On How a Sworn Enemy Becomes a Lover

"Second prince, what if I can't save him?" Wes couldn't bear it. Perhaps Mo Er had forgotten the scene he saw for the first time, but Wes could never forget the hand that was stretched out in front of him that day, and held it. Not only my own hands, but also that sensitive heart, one glance is a lifetime.

"The old national player said, if you can't save him, there will be no medicine for Xixian. If it really comes to this point, it can only be his life. No one can blame anyone, but if I didn't work hard and missed his life Fate is my fault."

"Your fault! Your fault?" Weiss said in a bad tone, "He has no relatives or reason with you, whether he lives or dies, it has nothing to do with you."

It is true that there are no relatives and no reasons, no relatives and no reasons, but since we know each other, we have a connection, so how can we call it no relatives and no reasons.

Mo Er didn't say a word, but everything was revealed in those eyes. The stubbornness, determination, and recklessness shocked Wes and made him lose his sense of proportion. He couldn't help but hide his face and smile bitterly.

Show off!Xixian, I really envy you.

How can you meet Mo Er.

To help or not to help, he has already lost his position of not helping.

Mo Yi was the quickest to catch Weiss' fluctuations, and spoke first: "Second brother, why bother to be the head of the Wei family, this is Xixian's fate, and I can't blame anyone."

"The king relies on me for something, and I also ask the king for something. Why don't the king think about brotherhood or something else? Why both take a step back." Mo Er directly pointed out the matter of Mo Lu, since he wanted to If you want him to take the blame, then you have to rely on him for Xixian, otherwise you will take the blame yourself.

Mo Yi was stabbed for a while, but he still didn't change his face, and smiled: "Then, Xixian is Linglong's elder brother at least, and the only son of Xi's family, how can Gu ignore him. The second child really cares about it and makes chaos!"

Mo Er lost his mind to play Tai Chi back and forth with him, since Mo Yi let go, let him discuss everything, and Mo Er felt dissatisfied, and wanted to argue with him because of the first half of the sentence, as if When mentioning Xixian, Linglong's elder brother and the only son of the Patriarch Xi were always mentioned before him, and Xixian's identity was diluted instead.

He is just him, not anyone's vassal.

Mo Er really wanted to argue for Xixian, but what he said was just a waste of words.

"Since the king has spoken, is Patriarch Wei willing?" Mo Er's gaze was like a hook, piercing through all Weiss' defense lines and shooting into his heart.

are you willing?

No, he didn't want to save Xixian, and he never wanted to.

But Mo Er was begging him, he was unwilling to disappoint Mo Er, he really shouldn't have come to Panyu that year, if he didn't come to Panyu, he wouldn't see Mo Er, and if he couldn't see Mo Er, his heart wouldn't soften.

His heart is too weak.

Weiss closed his eyes and sighed softly, "Lead the way!"

Xixian's situation is really bad, he is basically wandering on the road to Huangquan, he has a way to save him, but this method will cause great damage to himself, he uses the secret technique not passed down by the Dianyue Wei family to guide Xixian's Qi, and is equipped with Only by preserving the meridians with silver needles can he be pulled back from the gate of hell.

However, performing secret kung fu will seriously damage one's own kung fu, and it is possible that Xi Xian will not be rescued, but he will end up in the same end as him.

Wes backed off.

He can't make the mistake of compromising himself for the sake of showing off, he can't do it, just tell Mo Er that he can't save this person.

It's a pity that the heart beating in his chest is too weak, too easy to soften.

As soon as he saw Mo Er, he lost his courage.

"Patriarch Wei, there is a way." Weiss was too silent, so silent that Mo Er couldn't see through. Since he couldn't see through, he was prone to worry, and when he was worried, he was easy to be afraid. Yes, Mo Er was afraid. .

There are not many situations that he is afraid of, but there are definitely many situations.

He is afraid of his own death, so he has been trying to protect himself for the past [-] years, no matter if he is pretending to be crazy or foolish, no matter how many tricks he uses, it is only for himself.

Now, however, he had a new fear.

He was afraid of Xixian's death, when did he start, and when exactly did Xixian hold such a heavy place in his heart, this feeling is not only wrong but also bad.

But it was already impossible to get out.

Deep in the quagmire, there is no way to retreat.

"I do have a way to save him, but if I save him, it will cause a lot of damage to myself. At the least, my body will be broken, I will be bedridden, and at worst, I will die."

Weiss did it on purpose. He didn't have the consciousness to become an unknown hero. He covered his wound and felt sorry for himself. He just wanted Mo Er to know that if he rescued Xixian, he would be injured or even die. He wanted Mo Er Pain requires Mo Er to be sad and Mo Er to choose.

Mo Er raised his eyes, his eyes sparkled, he had already made a choice.

In fact, this choice is not difficult, one sentence: "Patriarch Wei must have other ways, let's be blunt."

That's right, Weiss has a way to avoid risks, he can minimize his damage.

"I need a medium to act as a conduit between me and Xixian."

It's dangerous to act as an intermediary without any details, but Mo Er didn't even hesitate. Normally, he would think about his own interests back and forth, but right now, he can't even think of this, so he just complied. .

"Might die." Weiss said grimly.

