Gong Xichou stared at this scene in a daze.

The scenery in front of me blurred as tears filled my eyes.

"Always...they are always by my side?"

His voice was trembling and choking.

"How could it be...I don't know..."

If he knew, he would have to make himself better in the past few years, practice harder and live happier, rather than force himself to do unhappy things. Don’t look at Gong Xiqiu who has been indulging in fun over the years, but he is not happy.

Let the elders see that they are addicted to hatred and cannot be relieved and have no recognition, and they don’t know how disappointed they should be. He was once the future warrior of the Gongxi tribe they gave high hopes, and he was the treasure of the tribe whom all the elders would feed snacks when they saw it.

"you?"

Jimo Can's voice was a bit ridiculous.

"There are still many things you don't know..."

For example, Gong Xiqiu didn't know what he would lose if he chose to take revenge, nor did he know how many people his life was expected and paid. When he knew, all the pain could only be digested and chewed by himself.

No one was watching him secretly anymore and staying with him.

But, he is not qualified to stop him from taking revenge.

This is Gongxi's wish, isn't it my own? I have been secretly taking care of him for many years and helped avenge the Gongxi tribe, which can be regarded as making up for the absence of more than 20 years. In the future, he can only leave by himself.

The eagle will one day leave its parents' wings.

not to mention--

What kind of eagle is he now?

"Tell you, what can you bear?" Jimo Can looked at Gong Xiqiu with indifferent expression. The latter looked very much like a puppy who suffered a lot of grievances outside. He was pitiful and eager to enter the arms of the closest person and confess...

This look...

Jimo Can is somewhat disgusted.

This child is just as his mother complained to his uncle, and he is somewhat not very smart. An eight-foot-foot man with a pound of more than 100 pounds is not as smart and alert as his mother, nor is he as much of his uncle's thoughts. He is obviously just short of writing his thoughts on his face.

He was straightforward and thought he was scheming. If he hadn't wiped his butt, he would have wanted to deceive Tang Guo?

"Then tell me!"

When you mention this Gongxiqiu, you will be angry.

Their eyes were red and they vented their long-standing negative emotions. They had been together for a year or two, not a day or two. This guy always regarded himself as a tribe and never told his relationship. He let him think randomly. He didn't believe it was unintentional!

"What are you hiding from me?" Gong Xiqiu decided to figure out the whole story, but he didn't believe this guy at all!

My uncle is right, literary scholars are all unscrupulous, nine out of ten sentences in their mouths are fake, and the remaining sentence makes you guess and guess wrong, but you are not smart enough.

Where is such a father in this world?

Jimo Can's high priest's uniform was rushing in the strong wind, and the sandstorm caused by the fierce battle between the heroes of the tribe and Tang Guo blocked the light, outlining a shadow on his face. The two were not far apart, but Gong Xiqiu could not see the expression on each other's face.

A faint sense of anxiety arose in my heart.

"You...you're talking..."

He didn't say anything, he was a little panicked.

You're not really angry, right? I've just been deceived for many years and I'm a little resentful, so I can't get angry? He hasn't run to my mother's grave yet to accuse this person of being heartless! Angry!

Jimo Can didn't answer, but showed a touch of his usual sarcasm and sneer, and his eyes fell on Tang Guo, who was besieged and still had the upper hand. He raised his wooden stick and pointed and said, "You, as long as you can get his head now, I will tell you."

Gong Xichou stared at Tang Guo with red eyes.

He shouted: "Okay! A gentleman said—"

Jimo's thin lips moved slightly.

"It's hard to chase after all!"

With the guarantee, Gong Xiqiu regrouped like chicken blood. He raised his hand and turned into a long crescent-shaped crescent serpentine, and his full armour was possessed again. Despite his internal injuries, his strength was still retained. No matter how much he said, he would still take Tang Guo down.

"Uncle, I'll help you!"

"Rebellious son——"

Seeing Gong Xiqiu coming with a long spear, Tang Guo, who had originally looked not solemn, had a mouthful of old blood in his heart. When Gong Xiqiu Luo was captured alone, he could not pick a word even if he broke several ribs. Tang Guo felt that this barbarian had backbone, so he happily sent him on the way. He still had a heartbreaking way of dying, and he could not die again.

