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"Who?" The young man who was originally asleep opened his eyes without any warning, and a few willow leaf blades as thick as a man's finger appeared on his fingertip. His entire body tensed as he prepared to take action.

"The eldest disciple of the Hua Shan sect doesn't use a sword, but instead carries a few flying knives. Are you afraid that others won't suspect your identity?" The voice that suddenly appeared was somewhat rustling, but it also carried a bit of frivolity. In the silent night, it seemed exceptionally strange.

Mo Zhike turned around when she heard the sound, and was about to throw the throwing knife. As he turned around, a sweet fragrance wafted into his nose. He wanted to hold his breath, but it was already too late. Mo Zhi didn't even have time to throw his knife before he collapsed on the bed in a fit of dizziness.

"Tsk, you're hit so easily? "It's clear that I overestimated you." With a few small footsteps, a black robed man appeared where Mo Zhike could see. He looked at Mo Zhike warily and spread out his hands, "Don't glare at me, I didn't intend to hurt you."

Mo Wuji tried to circulate his inner force, but the pain from his meridian caused him to twitch. He completely gave up on resisting, and cold sweat dripped down from his forehead.

The man in black chuckled and asked casually, "Can't you smell what poison it is?"

Mo Zhike looked at him coldly, "Don't you think that using a precious poison like Jade Bone Drunken Wine on me would be a waste?"

The black cloaked man's curved eyes laughed, "What a waste? "It's not a waste. I have several dozens of people's worth. There's no way I can use all of them."

Mo Zhike was slightly shocked, and the surprise in her eyes became even more intense, "Who are you?" It had to be known that Jade Bone Drunken Wine was a very fast and smoky type of poison. Not only were the ingredients in the recipe hard to find, but the requirements for its users were also very high.

The black-robed man raised his hand, and traces of white mist emerged from his fingertips.

Mo Zhi's already pale face turned completely white after seeing the white gas. His calm tone also changed, "Who are you?" Completely ignoring the excruciating pain brought by forcefully using her inner force, her delicate and pretty face was twisted by the pain.

The black robed man raised his eyebrows, seemingly surprised. He took a step forward and opened his mouth, ignoring Mo Zhike's eyes that were about to spit fire, and threw a pill in. Then, he took a step back and took off his mask: "Consider it my loss to you, it's just a little joke with you, why are you being so ruthless to yourself?"

Even though the room was still dark, with Mo Zhike's eyesight, she could clearly see the black robed man's appearance.

His face was so white that it looked transparent, and his lips were the color of blood. His slender eyes possessed an aura that could attract a person's attention. The depths of his eyes were suffused with a faint red hue. Her unbound long hair was draped in a black robe, and the two strands of hair by her ears were different from the grey hair on her back — the color of gray. His appearance was very ordinary, it would not be remembered by anyone if he was thrown into the crowd. However, if one looked a little longer, they would feel a single word, "demonic".

Mo Zhike's pupils slowly contracted, and an even more shocked expression appeared on her extremely pale face.

After taking the antidote, the weakness of his body had yet to dissipate, but Mo Zhizhan had already rushed out, grabbed the man's shirt, and forcefully pulled it open with his trembling fingers.

The black robed man didn't stop him. He only smiled indifferently and said, "I'll definitely tell big brother when we get back. I'm not the only one that pounced on big brother."

As he finished speaking, Mo Zhike also saw the nail on the left side of the man in black's chest that was as thick as a finger. It was unknown whether it was because of Jade Bone Drunk's weakness and pain, or because he had seen someone he had worried about for ten years, Mo Wuji coughed and knelt on the ground with a "Putong". His eyes were empty, but his tears could not help but fall down. "Second brother …"

Tears and blood, who had originally wanted to tease their younger brother, were also stunned when they saw his appearance. They softly replied, "I'm here."

Mo Zhike pressed his forehead against the ground, his fingers tightly holding onto the ground. His white knuckles showed how much strength he had used. His slightly emaciated back trembled slightly in response to the sound of his stifled cry, but he could only endure helplessly.

"Little Cough, second brother is here." Tears and Blood knelt down across from Mo Zhike. He stretched out his hand to touch Mo Zhike's hair. His eyes were filled with a rare gentleness.

"Second Brother!" Mo Zhike threw herself into his arms and hugged him tightly. She exerted her strength into her arms as if she wanted to strangle the tears of blood to death.

She was stunned for a long while before she smiled and hugged him back, "Silly child, what are you crying for?"

Mo Zhike didn't even listen to what the Blood Tears had said. She just called him "Second Brother" and cried like a child. Tears streamed down his face, unspeakable sorrow and sadness swept over Mo Zhiqiang, leaving him with no time to worry about his shameful image.

How could Tears of Blood mock his weakness? Even though Tears of Blood was tough as iron, facing his own brother, facing his own brother who was suffering from so many grievances and grievances, how could he not be moved? Besides, this person who was crying was the person he was buried deep in his heart and yearning for.

She could not cry, and she had long forgotten how to cry. She could only wrap her arms around her brother who was crying uncontrollably, using the strength on her arms and the warmth on her body to show him that she was here, in front of him, no longer the yearning she had in her dreams.

Mo Zhike cried with tears in her heart. The 'Second Brother' she was mumbling was also covered by the cry that she wanted to restrain, but was unable to hear it.

