Chapter 479 479: The truth (Part 1) [Please vote]
Gong Xiqiu stared at this scene in a daze.
The scenery in front of me blurred as my eyes filled with tears.
"Always...they have always been by my side?"
His voice was trembling and choked.
"How could it be...I don't even know..."
If he knew, he would have made sure to live a better life for himself in the past few years, practice harder, and live a happier life, instead of forcing himself to do what he couldn't do. Happy things. Although Gong Xiqiu has indulged in fun these years, he is not happy.
I don’t know how disappointed it would be for my elders to see that I am addicted to hatred and cannot be relieved, and my appearance is beyond recognition. He was once the future warrior of the Gongxi tribe whom they had high hopes for, and he was the treasure of the tribe that all the elders would feed him snacks when they saw him.
“You?”
Jimo Can’s voice was a bit sarcastic.
"There are still many things you don't know..."
For example, Gong Xichou doesn't know what he will lose if he chooses revenge, nor does he know how many people's expectations and contributions his little life bears. . The moment he knew it, all the pain could only be digested and chewed by himself.
No one is watching him or accompanying him in secret anymore.
But, he has no right to stop him from taking revenge.
This is Gong Xiqiu’s wish, why isn’t it his own? I had secretly taken care of him for many years, and helped avenge the Gongxi clan, which could be regarded as making up for the absence of more than twenty years. In the days to come, he can only go on his own.
The young eagle will one day leave the wings of its parents.
What's more -
What kind of young eagle is he at his current age?
"Tell you, what can you bear?" Jimo Can looked at Gong Xiqiu indifferently. The latter looked like a puppy that had been wronged outside, pitiful and eager to get in. Confidence in the arms of those closest to you...
This look...
Jimo Can was somewhat disgusted.
This child is somewhat not very smart, just as his mother-in-law and uncle complained. The eight-foot-tall man who weighs more than 100 pounds is not as smart and alert as his mother-in-law, nor is he as full of crooked thoughts as his uncle. He can only express his thoughts on his face.
Being straightforward in doing things, I thought I was so scheming. If I hadn’t wiped my own butt, would I still have wanted to deceive Tang Guo?
"Then you should tell me!"
Gong Xiqiu gets angry whenever he mentions this.
With red eyes, he vented the long-standing negative emotions. They had met for a year or two, not just a day or two. This guy always regarded himself as a member of his tribe and never told himself about their relationship. Let his thoughts run wild. I can’t believe this was unintentional!
“What else are you hiding from me?” Before Gong Xiqiu decided to find out the whole story, he didn’t believe a word he said!
My uncle is right, literati and scribes are all evil-minded. Nine out of ten sentences they say are false, and the remaining one will make you guess. If you guess wrong, you are not smart enough.
How can there be such a father in this world?
Jimo Can's high priest's attire rustled in the strong wind. The sand and dust raised by the fierce battle between the heroic spirits of the tribe and Tang Guo blocked the light and outlined a shadow on his face. The two were not far apart, but Gong Xiqiu couldn't see the expression on the other's face clearly.
There was a vague uneasiness in my heart.
"You...you are talking..."
He didn't say anything, and he was a little panicked.
Are you really angry? I just feel resentful about being deceived for many years, so why not get angry? He hasn't even gone to my mother's grave to accuse this person of being heartless! gas!
Jimo Can didn't answer, just showed his usual sarcastic sneer. His eyes fell on Tang Guo who was still gaining the upper hand despite being besieged. He raised his wooden staff and pointed at it, saying: "You, as long as you can get it now, I’ll tell you about his head.”
Gong Xiqiu stared at Tang Guo with red eyes.
Shouted: "Okay! A gentleman's word——"
Jimo's thin lips moved lightly.
“It’s hard to chase a horse!”
With the guarantee, Gong Xiqiu regrouped like a chicken. He raised his hand and transformed into a double crescent snake-shaped halberd, and the full armor possessed him again. Although he was suffering from internal injuries, he still retained 70% to 80% of his strength. No matter what, we must win Tang Guo today.
"Uncle, I'm here to help you!"
