"Xuanwu, what's wrong with you?" Qing Yi turned her head and saw the man in black holding his head tightly.
His expression was full of pain, as if some memory had been lost, but he couldn't remember it for a while...
boom!
At this moment, a force seemed to explode in Xuanwu's mind. His steps retreated step by step, and his handsome face turned pale.
His eyes fell on Mo Lishang, his brows were furrowed tightly, and his body was trembling slightly.
familiar……
This young man was so familiar. He seemed to have seen him somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a while...
Suddenly, a picture crossed the prehistoric era and jumped into Xuanwu's mind, and the previously vague memory gradually became clear.
A bloody battlefield, two soldiers fighting.
He wore a long black gown and stood on the battlefield.
Blood dyed the entire battlefield red, corpses were strewn on the battlefield, and countless blood flowed.
Suddenly, a long sword came from behind and pierced his chest.
The blood dyed his black robe red, his body was quite stiff, and he slowly turned his head...
That was the face of a young man, so familiar that it made him tremble all over, but he couldn't even raise a question.
Why……
Could it be him?
…
Demonic Holy Mountain.
The young man had slowly fallen from the void. He stood beside Suzaku and carefully opened his palms.
"Yanyan asked me to bring it to you."
In the palm of the young man's hand, a blue stone lay quietly. The stone gave off a faint light, rendering the young man's fair face.
Suzaku stared blankly at the stone in the young man's palm. Her red lips trembled slightly and she wanted to say something, but her throat seemed to be blocked and she couldn't say a word.
"Suzaku, Xuanwu, what's wrong with you?" Xiaomi scratched the back of his head and asked doubtfully, "Do you know Mo Lishang?"
At this moment, the atmosphere was silent.
There is a strange and peaceful atmosphere in the Demonic Holy Mountain shrouded in the blood-colored sky.
Suddenly, Xuanwu made the first move...
His body turned into a sharp sword, and he quickly broke through in front of the young man. His fist was wrapped in a layer of strong wind, and it landed on Mo Lishang's chest with a bang.
Mo Lishang did not resist, nor had he ever resisted.
Powerful force penetrated his body, and he suddenly took a few steps back. A trace of blood spread from the corner of his mouth and slowly flowed down.
"I'm going to kill you!"
Xuanwu's eyes were blood red, and murderous intent poured out from his eyes, covering the entire mountain range.
Suzaku was stunned for a moment.
She was lost in thought.
After Xuanwu came back, he told her that the reason why he fell that year was because of an acquaintance...
But he couldn't remember who this acquaintance was.
So...now seeing Xuanwu's reaction, Suzaku's eyes slowly fell on Mo Lishang.
Her fists were clenched tightly, and indescribable anger surged from her chest, making her face even more seductive and cold.
"Mo Li Shang...is that you?"
Suzaku slowly took a few steps closer to Mo Lishang, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a cold light suddenly appeared in his eyes: "Did you kill Xuanwu back then?"
Xiaomi was dumbfounded.
Mo Lishang killed Xuanwu?
This...how could this happen?
Mo Lishang is the younger brother adopted by the master. He once killed Xuanwu? If the master knew about this, would he be able to bear it?