On How a Sworn Enemy Becomes a Lover

With one order, thousands of troops attack. Although there are not many people, they are all full of courage. People who have put life and death completely aside are the most terrifying.

The sound of slaughter in the rain was loud, and Linglong took the lead in front of the battle. She held a silver gun in her hand, and swung it with great power, causing rivers of blood to flow wherever she went.

Mo Er just looked at it, raised his eyes to red, the endless red, the color of death, was washed away by the rain, but it didn't take long before it was stained everywhere again.

Even Mo Er didn't know that he was shaking, shaking violently.Until Xi Xian walked behind him, stretched out his hand to cover his eyes without any explanation, and it was pitch black again, and he couldn't see anything, Mo Er felt better.

"If you're afraid, close your eyes." Xi Xian's voice sounded a little ethereal, not particularly real, as if the rain had absorbed the heat from his voice.

The hands covering his eyes were too cold, not like a living person, and the cold seeped into Mo Er's heart, so that he trembled more and more.

"Aren't you afraid?"

Xi Xian laughed, very short, it was a kind ridicule.

"You forgot, this is not the first time I have faced this kind of situation."

"But it's my first time." Mo Er said.

"Don't be afraid, it's almost over!" Xi Xian's voice was very soft, so low that even though Mo Er was about to lean on him, he still couldn't hear clearly.

When the first ray of sunshine in the east shines on the ground, everything turns to ashes and dust to ashes, and no one gets a bargain. Daliang suffered heavy losses because of being caught off guard, and Ouyue was not much better. Most of the soldiers fought to the death and survived. There are very few people left.

Fortunately, Daliang retreated and retreated fifty miles, basically evacuating from under the city of Panyu.

Who is covered in blood, still far away, dressed in military uniform, bloody Linglong holds a gun in her hand, and her bright red tassel seems to be dyed redder by blood, like Shura, Mo Er just glanced at it, don't He turned his head, but glanced down the city, and the scene in front of him made him unforgettable for a long time.

Such a miserable scene is like hell on earth.

There may be faces he is familiar with among the criss-crossed corpses, especially at a glance, the face of desperate survival pierced straight into his heart.

It seemed to be a young man, still childish, full of longing for life, those eyes, full of expectation but unbelievable, in the already cloudy eyeballs, Mo Er felt that he saw himself.

"Don't look, death is the constant melody of war." Linglong said calmly.

Mo Er has always admired this girl. Her courage and strategy are not inferior to men's, even better. She is so calm and desolate. It seems that what she experienced was not a life-and-death battle, but It was a garden fair, and what was now was not a bloody corpse, but blossoming flowers.

"I think I know." Mo Er replied in this way, and comforted himself in this way. Death cannot be avoided in war. No one is right or wrong. It just depends on the position. But he can't lie to himself. War is wrong, even if it is just. The war of banners is only for the right purpose.

"Xixian!" Accompanied by an exclamation, Mo Er's thoughts were pulled back, he subconsciously stretched out his hand to firmly catch Xixian who fell backwards, the action was so hasty that he was almost not brought down by Xixian.

Mo Er was obviously in a hurry, and couldn't help but increase his volume: "What's going on?"

On the contrary, Linglong was uncharacteristically calm: "It should be fine, maybe his little strength to support himself has been exhausted."

In the Ouyue palace, Daliang retreated fifty miles, which relieved the urgent need of Panyu City.

Mo ordered to send additional troops to the surrounding five cities to recruit strong soldiers to ensure the comfort of Panyu City, and at the same time held a large banquet to celebrate this victory.

For a while, everyone was beaming, pushing each other to exchange glasses, and all the tense nerves were relaxed.

And Mo Er was not in Chongde Hall, but waiting in Nanpian Courtyard.

Across the door, he kept stomping, and across the door, the imperial doctor in the palace was washing his wounds. I heard that there was the best Xinglin national player in Panyu City, and those who fell into his hands would be killed even if they had already reached the gate of hell. I can pull you back, but Mo Er's heart is always beating very fast, and worse and worse feelings are constantly brewing in his heart.

"How is it?" The old national player asked eagerly when he was grabbed by Mo Er as soon as he stepped out the door.

"Hey"

A long sigh made Mo Er feel that the situation was not right, and his heart suddenly became entangled, he couldn't get up or down, and it was difficult to breathe.

"What's the matter?" Mo Er didn't even care about etiquette, and almost shook the old national player's shoulder to ask, but the old national player was really old and couldn't bear this torment, so Mo Ersheng endured it a little longer. The urge to go mad.

The old national player opened his mouth cautiously, expressing in very gentle terms that Xixian's condition is very bad, basically he is not far from Liang, and he has nothing to do, by the way, he expresses his regret and makes Mo Erqie sad.

Mo Er was dumbfounded when he heard that, and asked stupidly: "What do you mean?"

The old national player really talked too much, Mo Er couldn't react in his head, and didn't quite understand the meaning of his words.