"The traitor——"
Seeing Gong Xiqiu approaching with a halberd, Tang Guo, who didn't look serious at first, was heartbroken. Old blood. When Gong Xiqiu was captured alone, he broke several of his ribs but couldn't dig out a word. Tang Guo felt deeply that this barbarian had backbone, so he sent him on his way happily, and died by tearing out his heart and bones. He died in such a way that he could not die anymore.
Who knew we would see him again many years later.
He was so lively that he almost thought that the other party was Gong Xiqiu's twin brother. The most subtle thing is that he also forgot a key part of his memory. Tang Guo originally wanted to eradicate the root cause to avoid future troubles, but after consulting the secret scriptures of the Gongxi clan, he realized that Gongxi Qiu was alive only because of the mysterious methods of this clan. A kind of cherishing was far better than Wu Guo's evil. baby!
If this secret could be dug out and then mass-produced... The Gu insects of the Wu Kingdom, coupled with the treasure in Gong Xiqiu's body, would be able to continuously produce batch after batch of unafraid, death-defying, without spending much energy and financial resources. A courageous warrior who cannot die.
With such elites in hand——
Not to mention sweeping across the entire northwest of the continent.
What’s so difficult about unifying the country’s thousands of miles of land?
So, he adopted Gong Xiqiu as his adopted son.
This adopted son is extremely talented, smart and obedient. On the other hand, all his own children are playboys. If it weren't for his life experience, I would really treat him as my own. As an heir, it is also an excellent choice to inherit the mantle...
However, as Gong Xiqiu became more and more outstanding and behaved strangely, Tang Guo became more wary day by day. Occasionally, he would dream about it at midnight, and he would secretly worry about it. This kid will bite back. But how does this worry compare with his greed and ambition to unify the continent?
Tang Guo chose gambling!
The fact is that he lost completely.
He was still troubled by raising tigers. The tiger cub he raised by himself finally couldn't help but show his sharp fangs at him, with undisguised bloodlust in his eyes. Once this person bites him in the vital part of the throat and neck, he will not let go and must be dragged until he dies.
This situation, this scene——
Tang Guo was frightened and furious.
"Okay! Just in time!" He shouted loudly, his already rough muscles swelled even more, his blood vessels swelled, and every inch of his texture contained destructive power. He said, "I will be here today. May your family be truly reunited on the road to Huangquan!”
“You are so impudent!”
Seeing Tang Guo smashing a heroic spirit with his palm, Gongxi’s eyes were scarlet with hatred, and he raised his palm with force. Confront each other head-on.
Two powerful streams of martial energy exploded in mid-air.
The flying sand and gravel cover the sky and the sun.
The dense pine and cypress forests on the distant hills were also blown down, and some were even uprooted. Gong Xiqiu was shocked and fell back again and again, until his back touched a broad but cold palm. He stabilized his body and subconsciously turned his head to look.
What strikes the eye is an extremely familiar silhouette.
When I was little, I used to play with picking the moles on each other’s foreheads. "Uncle..."
The heroic spirits are just the obsessions of the dying people, not the living beings. Their existence is similar to the soldiers transformed by the courageous warriors with martial energy. They are neither human nor ghosts, irrational, and their actions are all based on their obsessions during life. 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 at this time is definitely far better than that of his uncle back then. Firstly, he is highly talented, and secondly, his uncle has not yet lived to his age! How can you have the nerve to say to him, "You are still so weak"? But in the next sentence, Gong Xiqiu didn't hold back.
"Come, don't be afraid when you come behind uncle."
Although the strength of these heroic spirits is far less than what they were in life, they are better in number, they are from the same bloodline, and they cooperate very well.
Gong Xiqiu also joined in, and the original anxious situation gradually tilted. Martial energy bombards, and the energy of heaven and earth is disordered.
The surrounding peaks were destroyed beyond recognition.
Gradually, Gong Xiqiu discovered something was wrong.
Not only did he discover it, Tang Guo also realized it.
No matter how he attacks and destroys, these heroic spirits will return to their original state after a short rest, without pain, fatigue, or consumption. In addition, Gong Xiqiu is watching eagerly from one side, and he will be distracted for a moment. There will be many scars.
On the other hand, Gong Xiqiu was protected by his tribe?
Still intact!
His attacks on Gong Xiqiu would be blocked by the heroic spirits who came out of nowhere. It was a completely lifeless attack.
No——
These things are inherently lifeless.