Who would have seen him many years later?

He was lively and almost thought that the other party was Gong Xiqiu's twin brother. The most subtle thing was that he had forgotten some of the key memories. Tang Guo originally wanted to eliminate the roots to eliminate future troubles, but after checking the secret script of Gong Xi clan that he had plundered, he realized that Gong Xiqiu could survive because of the mysterious means of this clan, a treasure that cherishes his nature far better than the disaster of Gu in Wu Kingdom!

If this secret can be dug out and then created on a large scale... the Gu insects in Wu Kingdom, plus the treasures in Gong Xiqiu's body, will not take much energy or financial resources, and the energy source will continue to create batches of brave warriors who are not afraid of death and cannot die.

Such an elite in hand—

Don’t say it swept across the northwest part of the mainland.

What's the difficulty of unifying the continent for thousands of miles?

So he took Gong Xiqiu as his adopted son.

This adopted son is extremely talented, intelligent and obedient. On the other hand, his children are all playboys. If it weren't for his life experience, he would really be willing to regard him as his own. Treat him as his heir, and inheriting his legacy is also an excellent choice...

However, as Gongxiqiu became more and more outstanding and his behavior was weird, Tang Guo's vigilance increased day by day. Occasionally, he dreamed of midnight and secretly worried that this kid would backfire. But how did this worry compare with his greed and ambition to unify the continent?

Tang Guo chose to bet!

The truth is, he lost a lot.

He was still raising a tiger, and the tiger boy he raised himself could not help but reveal his sharp fangs to him, and his eyes were filled with bloodthirsty. Once he was bitten by this boy, he would not let go of his mouth and he would drag it until he died.

This situation—

Tang Guo was both frightened and furious.

"Okay! It's just right!" He shouted loudly, his already rough muscles swelled a little, his blood vessels collapsed, and every inch of the texture contained destructive power. He said, "I will send you my clan to truly reunite on the road to the underworld today!"

"You are presumptuous!"

Seeing Tang Guo slapped a hero with one palm, Gongxi's eyes were so scarlet that he raised his palm and fought with the other party head-on with his martial spirit.

Two powerful forceful spirits exploded in mid-air.

Flying sand and gravel, covering the sky and the sun.

The pine and cypress forest on the mountain in the distance was blown to bend down, and some people were uprooted. Gong Xiqiu was shocked and retreated continuously until a wide but cold palm was pressed against his back. He stabilized his body and subconsciously turned his head to look.

It is a very familiar outline that catches your eyes.

When I was a child, I often snatched the moles on the other person’s forehead.

"uncle……"

The heroic spirit is just an obsession when it is dying, not the real person. Its existence is similar to the soldiers transformed by the martial arts qi of the martial artist. It is neither human nor ghost, irrational, and its actions are entirely based on obsession during his lifetime. However, he heard the other party respond to him.

"A Nian, you are still so weak."

The voice was hoarse but with a familiar tone.

Gong Xiqiu: "..."

He dared to pat his chest and promise that his strength was definitely far better than his uncle at this time. First, his talent was higher, and second, his uncle had not lived to his age yet! Why did he have the attitude to say, "You are still so weak?" But in the next sentence, Gongxi Qiu was not tense.

"Come on, come behind my uncle, don't be afraid."

Although these heroes are far inferior to those during their lifetime, they are more powerful than they were in their own lives, and they are of the same origin and have a very tacit understanding of their cooperation.

Gong Xiqiu joined again, and his original anxious situation gradually tilted. The bombardment of martial arts made the energy of heaven and earth disorder.

The surrounding mountains were destroyed in an incredible way.

Gradually, Gong Xiqiu discovered something was wrong.

Not only did he discover it, but Tang Guo also realized it.

No matter how he attacks and destroys them, these heroes will return to their original state after a short rest, without knowing the pain, tirelessness, and will not consume it. In addition, Gong Xiqiu is eyeing one side, and he will be distracted for a moment and there will be more scars on his body.

On the other hand, Gongxi Qiu, who was protected by his tribe members?

Still intact!

Your attacks on Gongxiqiu will be blocked by heroic spirits that emerge from somewhere, and it is a completely life-deserving style of fighting.

No--

These things are lifeless.