Everyone knew that it was impossible for Mo Er not to understand, but he was just pretending to be confused. The old national player sighed helplessly again: "Second prince, I tried my best."

Mo Er still didn't believe it: "Is there really no way?"

"Dianyue is good at medical theory, maybe Patriarch Wei can find a way." The old national hand thought for a long time, and pointed out a way for Mo Er.

After Mo Er heard about it, he went straight to Chongde Hall.

At this time, in the Chongde Hall, Mo Yi was throwing a celebration banquet, only those with some status were present, and under the eyes of everyone, Mo Er forcibly waved away the guards and rushed to the hall.

"What's the matter with the second child? You are so impatient. This is not like the usual you." Mo Yi half-smiles, he knows where Mo Er was just now, so asking such a question is nothing but superfluous.

Only then did Mo Er calm down, saluted calmly, and stared straight at Weiss: "Your Majesty, I am in a hurry to find Patriarch Wei, I wonder if I can..."

Mo Yi: "How urgent is it?"

Mo Er faltered for a while, and kept some words in his mouth, not knowing how to explain them.

But Xixian's situation is not optimistic, he forced himself to calm down, paused for a while, and said calmly: "It's about Mr. Xi."

You don't need to listen carefully, one gasp after another, one after another, even Mo Yi paused for a long time, seemed to come to his senses, and joked: "Second brother, you are so infatuated!"

It was no secret that Mo Yi had planned to give up cleaning the house in the early morning after failing to wash the house, so the cleaning was obviously dispensable.

Mo Er didn't know, but Xi Xian asked that day: If it wasn't for Xi's family, would you still feel sorry for me?It echoed in Mo Er's ears over and over again. In fact, Xixian must have known it a long time ago. Success is to wash away family members, and failure is also to wash away family members. Throwing away his identity, who would feel sorry for him.

Will there be that person?

Maybe Linglong will!

But maybe I only occasionally think of this person.

For some reason, Mo Er began to feel sorry for Xixian. That person is actually not bad. He has a pure heart. For important people, he can't wait to show his heart to him, thinking about others foolishly. O his heart!Call it as if now.

"I hope the king will agree." Mo Eryi lifted the sleeves of his robe and knelt straight on the ground.

Mo Yi smiled lightly, and his face could not be seen deeply: "Second brother, the initiative in this matter is not in my hands, how can I use my power to force Patriarch Xi to agree, why don't you ask him directly."

The scene fell silent instantly, and everyone's eyes turned to Wes.

Weiss said calmly, "Second Prince, what reason do I have to save Xixian?"

The reason, Mo Er really can't think of any reason to give Weiss, but what should I do if I show up, show off, show off?

"Patriarch Wei and Xixian don't have a good relationship, so naturally there is no reason to save him, but even if Mo Er begs you." The only thing Mo Er can do is to beg.

"Please?" Wes suddenly laughed loudly: "Second Prince, I can't afford your request."

Weiss' attitude was firm, and he seemed to have run out of words, and there was no room for maneuver, but Mo Er still wanted to try again.

He clasped his hands tightly, came down from the battlefield, and hadn't bothered to wash up. He was in a mess, and he didn't fit in with many people on the spot, just like he and Xi Xian were incompatible with each other in Panyu City from the beginning, a worthless son of the Xi Family , a scheming and vicious hybrid prince, he and him may have been connected by an invisible thread from the very beginning.

As soon as he lifted his robe, Mo Er suddenly bowed in the direction of Weiss, made three bang bang bangs, and the floor thumped, hitting not only Weiss' heart, but also everyone's hearts.

Mo Er's identity is not stingy, he is also the second prince of Ouyue, he is the king, and Wei Si is the minister, since ancient times, only the minister worships the king, when did the king worship the minister.

Mo Yi was obviously taken aback, and paused for a few seconds: "What is the second child doing?"

Mo Er was noncommittal: "I beg Patriarch Wei to save Xixian."

Weiss should not, Mo Er repeated again: "I beg Patriarch Wei to save Xixian."

After repeating it three times, Weiss finally couldn't bear to close his eyes. He didn't want to save Xixian. , but his heart is hurting, what good is washing out, he is useless, he is stupid and arrogant, just one person can make Mo Er so caring, he doesn't even care about his face and dignity.

What's so good about this Xixian, is it really true to the sentence, face, Xixian's face looks good.It's just a skin, and after a hundred years, it's just a dead bone, so what's the use of being so tight.

Weiss laughed in a low voice, the hoarse laughter was actually a bit gloomy.

"Second, pay attention to your identity." Mo Yi spoke first, and the situation seemed to be out of his control. He didn't like this feeling of being unclear, not at all, but it was better to be dead. Well, although Xijia suffered heavy casualties, the emaciated camel is bigger than a horse, and it is good to be able to swallow Xijia's remaining strength.

Now Mo Erna can still take care of these, identity, does his identity matter?A second prince who can't be put on the table, what's important and what's important.

For the fourth time, Mo Er asked Wes for the fourth time.