MTL - Engraved in Bone-Chapter 54 Master and Dark Guard 008

Moqi died before Sahadah captured Zhou.

Mo Jingyu was a little shy when he heard the news. He knew that there would be such a day, but he didn't expect it to be so fast. Obviously he had already figured out how to torture the other party if he captured Zhou Guo, but he died at once, and he didn't even have a forward direction.

Mo Jingyu was a little confused, as if he had lived to flee Mo's house in the first half of his life; he lived for revenge in the second half of his life, and there was nothing to do for himself.

There seems to be another. For example, he chose Mo Li because he liked it.

That night, he burned all the planning papers and looked at the swaying flames for a moment, wondering whether it was the mother who died before he met, or whether he died because of him, or Mo Qi was killed by him.

He was like a lonely star, killing everyone around him one by one.

Towards the end of the year, Sahad's army was approaching the capital. Naimanjin was like a hunter who teased his prey in the net, and he settled in the nearest town casually, admiring the trapped people slowly.

The New Year's Eve dinner in Sahara was traditionally held by the bonfire. This year's Eve, everyone in Sahara has their own house. Except for those single men and women who set up the fire outside the city gate, a small bonfire meeting.

Naimanjin told Mo Jingyu how he wanted to experience the New Year's Eve of the Zhou Dynasty. The two were dressed up in the capital and went to see the red lanterns on the street together.

Because of the imminent war outside, the country at this time did not have the liveliness of the past, but it should be set up. The red lanterns covered the red satin. There are still a lot of people coming and going, some with sincere smiles on their faces, some with strong smiles.

There are many hawkers making snacks on both sides of the street, while making and sipping, the children gather in a pile, holding small toys such as windmills, red lanterns, rattles, etc., and running to greet their little friends to keep up. The headed child didn't notice when he turned around and almost hit Mo Jingyu.

With his hands gently across the other's small head, he squatted down and looked up at the children, and said softly, "Remember to be careful. Too many people can easily fall."

"Thank you brother."

Mo Jingyu's eyes enviously watched the children play. He thought that apart from the boring lessons when he was a kid, the only fun was Mo Li holding him up to the tree, and getting older was going to the cliff side to enjoy the wind. The feeling of shuttle.

In the old New Year's Eve dinner, the two people sat in the small yard and ate dumplings from Molibao. He always eats copper coins. He knows that the other party secretly made a mark and put it in his bowl.

He and Naimanjin sat at a small stall and greeted the boss for two bowls of dumplings. Seeing the other person's puzzling appearance, Mo Jingyu smiled: "This is the custom of the Zhou Dynasty. It is considered to be complete when you eat dumplings at the New Year's Eve."

It was probably touching the scene, and with a slight lingering eyebrow on his eyes, he was tenderly in his eyes at the moment, and even the smile of his mouth was like a spring breeze.

Naimanjin put his hand on the back of his hand and said that he should have smiled so often.

He's in a good mood today, without losing the other's face.

After the New Year, Naimanjin took the initiative to send people to negotiate with the emperor of the Zhou Dynasty in order to prevent blood from destroying the anger just after the New Year, and finally he negotiated with the other's head down. Directly lead troops into the city, waiting for Naiman Jin to ascend to the throne.

This is probably the most peaceful battle in history.

In the past, the distinguished emperor and concubines became prisoners. Mo Jingyu saw his elder sister again. The other was still so beautiful, and the wolverines who were reluctant to be imprisoned. It seemed that these soldiers also gave her special treatment and let her return. Maintain the dignity of the concubine.

To be precise, that is the self-esteem of the Mo family.

When he saw him, the elder sister paused for a while, carefully examined his face, and then suddenly laughed: "I heard that Mo Qi is dead."

"Ok."

"Do you have hands and feet?" Seeing that Mo Jingyu didn't speak, the other side laughed so loudly and murmured, "It's good to die, it's really good to die."

He never saw the elder sister again. It was said that when he sneaked out and was found again, he had already died in a boudoir before he entered the palace and committed suicide by hanging himself.

Mo Jingyu didn't think of what the eldest sister had gone through before choosing such an ugly death.

Even if they are not beautiful, the Mo family rarely allows themselves who died in life to become like this.

At night, the high-rise buildings are very windy, and Mo Jingyu invited Naiman to come here. It ’s not too early when the other party comes. Yuanyue waited in the night for a long time. He heard the footsteps of the other party and he asked softly: "Neimanjin, you leaked my whereabouts to Mo Qi What were you thinking about? "

The other side was silent for a while, hugging him, and whispered, "Ayu, I'm sorry, but I don't regret it."

He shook his head: "No problem, it's all over."

"I left here a thousand miles, and then came back here." Mo Jingyu sent the dagger in his hand into Naimanjin's heart, twisting his wrist intentionally and making a circle. He felt a little sour in his eyes and shook his head: "It doesn't matter, those are gone."

"So you and I have nothing to do with each other. This knife is considered to be my return to you and Ali."

Naiman stared at him desperately: "Ayu, we have been together for so long, have you liked me a little bit."

He climbed up to the city wall and looked down from the top, remembering that at first Mo Li used his light work to fly him high, from the fear of the unknown and the desire for freedom. The wind blows Mo Jingyu's voice fragmented and blurred, but Naimanjin can clearly hear:

"I only like A Li, whether it is the past or the present; whether it is sincerely, or acting on the scene."

"From beginning to end, I was the only one in my heart."

"Neimanjin, if you can survive, live well. I have nothing else to ask for."

When he fell, Mo Jingyu felt as if Mo Li was still beside him, and hugged him tightly, and when he thought he was about to fall, he took him up again.

"Ali, I'm afraid."

"It's okay, the subordinates will always be with Ali."

"The deceiver will swallow a hundred needles."

"it is good."

This time no one jumped up with that little dumpling, and no one told him to stop worrying.

The liar said that he would always protect me, so he left first. Am I too wayward? You don't even come to see me in your dreams.

But it's okay, A Li, I'll come to you this time.

As at first, he met each other at first glance.

The author has something to say:

The little master went to the dark guard, did you find that many plots are more familiar with Hee Hee. Fanwaili will explain what this story has to do with Master.