Wait - he ignored someone! Tang Guo realized that the confidant of the king had not taken action since he appeared!

Is this boy really sitting in the mountain watching the tiger fight?

No, he didn't take action!

Tang Guo looked at Jimo Can, who was playing with a playful face, and his eyes were bloody. The latter held the strange wooden stick, and the Qi condensed by mysterious words was lingered all over his body. Once the words flashed, no matter how much damage the hero was, he would return to his original state, and the elite he brought was slaughtered. In this situation, the situation would be extremely unfavorable to him. Was he really trapped in this ditch?

Tang Guo's expression was dark and unpredictable. His desire to survive had heated up in his chest, and his counterattack became more and more powerful. He defeated the heroes in front of him, grabbed the void and turned into a long bow. He opened his bow and shot arrows, and thousands of feathered arrows beat the meteor. The attack range covered half of the mountain.

"Good come!" Gong Xiqiu shouted loudly, as if he was preparing to reciprocate, which happened to hit Tang Guo's thoughts.

He handed over Gongxi's archery skills step by step. The latter has talent, but it still lacks the timing and experience of ignition. With Tang Guo's understanding of this adopted son, the latter will definitely fight back with the same archery skills. He is ready to take a feint to retreat.

If you continue to entangle, you will definitely die.

but--

He did not count that Gongxiqiu was not alone at this time, nor that Gongxi tribe's protection was completely unreasonable!

Without any communication, the heroic spirit made a mistake and came to the formation point, formed a shield formation, and took on this wave of attack head-on. Gong Xiqiu grabbed the gap where he was not good at successors and suddenly appeared on his back, with a long spear heading straight to the vital point.

After all, Tang Guo is a veteran who has experienced many battles.

Faced with this crisis, make a quick decision and exchange for life with injuries.

escape!

Be prepared to run for life with the risk of being injured again.

But someone is faster and more accurate than him!

"Do you think you can escape?"

The person who speaks is not Gongxiqiu.

It's Jimo Can!

"Playing with Gu, the priest of Gongxi tribe is the expert!"

Tang Guo realized something about trying to mobilize martial energy, but found that the martial energy that used to be like an arm made the fingers become stagnant. He covered the wound that was pierced by Gong Xiqiu, his eyes were so angry that he wanted to mobilize martial energy to suppress it to alleviate the influence of the strange insect on him.

Very little effect.

"What's the use of covering that wound?"

Jimo Can's face was expressionless, as if he was looking at a fool.

"Bah! I have been fighting in the south and north for many years, but I didn't expect to fall into such a despicable means and be defeated without any force!"

Jimo Can jokingly said, "Soldiers are the devil."

"Do you think the Gu insect is on Gong Xiqiu's weapon?"

Jimocan didn't learn much about things like Gu insects, but he was more than enough for an unsuspecting layman.

Gong Xiqiu stopped and looked at his long halberd.

"When did you move your hands?"

I didn't notice it at all.

Jimo Can glanced at the silly Bai Tian son coldly. The child's mind was as pitiful as Tang Guo: "When did you say you were trying to do something with me? Don't forget that the elders of you, you are willing to cooperate with me temporarily because of your reasons. Naturally, they will cooperate with all my actions. Compared to you, I am obviously more stable and reliable. How can I bear the killing move on you?"

Gong Xiqiu: "..."

Jimo Can sneered: "There are no wounds you left, but all the wounds left by the rest of the tribe members. I only know that you are useless, but I don't know that you are useless. For the second chance, you still didn't catch them. Is the head level delivered to the door so difficult to get?"

Gong Xiqiu: "..."

Jimo Can didn't look at the eldest son's green face and looked at Tang Guo jokingly: "Aren't you curious about the secret techniques of the Gongxi clan's Guworm? You might as well experience it yourself. The Guworm that treats you is my years of hard work. Let's continue, don't waste it."

Gong Xiqiu asked: "What kind of worm is so fatal?"

Jimo Can rolled his eyes and asked, "Can it be used for sneak attacks if it is not fatal? I am a literary scholar, how could I confront a warrior head-on? The old birthday boy hangs him and he is afraid of his longevity?"

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There is another chapter in the early morning, which completely ends the plot of A Nian.

The bento was hot and forced to stumble into Jimo Can's mouth.
Chapter completed!