not his turn, but these words couldn't help but be overwhelmed. Wrapped around his heart over and over again, can't let go, can't let go.

will you be sad for me

Mo Er tasted this sentence over and over again, over and over again.

"meeting."

"Even if I'm not Xixian, will you be sad for me?"

The meaning is unclear, but Mo Er can easily hear what he wants to express. If I lose my identity as a family member, will you still feel sorry for me?

"I'm sorry for you. It has nothing to do with your identity, it only has to do with you. It doesn't matter if you wash your family!"

Mo Er didn't even look at Xi Xian, frowned halfway, and said, "Take care of yourself, next spring, I hope to drink and race with you."

"Then just wait, you won't be able to drink me."

A shallow smile filled every sentence, and a touch of joy made Mo Er happy, as if there were no more worries in the world.

However, the troubles are still there, and there are still a lot of things waiting for Mo Er to solve.

He put on a smile, and calmly walked into the camp of the Chinese army, Linglong was staring at the sand table intently, not knowing what to plan.

When he saw Mo Er, he didn't say hello. He glanced at him lightly, and he knew it.

"What is Mrs. Wang thinking?" Mo Er interrupted Linglong's thinking in a deep voice.

Linglong said quietly: "How is my brother's situation?"

For Linglong to care about Xixian first, Mo Er was also rarely surprised, and couldn't help but take another look at Linglong. Xixian and Linglong caring about Xixian are not very good, and even a little dirty.Linglong's disdain for Xixian is the same as Xixian's disdain for Linglong. These two siblings have often fought each other over the years, especially Xixian has often tripped Linglong behind her back.

"It shouldn't be a problem."

Linglong snorted, lacking in interest, but it was clearly visible that she let go of her tightly clenched hand, as if she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then dare to ask what the second prince is planning?"

Linglong was straightforward, and her attitude even showed a bit of strength, a wave of oppression from the superior came to her face.

Mo Er chuckled: "What does Mrs. Wang think?"

Linglong squinted her eyes, and looked at Mo Er from top to bottom: "I don't think so, it's better for the second prince to be outspoken, but the ugly thing comes to the fore, I'm not as easy to fool as Xi Xian. "

Mo Er was noncommittal: "A simple strategy to defeat the enemy, but the focus is not on me, but on Patriarch Wei."

"Patriarch Wei?" Linglong exclaimed.

It seems that Mo Yi didn't tell Linglong Weiss that he came to Panyu City, and Mo Er felt more or less contested.

Patriarch Wei returned to the city, and Linglong's heart skipped a beat. It wasn't the sense of betrayal that Mo Yi was hiding from her, but it was more because she was at a loss. The fact that the family was lonely and irreversible, she wasn't too entangled, but The feeling of being replaced is not always pleasant, as if being abandoned by someone.

"One generation of old people replaces new ones, Mrs. Wang, I don't need to talk too much about the principle of one emperor and one courtier."

Linglong snorted softly: "I didn't expect what would happen to my ineffective brother. It's inevitable that the family will be lonely, but the Dianyue Wei family has always been mysterious. I didn't see them come out when Ouyue was in dire straits. I heard that the Wei family has a close relationship with Daliang, and they stepped forward at this time, is there any variable in this?"

Mo Er's focus was actually on the first half of the sentence, which has a lot of advantages, and it doesn't seem to be that bad.

However, there are some things that should be said, and some things that should not be said. He thought about it for a while: "Dian Yue is also a Yue person anyway, why don't we believe in them together."

"Second Prince, Daliang sent troops to attack the city again." The frontline soldiers hurried in and broke the conversation between Mo Er and Linglong.

Mo Er hummed, and quickly walked out of the camp. The soldiers on the city wall trembled and waited with bated breath. A new war was inevitable.

Mo Er waved his hand and pointed at the nearest person: "You inform the guards in the whole city, and everyone shouts loudly: Hui Yi has also gone."

The master made a decision. Although the soldiers under him didn't understand what it meant, they still passed on the order and followed Mo Er's words one by one.

For a time, this sentence spread throughout the ten miles.

"What do you mean?" Linglong didn't understand Mo Er's intention, but the dead were the most important thing, and Linglong couldn't bear to insult the corpse like this.

Mo Er didn't want to explain further. He hasn't figured out how to explain Mrs. Shen's identity.

A light sentence: "Sister-in-law Wang, it's just a way out. As for what kind of way out, I'm left to fate."

However, Daliang is still advancing, and it seems that it has not been affected.

