Yang Wudi's eyes sank, unable to give an exact promise.
"Brother?"
Seeing Yang Wudi not speaking, with a straight face and wondering what he was thinking, Yang Wushuang began to have a headache.
This is my brother, and this is the current patriarch of the Po Clan. Only if he agrees to join the Wuhun Palace can the rest of the Po Clan return home more smoothly.
Unable to stop thinking about these in his heart, Yang Wushuang pressed his forehead.
Sometimes Yang Wushuang is really afraid of Yang Wudi's bad temper. Because of this temper, Yang Wudi's way of thinking about problems is always different from what he thinks. His brother is particularly easy to get into trouble because of this.
Yang Wushuang is very clear about Yang Wudi's stubbornness, but this does not mean that Yang Wushuang agrees with Yang Wudi's stubbornness regardless of the situation.
"...Do I want to move in with you?" Yang Wudi asked in a muffled voice.
So what if I can't give an exact promise? Isn't the knife already on my neck? What's more, they also gave Youxiang Qiluo the Immortal Product.
I let Yang Wushuang come again and again, doesn't it represent an attitude? Look at Yang Wushuang's persistence, look at the stubbornness in my heart, and at the same time let the tribe witness all this.
Allowing all kinds of speculations about Yang Wushuang within the clan consumed Wuhundian's patience, and pushed the Pozhi clan step by step towards today, truly facing this choice.
They still have delusions in their hearts. Even if the Haotian Sect chills their hearts, when new forces come to recruit, they will still use the Haotian Sect as a comparison in order to get better treatment.
"Brother, have you figured it out?!" Yang Wushuang's tone was filled with joy, but then he saw Yang Wudi's suddenly frowning, and the smile at the corner of his mouth was suppressed.
"Just think about it and move... We will move on a certain day."
Tuoba Xi returned to the sect with the disciples of the Holy Dragon Sect, while Yang Wudi stayed behind.
Seeing a group of people evacuating from his mansion, Yang Wudi turned his head and glanced at Yang Wushuang. They were all accomplices, although they had become colleagues now.
Walking back to the mansion without saying a word, Yang Wushuang lowered his head and touched the tip of his nose, and then followed him in.
As soon as the door was closed, the sharp tip of a gun came towards him. Yang Wudi didn't say anything, but quietly pointed the gun at Yang Wushuang.
Yang Wushuang was stunned for a moment, then quickly reacted, took a few steps back, and also summoned his martial spirit.
Yang Wudi attacked quickly and fiercely, just like Yang Wushuang came here for the first time, but this time there was no murderous intent.
The cold stars were dotted and the silver light was shining brightly. Yang Wushuang passively fell into Yang Wudi's rhythm, and was forced to retreat step by step by Yang Wudi.
Finally, the tip of the gun touched Yang Wushuang's eyebrows, and the blood fell. Yang Wudi stopped his hand, his eyes filled with relief.
"Unparalleled."
"Brother." Yang Wushuang also put away his spear, stopped the clothes that were torn by Yang Wudi, and responded in a low voice.
This is Yang Wudi recognizing him again.
"Come with me and take you to meet people."
Yang Wushuang was puzzled, but he followed Yang Wudi's footsteps honestly.
They came to a room with an offering table. Looking at the memorial tablet erected on it, Yang Wushuang fell silent.
"They are all alive, right?" Yang Wudi's eyes focused on a memorial tablet, with grief in his eyes.
That was the son he was most optimistic about, but unfortunately, God leaves no one behind, and he was not as lucky as Yang Wushuang. He really died that year, and Yang Wudi saw his body with his own eyes.
Seeing this tablet as well, Yang Wushuang lowered his eyes.
"We are all alive, and living well. Wuhun Palace does not have any great rejection of us people."
"They also miss their families, but we don't know where to find you, and we haven't thought about using the power of Wuhun Palace to find you."
Eyes flickering, Yang Wushuang was silent for a while before continuing, "Brother still thinks that we are greedy for life and afraid of death, right?"
Yang Wudi snorted, Yang Wushuang smiled bitterly, he knew it.
"Then why did my brother agree to surrender?"
Didn’t you make the same choice as me? Why did you bring me to see them?
"I'm not a human being." Yang Wudi lowered his head, "There's nothing different. This is my decision and has nothing to do with my tribe. They want to live."
"Brother still feels that what Wuhun Palace is doing is wrong?"
Bang——, he slapped Yang Wushuang hard on the back of his head, and Yang Wudi's eyes were filled with fierceness.
"Wuhundian has completely brainwashed you, right? I want you to see this tablet in vain?"
Baring his teeth, Yang Wushuang reached out and covered the back of his head, wanting to say something.
"These are all clan members who died back then. Remember this for me. I don't care what grudges there are between Wuhun Palace and Haotian Sect. Anyway, you can't let me forget this past."
"But the Haotian Sect ran away." Yang Wushuang retorted, frowning when Yang Wudi yelled at him.
"Just like Han'er, if he died in the hands of other sect disciples who were weaker than the Po Zhi clan, wouldn't I lead someone to take revenge?"
"Then that sect simply ran away, leaving only a few affiliated small families staying in place. Brother, won't you continue to take action?"
Yang Wudi was stunned for a moment, and then his face darkened. Is it so difficult for this kid to remember the past?
Seeing Yang Wudi's face, Yang Wushuang's tone became serious.
"Brother, our Po clan will not do things like stabbing people in the back."
"You don't need to say it." Yang Wudi said through gritted teeth.
After that, Yang Wudi forced Yang Wushuang to reflect here for several days. If Wuhun Palace did well, it meant that those tribesmen deserved to die, right?
Yang Wudi feels that his brother's thoughts still need to be corrected. Even if you don't hate them, you shouldn't forget them.
Wuhun City, Pope Palace.
Looking at the latest news, Bibi Dong thought about it.
Wuhun Palace and Qibao Glazed Sect are trying to steal people. The single-attribute family and the group of blacksmiths are all being targeted by them at the same time.
"The Imperial Clan, the Qibao Glazed Sect...tsk."
......
Qian Renxue failed to successfully enter the Pope's Palace, but she has found the 'missing' people and beasts.
It was another place she had never set foot in Wuhun City, and Qian Renxue didn't want to say anything more.
Huge cocoons fell on the ceiling one after another, and the weak sense pointed to one of the cocoons.
Time is tight and the task is heavy. Qian Renxue must put down these cocoons before Bibi Dong comes back, and also protect the people in these cocoons.
Looking down at the patterns on her arms, Qian Renxue sighed.
After raising her head and making a few gestures to determine how to cut off all the connecting threads in the least number of times, Qian Renxue summoned the long sword. The patterns on her arms immediately lit up, and the soul power in her body was quickly dissipated.
Raising her hand to swing her sword, sword rays flew out one after another. The long sword collapsed and the threads broke. Qian Renxue saw those familiar faces again.
"Qian Renxue, I'm here to help you!"
This chapter has been completed!