Wait - he ignored someone! Tang Guo realized that the Pig King’s henchman had not taken action since he appeared!
Is this guy really sitting on a mountain watching tigers fight?
No, it’s not that he didn’t take action!
Tang Guo looked at Jimo Can with a joking look on his face, and his eyes were about to burst. The latter was holding the strange wooden staff, and his whole body was surrounded by aura condensed from mysterious words. The text flashed once, and no matter how much damage the heroic spirit received, it would return to its original state, and the elites he brought with him would be slaughtered. If this situation continues, the situation will be extremely unfavorable to him. Did he really fall into this ditch?
Tang Guo's expression was dark and unpredictable, his desire for survival was already brewing in his chest, and his counterattack became more powerful. Repeling the heroic spirits in front of him, he grabbed hold of the void and transformed into a long bow. Open your bow and shoot, thousands of feathered arrows will beat the shooting stars. The attack range covers half of the mountain.
"Well done!" Gong Xiqiu shouted, as if he was ready to reciprocate, which just played into Tang Guo's hands.
Gongxi's archery skills were handed over to him step by step. No matter how talented the latter was, he still lacked some firepower and experience. Based on Tang Guo's understanding of this adopted son, the latter would definitely fight back with the same archery skills. He was ready to retreat with a feint.
If you continue to entangle, you will definitely die.
But——
He didn’t realize that Gongxi Qiu was not alone at this time, nor did he realize that the Gongxi clan’s defense of their shortcomings was completely unreasonable!
Without any communication, the heroic spirits made a mistake and each came to the position, formed a shield formation, and faced the attack head-on. Gong Xiqiu took advantage of the gap where he could not follow up, and suddenly appeared on his back, his halberd heading straight for his vital point.
After all, Tang Guo is a veteran who has experienced many battles.
Faced with this crisis, he made a decisive decision and traded his injuries for his life.
Escape!
Be prepared to run away at the risk of being injured again.
However, there was someone who was faster and more accurate than him!
“Do you think you can escape?”
The person who spoke was not Gong Xiqiu.
It’s Jimo Can!
“The priests of the Gongxi tribe are experts at playing Gu!”
Tang Guo realized what he was trying to do to mobilize his martial energy, but found that the martial energy that used to be like arms and fingers became stagnant. He was holding the wound stabbed by Gong Xiqiu, his eyes were about to burst. He also wanted to mobilize his martial energy to suppress it and slow down the influence of the weird Gu insects on him.
With little success.
"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 north and south for many years, but I didn't expect that I would fall into such despicable methods and win without force!"
Jimo Can mocked: "Soldiers, It’s a trick.”
“Do you think the Gu insect is on Gongxi Qiu’s weapon?”
Jimo Can didn't learn much about Gu insects, but it was more than enough to trick an unsuspecting layman.
Gong Xiqiu stopped and looked at his halberd.
“When did you move your hands and feet?”
I didn’t even notice it at all.
Jimo Can glanced coldly at Silly Baitian's son. This child's brain was as pitiful as Tang Guo's: "When did I say anything about you? Don't forget, you elders in the clan Because of you, you are willing to cooperate with me temporarily. I will naturally cooperate with all my actions. Compared with you, I am obviously more stable and reliable. "
Gong Xiqiu: "..."
Jimo Can chuckled: "The wounds you left are all the wounds left by the rest of the tribe. I only knew you were useless, but I didn't know you were so useless. Second You still didn't seize the opportunity. Is it so difficult to get the head that was delivered to you?"
Gong Xiqiu: "..."
Jimo Can did not look at the green face of the good boy, but looked at Tang Guo jokingly: "Aren't you very curious about the secret skills of the Gongxi clan's Gu insects? You might as well experience it for yourself. The Gu insects you are entertaining are my years of hard work. . Take it all, don’t waste it.”
Gong Xiqiu asked: “What are the poisonous insects?”
Jimo Can seemed to roll his eyes and asked: "Can it be used for sneak attacks if it is not fatal? I am a literary scholar, how can I confront a warrior head-on? The old man hangs himself, because he thinks he has a long life?"
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There is another chapter in the early morning, which completely ends the plot of A Nian.
The lunch box was hot and stuffed into Jimo Can’s mouth.
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