What did he have to say? Needless to say more, his elder brother would naturally understand.

Tears of Blood opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something to comfort Mo Zhike, but she couldn't utter a word. Perhaps it was because he wanted to say too much, or because he wanted to know what persuasion was. It was no different from a false lie. The true pain was indescribable.

He did not speak a word of consolation, but only hugged him and lightly patted his back. He silently looked at his brother, who was taller than him but was crying in his arms, with a gentle gaze.

After who knows how long, Mo Zhike finally stopped crying. She buried her face in her tear-stained arms, unwilling to get up. Perhaps he was greedily absorbing the warmth from her tears, or perhaps he was trying his best to recall the embrace in his memory, or perhaps he just wanted to sleep like this and return to the time when he was reunited with his brothers and parents.

"Little Cough, can you raise your head and let me see how you are?" The usually heartless and heartless Tears and Blood actually waited patiently for a long time before she asked softly. There was a tinge of caution in the voice, a tinge of anticipation, and a tinge of chagrin after disturbing the moment of silence.

Mo Zhike nodded silently and raised her head. Resisting the tears that were about to flow, she looked at this familiar yet unfamiliar man in front of her.

Her tear-stained face was so pale that it hurt the heart. Her eyes were red and swollen, and her nose was red. However, this wouldn't affect the youth's handsomeness. There was no mother's clear beauty of soft and quiet, nor was there father's Ning and reserved yet awe-inspiring temperament.

Tears and Blood's mind went blank. This pale, thin young man was not like the tiny, soft child he remembered, with cheeks as swollen as a gag in his mouth, chubby little hands, and a sticky voice that made him seem as if he were still asleep. But, Tears and Blood could see that this was his younger brother, the one with the same blood flowing from his body.

"Second brother." "Little Cough …"

The two of them spoke at the same time and stopped at the same time. After a moment of silence, Tears of Blood smiled and reached out a finger to draw his appearance: "You look very similar to big brother."

"Big brother …" Mo Zhizhan mumbled something, and his eyes started getting wet again.

Tears of Blood saw that he still wanted to cry, so she hurriedly said, "Big Brother is very good, very good." He pinched his cheek and felt the coldness of his fingertips. He couldn't help but say, "Third brother is also very good. Although I've never seen him before, but luckily, I know how Weeping looks like when I see you. You two are much more delicate than me and Big Bro. Only people like you are the sons of our parents. "

Mo Zhike's tears that she had suppressed were still drawn out by his words, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I forgot my parents' looks. It was because I was too unfilial. "It's been twelve years, but I can't do anything."

Tears of Blood comforted her, "It's already very good. The four of us have all survived, and … It's all very well, isn't it? "

Mo Zhike shook his head desperately, "I am a trash, I only know how to live a comfortable life hiding in Mount Hua. "I've never done anything before …"

"I haven't done anything either." Tears of blood lightly sighed, "What Big Brother said is right, I shouldn't have come to find you. "You could have lived a carefree life in Mount Hua …"

"I can't do it!" Mo Zhike grabbed her bleeding arm, her eyes were filled with fear and sorrow, "There is no place without you, not home." After saying that sentence, her bloody heart clenched violently as the pain in her heart became dull.

In just an instant, tears and blood filled his heart as he faced his helpless and expectant younger brother with the calmest expression possible, "The Puppet Palace has been seized by your third brother. You can go home now." After a pause, he added, "Or you can stay at Hua Shan's side."

Mo Zhi was stunned, he keenly felt the meaning behind Xue Yi's words: "Where are you and Big Bro?"

Tears of Blood's eyes dimmed a little, and then a smile appeared on his face. "We probably still have some things to do." Years of camouflage. Even Mo Zhiqiang, who was staring at him, couldn't catch the fleeting loneliness in his eyes.

Mo Zhi asked, "What's the matter?"

Xue Yi shook her head, looking indifferent: "Don't ask anymore, just listen to what I have to say. I'm leaving. For the next five years, regardless of the reason, do not compete with the martial arts world. The past five years would definitely not be peaceful. As long as you have their protection, you will be able to protect yourself. I won't force you to return to the Puppet Palace, but your third brother might not be able to support the entire Puppet Palace himself.

Mo Zhi abruptly interrupted him, "Second brother! What do you mean? What are you and your big brother going to do? " Fear could be seen in her eyes as she vaguely guessed the meaning of tears and blood.

"Small cough." Tears of Blood's voice became heavier, looking straight into his eyes, "Do you still remember what our mother told us after father left?"

Mo Zhike looked at him in a daze, momentarily forgetting to reply.

Tears and Blood said slowly, word for word, "Child, live well. Don't think about revenge. Revenge, your big brother and second brother are here. Brother as a father, let him bear the consequences, do not interfere. Your peace and quiet is Father and Mother's greatest hope. "

Mo Zhike bit her lips and whispered, "But …"

Tears of Blood grabbed onto his shoulder, his expression exceptionally solemn, "The Puppet Palace's Palace Master Ming Yin is surnamed Ren, and Mo was so in the past, and so in the future. Little Cough, what I meant was what big brother meant. Brother, I hope you can understand our difficulties. We cannot go back to the Puppet Palace, but we will protect the Puppet Palace in our own way, our grandfather, father, and those other places that our uncles have lived in until the very end without abandoning us and using their own lives to protect us. "Even if second brother begs you, let's go home."