He patted Mu Qiaozhi on the shoulder and said, "Qiaozhi, I'm glad you can hesitate."
The night wind blows slowly, the waves on the sea rise and fall, and the sound of waves hitting the rocks makes people feel excited and unable to calm down.
Mu Qiaozhi looked at the old man's loving eyes, slightly stunned.
In his impression, this man has always been resolute, with an iron will. Even when his wife was kidnapped by smuggling robbers, he could calmly command the army to annihilate the entire smuggling legion... He was selfless and almost cold-blooded.
He has always been proud of the other party's will, and believes that he also needs to learn from the old man's spirit.
But on this night, he saw a trace of hidden pain in the old man's eyes...
"Qiao Zhi, do you know?" The old man sighed, and his black eyes slowly closed in the night, "The thing I regret most in my life is to let Ling die there. I will never lose the love of my life.
, without children, without a lover, even if you have so much glory, what’s the point? Without family and children to share, what’s the point?”
Ling is the name of the old man's lover... During the annihilation of the smuggling gang, the old man killed his relatives out of justice. Although the smuggling gang was annihilated, his lover also died in the fight.
Mu Qiaozhi still remembered that his master's wife suffered inhuman torture when she died.
She died in extremely painful torture...
The old man has never revealed any thoughts about his mistress for so many years, and he did not even shed a single tear when he found his wife's body. But at this moment, in the hazy moonlight, he could clearly see that deep in the old man's eyes,
The condensed tears were hidden so deeply and so far away that he could hardly see them...
It turns out that it’s not that he doesn’t miss him, or that he’s really cold-blooded, it’s just that in the face of justice, he gave up his personal emotions and chose to abandon his wife...
"Qiao Zhi," the old man sighed, "I don't want you to follow my old path. Seeing that you are becoming more and more like me, how can I not be responsible for your plans as your master? Don't come here again.
No matter whether you succeed or fail, I don’t want you to come back again.”
"Master..." Mu Qiaozhi called out in a low voice, | "Do you want me to be a deserter? When everyone will succeed?"
| "...Qiao Zhi, master wants to ask you - if you were asked to kill Doreen with your own hands, would you really be able to do it?"
..." Mu Qiaozhi didn't expect that the old man would ask this question, and for a moment, he couldn't answer.
His mind was originally in chaos because of Doreen's affairs, and now it was even more chaotic when facing the old man.
"I...|He hesitated and looked at the old man, and then said after a while,||"I don't know...|"
He kept telling himself that it didn't matter. When facing Su Qianqian, he could still ridicule her with righteousness, but facing the old man's sharp eyes, he couldn't say a word.
Is it really possible?
He really doesn’t know anymore…
"Qiao Zhi," the old man looked lovingly at his beloved disciple's face, "listen to my words and leave. After tonight, you will have a new identity. Everything that happens here has nothing to do with you."
His voice was low and gentle. Mu Qiaozhi was stunned for a while and then called out in a low voice: "Master..."