A small stove outlined in bronze, with a wisp of light incense rising up.
In this quiet night, listen to the gentle rain tapping on the slanted window, forget the hustle and bustle of the world, brew a pot of tea, and half cuddle up.
Under the Xuan window, the breeze mixed with drizzle, and the night concealed the blade of a knife.
The tea is gone, the agarwood remains, and the silhouettes of people are tilted.
"There may be a heavy rain tonight, a rain accompanied by blood." Shuli leaned half against the west window and looked out the window quietly.
Ji Wuye's [Night Curtain] officially declared war on Wei Zhuang's [Quick Sand].
However, the [Four Fierce Generals of the Night] were eliminated by three out of four, and the last man in cloak was unable to provide Ji Wuye with any combat power.
Among the remaining [Hundred Birds], there is no more Black Crow and White Phoenix Queen, only Parrot Song and Red Owl are left.
But [Hundred Birds]'s Yingge has been removed from this world, leaving only Ji Wuye's daughter Yingge.
Therefore, the only high-end combat power that Ji Wuye can wield is Red Owl and himself.
"Qinghe, let's go and have a look."
Mo Crow's eyes flashed, and he waved his hand and threw two pieces of black feathers. The gold wires at both ends were hit by the feathers and broke into four pieces and fell to the ground.
Seeing that his attack was easily neutralized, the red owl suddenly panicked.
Just as he was about to twitch the golden thread again, he looked up and saw Mo Crow's fist already in front of him.
The red owl's cheekbones were hit hard in an instant, the sound of shattering was like sand falling to the ground, and a tooth flew out with a mouth full of blood.
The force of Mo Ya's punch was so strong that the red owl flew away. After landing, it rolled a few times and found it difficult to stand up again.
"Perhaps, such cruelty and despicability suits you very well." Mo Ya walked up to Red Owl and squatted down, the look of disgust in his eyes as sharp as a knife blade, "But, I don't like it."
Mo Crow raised his hand and slowly reached towards the red owl.
Seeing that its master's life was in danger, the soul-chasing bird hovering in the sky opened its claws and swooped down screaming.
Ink Crow tilted his head slightly, but did not look at the stretched out hand. With a wave of his arm, a black feather flew straight towards the Soul Chasing Bird.
The soul-chasing bird flapped its wings fiercely, trying to dodge sideways.
Suddenly, a burst of black smoke burst out from the black feathers, and a black crow flew out of the black smoke, turned around and chased after the soul chasing bird.
Stab!
There was a sound of tearing flesh, and the crow passed through the soul chasing bird's body.
The soul-chasing bird let out a mournful cry and fell heavily to the ground.
Mo Ya still didn't look back, his eyes were always fixed on the red owl.
The red owl's face, which was less than a woman's, had completely changed at this moment: the cheekbones were broken, deformed and ugly, and those seductive eyes were stained with his own blood.
Mo Ya's outstretched hand stopped in mid-air, hesitated, and then slowly retracted it.
"When night falls, all the birds disperse, and the souls are snatched away to obtain pearls and blood. Hum, since you can't kill me, then I am still a traitor to the General's Mansion. How can a traitor abide by the rules of the game?"
This is equivalent to Mo Ya saying goodbye to the past. Now he is no longer the killer of the General's Mansion.
"What do you want? Don't kill me." The red owl's face was deformed by the beating, and every word he spoke was in great pain.
Mo Ya raised the steel thorn on his arm, "You keep asking me, why did you choose Bai Feng?"
Red Owl felt that death was right in front of him. He finally understood what Mo Ya said and the meaning of his name, and his face was full of horror.
"Because each of us is bound by the heaviest shackles in this world and polluted by the most evil darkness in this world."
Mo Crow stared at the red owl quietly, the rain gradually diluted the blood stains on the steel thorns on his arms.
When he first saw Ghost Mountain, it seemed like it happened again yesterday, and the dark blue eyes of that young man kept flashing in his mind.
"But, in Bai Feng's eyes, I saw a color that was purer than the sky."
