Back Off, Let Me Come

Although he unexpectedly saw this unpleasant brother on this night, looking at the situation, it was probably the other person who saved him. Gong Xiqiu tried to open his mouth, but such a simple movement made him so anxious that he almost sweated, and his lips still couldn't move at all.

I don’t know how long it took.

It seems very long, yet it seems very short.

The elder brother, who was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, exhaled a breath and released his prayer gesture. His brows and eyes were full of visible fatigue, as if he had been drained of energy by something. The moment he stood up, the gorgeous robes of the god-rewarding priests wrapped around him melted away.

Revealing a Confucian shirt stained with blood and scratches.

He raised his hand to test Gongxi Qiu's carotid artery.

When he touched the fresh and soft young skin, a strong beating full of life came from under his fingertips, sweeping away the fatigue just now. He seemed to be crying but not crying. He held Gong Xiqiu's head in his arms and buried it in his arms, choking: 【Ah Nian...】

Gong Xiqiu could smell the blood and sweat in the other person's arms, as well as the salty liquid dripping from his cheeks and slipping into the corner of his mouth.

His mind was a little confused.

It turns out that my brother loves me so much. Then why did I think my eyes were not eyes and my nose was not a nose before?

Followed by the body hanging in the air.

At that time, he had not yet grown up, and his adult brother could easily pick him up. There were sounds of enemies in the distance.

The entire clan is full of enemies.

The elder brother was in a daze, but he managed to save his life but lost a lot of blood. He was hiding everywhere. With his familiarity with the tribe and some tricks, he was lucky enough not to be exposed. Until they passed a square, which is where the tribe holds bonfire gatherings on important days. Weddings and funerals are basically arranged here. At this time, it was completely soaked in blood, and the corpses were piled up in a mess.

There are several pottery urns on the site.

A red charcoal fire burned under the pottery jar.

The soup is boiling in the pottery urn.

Crying, screaming, moaning, begging.

It was supposed to be a place full of laughter and laughter, but at this moment it was so bloody that it was like the coming of hell. Gong Xiqiu looked at this scene, his eyes were in severe pain, and his head felt like it was going to explode. It's a pity that he couldn't shout out, not even a single syllable.

All the pain turned into a mad beast, rampaging, biting and roaring in his mind, unable to find an outlet.

Why!

Why can't he move!

Why can't he get out!

Why let him see this!

"I'm going to kill you!"

“Ahhhhh——”

The reality only passed in a blink of an eye, but Gong Xiqiu felt that he had endured it for more than ten years. The seeds of hatred that sprouted from the night of the genocide did not dissipate without a trace because he lost his memory. Instead, he chewed on the hatred that could not be resolved in a corner that he did not know, absorbing the hatred and growing into a towering tree. This power instantly broke through the restraints imposed on him, and his eyes turned scarlet.

The hatred was finally vented in this vent.

Tang Guo looked at Gong Xiqiu's sudden burst of momentum. Even from such a long distance, he could still feel the burning sensation that made his skin slightly painful. The martial armor transformed from substance into a viscous flame, and drops of blood seeped out from under the skin.

he……

Feeling threatened by death.

no!

This guy must be killed as soon as possible!

But before Tang Guo could take action, one of the reinforcements who came from the foot of the mountain came slightly closer and suddenly let out a shrill scream. He turned his head and looked over, only to see that his confidant who had followed him in the wars for many years was instantly turned into human skin and withered bones.

The human skin was so old that it had lost its luster.

this--

Tang Guo suddenly thought of something and retreated suddenly, ordering others to stay away and keep their distance. Gong Xiqiu is using the secret method of the Gongxi clan to fight him desperately! This method had been seen by other warriors of the Gongxi clan back then.

This secret method is tricky and tricky.

It is said that it is easy to deal with.

Because once it is actually activated, the ability to move flexibly will be lost. When the target's lifespan is exhausted, Tang Guo will die without having to take action. Sure enough, with Gong Xiqiu as the center, the vitality of the vegetation and creatures was drained away at an incredible speed.

"Back off again!"

Tang Guo ordered again.

call out! A wooden arrow appeared out of nowhere, streaking down the air and piercing Gong Xiqiu's chest.

Outsiders didn't understand what happened, but Gong Xiqiu clearly felt that the burning martial energy in his body was instantly solidified, and the bone-chilling chill made him shiver. Not only did the scarlet eyes regain their clarity, but they also suffered a little backlash.

"Who did it?"

He clutched his chest and wanted to greet his ancestors.

"Gong Xi Feng'en, are you just squandering your life like this?" In the mid-air, a figure that no one expected appeared. The most trusted confidant of King She! At this time, he was wearing a priest's toga with strangely ornate patterns and holding a wooden staff.

Half of the wooden staff was entangled with vines shaped like pythons.

only--

This man's face was as green as the vines.