Mo Er was noncommittal: "The Wei family can do it first."

"He's really that good, it's worth your life to win." Mo Er's disregard made Weiss very unhappy, he was almost out of breath, his tone was extremely bad, and he almost screamed, like the last fight of a trapped animal.

Too many people have asked this question, and it seems that Weiss has also asked it.

Mo Er himself almost forgot what the answer Mo Er gave in the past.

Is it okay to wash?

Not good, Xie has a bad temper, short-tempered, doesn't know how to adapt, thinks it over and over again, it's really different from the people Mo Er admires, Mo Er likes smart people, because smart people know what they want, and they also know their strengths and weaknesses. Bottom line, it's easy to get along with.

Xixian is not such a person.

There is even a gap between him and cleverness, he will foolishly think about Xi Linglong's interests, he is reluctant to exchange her for his own interests, he will foolishly consider Xi Linglong's happiness, even though Xi Linglong has always looked down on him, he will think about it The people all over the city, even if they are burdened with infamy.

But such an impermeable person is inexplicably really cute.

Maybe it was infected by the stupidity of Xixian, Mo Er didn't remember to plan for his own interests.

"This is Mo Er's private matter, so why should Patriarch Wei get to the bottom of it?"

Mo Er didn't want to mention Xixian.

"Good, good, good" three good words, one is stronger than the other, Weiss was anxious, and snorted softly: "Then the second prince is ready."

Mo Er calmly asked, "What do I need to do?"

"Hold Xixian's hand." Weiss' tone was even colder.

Mo Er tightly gripped Xi Xian's wrist, which felt very cold to the touch, completely opposite to his fiery palm. Does this person still breathe?

With trembling hands, he approached Xixian's nose, feeling the warm air flow, and he let go of his raised heart.

It's good to be alive, it's good to be alive.

"I will be sad for you, and only for you."

For some reason, Mo Er approached Xixian's ear, and spoke softly, as if a loud voice would wake him up, with such care, Weiss had never seen before.

"Enough, get ready." Weiss interrupted Mo Er.

He carried out the secret kung fu, and the scorching air passed through Mo Er, as if burning his body, and it was getting hotter and hotter, as if someone had set him on fire to roast him.

Mo Er's forehead was full of water, and the sweat blinded his eyes, and he couldn't even open them.

"If you faint, it's all for nothing."

Mo Er, whose consciousness has long been blurred, heard this sentence in a daze, and suddenly woke up as if struck by lightning.

He gritted his teeth and endured.

Then the heat disappeared, followed by the cold, the biting coldness made Mo Er tremble, for a moment, he felt that his blood had frozen together, his hands had lost all feeling, the only The idea is, hold, hold these hands, you can't let go, you must not let go.

Weiss changed his ten fingers, and several silver needles flew in the air, all landing on Xixian's key point.

Mo Er kept watching, even though he couldn't speak clearly, he still said: "Weiss, you must not do anything useless."

Weiss was noncommittal, and he wasn't surprised that Mo Er knew the acupoints. What was surprising was that even after that, he was still paying attention to Xixian's situation, he couldn't sit still, and he cared about others.

Weiss said hoarsely: "What a useless move, since you are worried about my hands and feet, why bother to ask me for help."

Mo Er: "I don't know, I feel that I can see through you, but I also feel that I can't."

Weiss snorted softly: "There are still people you can't see through, whether you can't see through or don't want to see through."

While speaking, Weiss withdrew the needle.

"All right."

As soon as Weiss finished speaking, Mo Er couldn't sit still, and fell down straight, passing out.

In fact, Mo Er has been holding on all the time, all hanging on his breath, and now he heard that Xi was fine, but when his breath dissipated, he didn't know about personnel.

Blood continued to flow from the corner of his mouth, like a dilapidated doll.

Weiss stared at him: "I thought you were so powerful."

While speaking, Weiss put his hand on Mo's wrist, his pulse was very disordered, seemingly absent, as if it would disappear in the next second.

Mo Er's heart is not in him, but he can't control it.

Why did we meet that day, why did we meet, if we didn't meet, how good it would be if we didn't meet.

Weiss couldn't help but laugh, and smiled, tears came out, so he also had tears!Really ironic.

After all, the pace to go could not be dropped, and the three silver needles sealed the acupuncture point, leaving a trace of anger for Mo Er.

"Mr., the rest is up to you." Weiss said indifferently.

After taking a last look, Weiss pushed the door out, admonishing himself as he walked, not to watch anymore, for fear that he couldn't help it, and slashed Xixian with a sword.

Every step is extremely heavy, the heavy mind is hidden in the twilight, the lonely figure is gradually enlarged and elongated, and after going out of this door, Weiss is Weiss again, the gloomy and terrifying Patriarch Wei, who can't see clearly Patriarch Wei, cold-hearted, walking dead.

Xi Xian has good physical fitness, so he naturally wakes up before Mo Er.

When he woke up, it was already three days later, the sun was setting, and the last ray of the setting sun vainly shone on him, so warm, so gentle, like an ethereal dream, in fact, he had a beautiful dream these three days, and the situation in the dream had already changed. Can't remember exactly, but he seemed to have seen Mo Er.