The muscles on his face trembled, and the blood wolf's small wellbore circles were slightly red and choked, saying:

"Brother Qilin signaled to me with an expressionless face and asked me to put the night owl on his back. **I reached out to pull the night owl's arm."

"I pulled the night owl's arm and didn't pull him. His arm slid through my hands. There was a lot of flesh and skin in my hand, and the flesh of the night owl! The body was stored for too long and it fell apart as soon as it was pulled. I could no longer bear it. Tears and the sour water in my stomach surged out. I could no longer control myself, almost crying and vomiting. For more than ten minutes, I grabbed the flesh of the night owl in my hand, just like that."

"When I was somewhat regaining my rationality, I looked up at Brother Qilin again. Brother Qilin was still squatting next to me quietly, still looking at me expressionlessly. Looking at his eyes, I was a little calmer. At this time, Brother Qilin signaled me to turn my head, and I turned my head."

"After turning my head, I don't know what Brother Qilin did. I only heard him whisper: I've done it, let's go down, don't look back."

"I really went down, I really didn't look back. I was afraid that I would see the night owl on Brother Qilin's back. The way down was much easier than coming up, but I also wondered why Brother Qilin was carrying a corpse and could follow me at that speed."

"After going on, I turned around and asked Brother Qilin, are you tired? Why don't I carry it for you for a while? Do we want to carry the night owl back like this? Brother Qilin replied lightly: It's okay, no need."

"When I look back at this time, I see the most unforgettable moment in my life." The blood wolf breathed rapidly and said tremblingly.

"What's wrong?" Mo Xiaoming asked.

"Under the bright moonlight, the naked brother Qilin has the head of a night owl under his arms! He has no night owl's back at all!"

"Why is it just a head?" Mo Xiaoming asked.

"When I carried it over, Brother Qilin actually took off the head of Night Owl! Indeed, now that I think about it, this was the best choice at that time. At that time, Night Owl's body had fallen apart. Even if three or five people came up, it would be impossible to transport his body back intact. But I really couldn't imagine that Brother Qilin was really cruel, and he was really cruel to be able to take off Night Owl's head with his own hands, and then walk all night with his comrade's head."

"Brother Qilin still has a expressionless face, and his eyes can still see his tears in the moonlight. I felt unacceptable at the time, so I whispered and yelled in a low voice: Have you left the night owl on the cliff? Brother Qilin said calmly: No, I want to take him home, this is the only way to take him home. Xiaojing, calm down, the few dozen meters ahead is the minefield. You have to follow the original route of the engineers placing the mines. When you tremble, you may encounter a thunder."

"As long as you are an individual, can you calm down when you see the tragic phenomenon of walking with another comrade in your hand? I can't calm down, my legs tremble."

After drinking a glass of wine, the Blood Wolf said with lingering fear: "It is the most dense minefield in the world. Our road is not the road, it is footprints. It is the engineers used a lightning probe to protrude out inch by inch. You must walk carefully. Just one foot shaking your feet may encounter a thunder. A few times along the way, I fell several times, and my heart and legs were not obeyed by my commands, but every time I felt that I could no longer stand, Brother Qilin's big hand with only strength would be placed on my shoulders. As long as this hand was placed on my shoulders, my legs would not shake and my heart would not panic. A few times, I was really about to fall and fall into the minefield, but the hand behind me was the Dinghai Shen Needle."

"Brother Qilin held Ye Owl's head with his left hand and took care of me with his right hand. He himself did not make a mistake in a wrong step, and did not waver at all. In the morning, Brother Qilin and I returned to the camp. When we arrived at the camp, I could no longer hold back and picked up the submachine gun and swept it into the sky for a long time. Everyone thought I was going crazy. Only I knew that I was not crazy yet, and I would never be crazy again in my life. After that night, I became a man. Brother Qilin handed Ye Owl's head to the military engineer and went to bed by himself. He slept very peacefully. He slept for more than ten hours as soon as he slept."

"When the night owl was cremated, we were all there. The plastic surgery was good, and the prosthetics on the limbs were similar to those on the real ones. It looked good when taking photos. Brother Qilin was right. He took the night owl home and he did it."

That year, the Blood Kirin Zhao Ziyue was twenty-one years old, and the Blood Wolf Xiaojing was twenty and a half years old.

Mo Xiaoming was shocked by Xiaojing's words.

This scene appeared in his mind: in southern Xinjiang, on the red soil, under the moonlight and starlight, two men with straight waists, naked and covered with blood from stone edges, slowly walked step by step on the densest minefield in the world. The man walking in front had a little trembling legs and a little sweaty. The man walking behind had a head of his comrade under his arms, and followed the man in front slowly, and when the man in front was shaking his legs, the man behind reached out to support him. The two walked quietly without a conversation.

What kind of scene is this?

What kind of friendship will these two men have?

There is nothing in the world that is more cruel than war. Perhaps, nothing can turn a man into a real man better than war.

"Originally, Brother Qilin and I were the best comrades in the army. After that day, I felt that no matter what I did, whether it was right or wrong, as long as he was behind me, I would not be afraid of anything. As long as I remembered that big hand of Brother Qilin behind me that day, even if there were many mines in front of me, I could walk with confidence, and my legs would no longer shake."

"At the beginning, many people wondered, why are you, Xiaojing, so stupid, worth millions, but you still have a gangster with Zhao Ziyue? I always laughed it off. First of all, Brother Qilin and I have a life-long friendship, how much money can I buy it? Secondly, when I went to Japan alone to kill those miscellaneous people, the reason I was confident was because I could always feel that Brother Qilin's hand was on my shoulder. Everything was the same as that night."

On this day, Mo Xiaoming finally understood what kind of person Zhao Ziyue was.

That was a person who dared to take his own initiative to remove the head of his comrades' bodies and heads.

It was a person who had been walking in the minefield for a night with his comrade's head in his arms.

That is a person who can take care of his comrades in the above situations.

It is not scary enough to complete the above three points. What is scary is that in Xiaojing's description: this person's emotions did not fluctuate in the entire process of doing the above things.

Perhaps his emotions fluctuated as well. But others couldn't see it.

It was not until tonight that Mo Xiaoming realized that there may be no one who can be a rival to Zhao Ziyue in Xiangshan and in the entire HR province.

Even Gu Ying and Xiaojing are not Zhao Ziyue’s best friends, but enemies. If they fight once, who will win?

I believe everyone has the answer in their hearts.

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