Linglong had already arranged people to set up arrows, and she was waiting for Daliang Army to approach. The tip of the arrow was shining with cold light. It did not know when it was raining. Accompanied by thunder and lightning, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the lightning was printed on the soldiers' faces. very hideous.

"Keep shouting." Mo Er was also betting that the decision he made was right or wrong. If his heart softened for a moment and he lost everything, he would regret it to the death.

The roar of thunder was accompanied by the sound of pouring rain, and the human voice was a little unreal.

"Speak up." The rain sucked Mo Er's volume, so that he almost shouted in a roaring gesture.

While nodding their arrows, the soldiers followed Mo Er's instructions, repeating what Mo Er asked over and over again.

There are no dead ends in the 360-degree city, mixed with the sound of roaring wind and rain, it is inexplicably stern, and the rain seems to have become the sad tears left by God's pity.

At the same time, Daliang Army's side.

General Fubo, who was sitting in the camp tent, asked one more question: "What is Ouyue shouting?"

General Fu Bo's subordinates mocked: "I'm probably begging their gods to bless you!"

The messenger said respectfully: "I can't say a word, it seems to be something; Huiyi has gone."

The original calm old general suddenly opened his eyes wide and trembled in disbelief: "What did you say?"

"Huiyi has gone too."

It was repeated again and again, and then there was a deathly silence.

General Fubo's hands were trembling, and he suddenly started coughing violently. He bent down, almost coughing up his heart and liver. Seeing that something was wrong, the accompanying people rushed to help him, but it was still a step too late. General Fubo, who was about to fall After a sudden pause, he was out of breath and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Suddenly, his face turned pale, and the orderly, who didn't know what happened, added: "There seems to be a woman's corpse hanging on the city wall over there in Ouyue."

"Help me... help me... go out and have a look."

Through the rain curtain, General Fubo saw a female corpse hanging on the city wall by someone's neck. He looked a bit like her, but after thinking about it, it was impossible. Huiyi was so translucent and exquisite that nothing would happen. .

But, but what if she, what if she!

General Fubo's mood fluctuated for a while, and he rode his horse for half a mile. It was her, no need to look closely, it was her, it was her.

Linglong recognized General Fubo with sharp eyes: "It's him, General Fubo."

Mo Er concentrated on the heavy rain, and when he changed his mind, he came up with a plan.

"You let people shout as I say." Mo Er gave the order again.

"Does General Fubo know the person hanging on the city gate?"

As soon as his words fell, they were spread over and over again. Thousands of soldiers spoke in unison. The volume broke through the rain and hit the old man standing on the horse.

"At first I didn't intend to take her life. I wanted her to assassinate you, but she committed suicide. By the way, she said that it is unfilial to have the heart of assassinating the father. If you don't believe me, she couldn't betray you and be that unfaithful and unfilial person, so she committed suicide while I wasn't paying attention."

"By the way, she also said that she has never blamed you in this life, but he doesn't want to see her in the next life. She also said that she didn't know that she went to the underworld, and she didn't know if those people would forgive her, but General Fubo don't worry, Mrs. Shen There is a saying, your fault, she will redeem it for you."

Sentence by sentence impacted General Fubo, and scenes of the past emerged before his eyes.

He didn't think he was at fault, whether he killed his son-in-law or grandson, or forced his daughter to death, it was all for Daliang, everything he did was for Daliang.

But now the fourth daughter is also dead, and she is still dying in a bleak state. He was so excited that he couldn't hold it any longer. He spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell off his horse on the spot. around.

The coach fell before the battle, and the army was instantly defeated.

Mo Er seized the time and ordered to release arrows, and a black rain of swords enveloped Daliang Jun's head in a overwhelming manner.

The Daliang army, who had no time to defend, fell into complete chaos. Three waves of arrows rained down, causing countless casualties.

It's still raining, and it's getting bigger and bigger.

Mo Er took a deep breath, the smell of rain and blood was very strong tonight, he looked at Daliang's camp, he had no chance.

Sure enough, a group of soldiers in black armor came out from the southeast. It must be Weiss' troops!I really know how to pinch it, and it's just right to come not too early or too late.

This group of soldiers is like ghosts, the god of death in the rain harvests life with a sickle in his hand.

Blood, blood everywhere.

The rain tonight is really fishy, ​​Mo Er glanced over, unable to bear to watch.

At some point, Xi Xian came over, with a fixed face, no arrogance and hostility, only solemn, chilling dignified.

"Out of town!"