Tang Guo's face was as black as the mud in the stinky ditch. He recognized this outfit. He had seen it on a stooped and gray-haired Gongxi tribesman back then. It was this old immortal thing that caused him great harm.

Gong Xiqiu clutched his chest and was so angry that he almost fainted.

His memory had been completely restored, and he didn't know whether to be grateful for his brother's life-saving grace or to be angry at him for interrupting him and calling himself "Feng En", a disgusting and shameful title. Gong Xiqiu took a deep breath, pointed at Tang Guo and spoke.

"Brother, if you want your surname to be Gongxi and you are still a member of the Gongxi tribe, join hands with me today to screw this old guy's head!"

As long as the other party is willing to agree.

You will be sure of yourself.

The ability of the high priest is different from that of Wen Xin Wu Tang known to the world. The latter absorbs the energy of heaven and earth and uses it for his own use, but the former stems from the belief in the gods enshrined by the clan. The high priest is the favored spokesperson of the gods, and his strength has always been impressive.

Although I don’t know why my brother, as the high priest, was absent from the clan and allowed the old priest to take up the post with tears in his eyes, but he was the high priest. Together, the two brothers can definitely skin and bones everyone including Tang Guo, leaving no one alive!

Unexpectedly, the elder brother just raised his hand to set up a trap.

His face moved closer to the brown color of the main body of the wooden staff, and he looked at Gong Xiqiu as if he was ready to settle accounts after the fall.

"gem."

Gong Xiqiu was puzzled: "What?"

He said angrily: "My name is Can, Jimo Can!"

Gong Xiqiu is still puzzled.

However, I finally found out my brother’s real name, which was an ice-breaking development!

ah--

No, wait—

Gong Xiqiu had already memorized the genealogy by heart. The family members had passed it down for many years, and few had the same name. There seems to be only one person with the name "Can" in his memory, the partner next to his old mother's name, the previous high priest - it seems to be Jimo Can.

Gongxi Qiu was struck by lightning.

The brother he thought was actually my ex-husband?

Jimo Can's face turned black: "I am your father!"

Gong Xiqiu: "..."

He couldn't figure out the relationship for a while.

He wanted to ask again, but the ground beneath his feet was shaking. Tang Guo used brute force to clear the way and break through the trapped formation. He was wrapped tightly in armor from head to toe. He held a long ax in his hand and made deep footsteps step by step. The gravel and stones on the ground could not withstand the pressure and shattered into powder.

Jimo Can glanced over coldly.

Gong Xiqiu: "Let's not talk about this for now, the enemy is more important."

Jimo Can snorted coldly: "Step back."

Gong Xiqiu suddenly opened his eyes: "How can this be done?"

"I gave you a chance, but you failed!"

Gong Xiqiu: "...Am I useless?"

Jimo Can frowned impatiently: "You are in the way."

Gong Xiqiu: "..."

But he saw the wooden stick in Jimo Can's hand turning in a circle in his hand, raising his hand and pointing at Tang Guo, looking at him with cold eyes: "My clan has wasted its heroic souls in vain and has longed for your flesh and blood for a long time. I know what blood debt and blood are." Pay? Go to Quantai—"

"Everyone in the clan, listen to my orders!"

After the words fell, Gong Xiqiu's feet were filled with red blood.

Familiar figures crawled out of the pool of blood, but they were no longer alive. Their clothes were stained with blood, and their breath was not as full of life as before. They were lifeless and full of resentment. He was slightly flustered and glanced around, seeing a mole on the forehead of the leading young man.

"uncle!"

he blurted out.

But his uncle ignored him.

At this time, Jimo's bright voice came from above his head again.

Low and vicious, like the whispers of ghosts and gods.

"Leave no one alive!"

An elder of the clan who was very familiar to Gong Xiqiu was now like a puppet who had lost his mind and only knew about killing. He followed Jimo Can's order and bared his scarlet fangs at Tang Guo. This scene is extremely unfamiliar to Gong Xiqiu.

Even a little cold.

"You—actually desecrated the dead?"

This kind of strange method is not uncommon in the mainland, but it is mostly the souls of soldiers who died fighting at the border and voluntarily guarded the border. When the national border barrier is in trouble, they will do their best to protect the security of the country. But this is not the case with these tribesmen!

Jimo Can said indifferently: "They are fighting for you."

Gong Xiqiu was startled.

Jimo Can: "Keeping you alive is their obsession."

Every time a tribesman dies, the high priest will hold a requiem ceremony, burn the remains, and guide the souls of the tribesmen to return to the embrace of the gods. Every time such a ceremony is held, the tribesmen smile. To them, this is not death but a new beginning.

And these tribesmen who died on the night of genocide...

He didn't undergo the requiem... Gong Xiqiu didn't understand either.

Jimo Can laughed at himself: "I can't order them. Their dying obsession is always by your side."