As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Ya suddenly waved his arm, and the steel thorn cut the red owl's throat cleanly.
The red owl's eyes suddenly opened, and then quickly lost their light.
Red owl, dead.
Bai Feng, who was covered in scars, supported Nongyu, who was also covered in scars.
"Are you okay?" Bai Feng asked with concern.
"It's okay." Nong Yu looked at the rainy night.
The killers who appeared from the night seemed to be endless, coming towards [Purple Orchid Pavilion] from all directions.
Even though most of them are weak, their numerical advantage and close cooperation still make them overwhelmed.
There was a sudden splash of water.
Bai Feng and Nong Yu turned around warily.
"Don't be afraid, it's me." Mo Ya looked at Bai Feng and Nong Yu and raised his eyebrows slightly, "Hey, you found a new love and you abandoned me?"
Bai Feng and Nong Yu glanced at each other, and then they quickly separated and looked both ways at the same time.
Suddenly a black shadow flew past from below and then hit the ground, followed by another black shadow at the same time.
"Sister Cai Die!"
After seeing the man who hit the ground clearly, Nongyu exclaimed and quickly jumped over.
"Hey, kid, why don't you hurry up and help?" Mo Ya said to Bai Feng, who was still stunned on the spot.
"Ah? OK." Bai Feng responded, then stood up and followed Xiang Nongyu.
"This boy" Mo Ya looked at Bai Feng's back and couldn't help but smile helplessly.
Then he let out a long sigh, slowly sat down with support on the wooden pillar, closed his eyes and raised his head, quietly feeling the feeling of the raindrops hitting his face, and the feeling of the breeze blowing by his ears.
He didn't know that Ji Wuye would make such a desperate move tonight, but he didn't care anymore.
He was free, feeling free for the first time in his life.
But soon, the worry that arose in my heart diluted the joy of being free.
He ran all over the battlefield and never found that familiar figure.
He didn't know whether she was detained by Ji Wuye, or whether Ji Wuye deliberately did not arrange for her to participate in this operation.
Boom~
A sudden loud noise attracted Mo Crow's attention.
He opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the loud noise, which was the main battlefield where Wei Zhuang and Ji Wuye were fighting.
Even in this dim night, although the specific situation over there was unclear, the strong momentum coming from over there and the loud noises coming from time to time were enough to prove that the battle over there was still fierce.
Ji Wuye is very strong, this is something Mo Crow knew from the first moment he saw Ji Wuye.
Over the years, no one has dared to fight Ji Wuye, not only because of the power in his hands, but also because of his own strength.
Mo Ya has also seen Wei Zhuang's skills.
Even with his extraordinary lightness and Wei Zhuang's lack of seriousness, he was still injured.
The battle between these two people must be quite exciting, but unfortunately, he doesn't want to move at all now.
Putting his hands behind his head, Mo Ya closed his eyes and lay down.
He wants to use rainwater to completely wash away his connection with the past. From now on, he will no longer be the Mo Crow of [Hundred Birds].
In the distance, close to the battlefield between Wei Zhuang and Ji Wuye.
A black oil-paper umbrella was sunk in the majestic rain curtain, with two figures leaning one behind the other.
"It seems that Ji Wuye has some real abilities, otherwise Xiaozhuang wouldn't be so serious."
With a slight smile on her face, Shu Li looked quietly at Wei Zhuang and Ji Wuye who were fighting in the rain in the distance.
"Master, the battle over there is almost coming to an end."
"But it is estimated that there will still be some time left here. Ji Wuye seems to have vented all his anger at losing power here."
Shu Li looked into the distance, and saw the neatly organized Korean Imperial Army standing at the street entrance in the rain.
"At least you don't have to worry about Ji Wuye's life or death. Let's go back."
As soon as she finished speaking, Shuli walked into the rain.
Qinghe was just about to follow, but he was shocked to find that the raindrops were approaching Shuli, so he automatically moved aside to avoid them.
It was really the rain that avoided it on its own, rather than being bounced away by internal forces.