"Huff!"

Another distorted monk fell at my feet.

I heard that this person was once a friend of Master Mo.

Mo, I officially became my master.

I don't know whether he really values ​​me or just wants to take care of me for the dead uncle.

I don't care about this because he really taught me a lot.

The first item is indifference.

I gasped, holding a dagger in my hand, looked at Mo, who was crying in his eyes, and sighed helplessly.

Everyone dares to attack his former friends. He is obviously a tribulation cultivator with great cultivation, but sometimes he is still fragile in front of me.

He is a person who will not hide the pressure.

He Ming is completely opposite to the uncle.

I wouldn't be a person like him.

"Let's go!"

I picked up my backpack and shook the snow on my body, "Didn't I say I'd take me to see the Wu family today?"

There are many people who die in the Wu family, but the lean camel is bigger than a horse, and the surviving ones are still a considerable force.

"Well, wait, I'll look at the snow for a while."

He said he was watching the snow, but Mo kept staring at the corpse, "After all, such weather is rare..."

I was stunned for a moment, and did not expose him, but just stood by him silently and accompanied him.

In this way, we, one of us, stood in the snow for a long time, before taking the first step forward.

...

Walking in the twisted forest.

Everyone couldn't help but have a mouthful: "In the past, the Yao grass and flowers did not fade, and the green pines and cypresses were in full bloom. Unfortunately, they have become such a ghost now."

I raised my head when I heard this, looked back at the dark and twisted forest, with black mist floating around that never dissipated all year round. The branches and leaves of the trees were lush, but they were too dense. In the end, they even completely blocked the light.

If it weren't for Mo's leadership in the tribulation period, I would have no courage to walk this path alone.

"The deeper you go, the darker it becomes. And at the end of the dimness, the only place of light is the human camp."

Mo Qing stepped on the leaves, the fallen leaves were dry and stiff, and when they stepped on them, they made a crisp whisper.

This is different from the warmth of the squeaking sound of the wooden house, and also from the refreshing joy of the clashing of wine glasses.

There is a familiar smell here, which is the feeling of hiding pressure and carrying weights.

"Why should I build it in such a place?"

"I don't know." Mo shook his head, but then added: "But there is also a saying."

He looked at me and said slowly, "When you walk in, you move towards darkness, but when you walk out from here, you step into light step by step."

"At this time, the world will light up little by little before your eyes."

"People, you must take the first step bravely so that you will not be trapped in the cage."

I pondered, but I didn't agree with this sentence.

Because there are always people who are exceptions and like this feeling of being imprisoned by responsibility.

It's very suitable for me, I feel it like this.

"Welcome to Mr. Mo."

While I was pondering, I arrived at my destination without realizing it.

The sight of the eyes is a light. Where humans gather, there are lights everywhere and people flow continuously. In the depths of the darkness, a small city has quietly formed.

I looked at Master Mo, and everyone respected him extremely anywhere he walked.

He no longer had the look of crying.

Instead, it became extremely solemn.

I also picked up a face and hurriedly straightened my body.

Mo Yiyi responded to them and nodded gently to everyone who greeted him.

"Let's go, go home." Mo Qing patted my back, and my straightened body couldn't help but relax.

"Um."

...

The decoration here is very interesting.

It tastes a bit like the Wu family when I was a child.

"Oh, by the way."

Mo's shout attracted my attention, and I couldn't help but look at him.

"Would you like to take my surname? I think we are quite in harmony." Mo said jokingly.

He and Li Changye have known each other for a long time.

I definitely know a lot of things.

This is deliberately teasing me.

"I don't want it." I directly rejected him. I couldn't take good care of my adults. I really disliked him.

Mo was not annoyed, shrugged with a smile, and went out to discuss with the person here.

I watched him walk out and thought I had nothing to do, so I took out the dagger and looked at it.

Sometimes I also wonder whether there is any meaning in practicing.

If you keep killing, you can't stop the general trend coming.

It's just a drink to quench thirst.

But... if no one even does quenching thirst, we will only perish faster.

Therefore, you must wait for a chance before you quench your thirst and die.

An opportunity to change the status quo at the root of the source.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but hold the dagger tightly, and the dagger stained with blood seemed to be responding to me.

...

"I am always ready to take on the big responsibility!" I said excitedly to the person in charge of the camp in front of me.

This is the Wu family’s camp, and there are many people I know.

Including the person in charge in front of him, to be precise, he is my cousin.

"Yeah." He nodded with relief.

"Not bad, very strong. There is a difficult task to delegate to you."

Mo was not talking, as if he was preparing to comfort me.

"I was ready from the day I came out." I responded extremely seriously.

I want to practice not on a whim, but thinking after seeing the tragedy like Uncle Yashen. I already know the consequences of cultivation, but I am also prepared to sacrifice at the same time.

Come on, take responsibility this day.

It's what I've always dreamed of!

The person in charge nodded with satisfaction, "I am going to hand over the cleaning work here to you. I heard that you were responsible for this before and are very experienced."

I was stunned for a moment.

His arms kept trembling, as if he couldn't help but punch the person in front of him.

We need to clean up the same kind again.

I've been doing this job for a long time in the northern camp.

Until now, I have never really fought for humans. How much blood does my hand still have to be covered with?

"Ruyuan, accept this job." Mo, who was standing aside, said the first sentence.

I was looking forward to not being able to say a few words for me, but at this time, he was as hateful as the person in charge.

"good."

I nodded helplessly.

...

Slaughterhouse.

It's my workbench too.

"Please hand me this home."

The person in the bed was dying and he was on the verge of collapse. Unfortunately, this moment of clarity was his last rebirth.

"I remember you, you seem to belong to the Wu family too..." He looked at me with a smile. But I couldn't speak.

This person belongs to the Wu family, and strictly speaking, he is my brother.

Dear brother.

But he doesn't seem to remember it very clearly.
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