"Ayun..." Gu Qingqiao held his hand and patted his face, "I'm so damn, really..."

"Don't!" Mu Xiyuan held him back and said softly, "I'm fine, but I'm just a little bit wounded, I'll be fine in two days. On the contrary, it was you. At that time, the demonic energy was out of your control. I thought that It will be the same as then..."

Gu Qingqiao lowered his head and said, "I was in an illusion back then..."

At that time, as soon as Gu Qingqiao stepped into the illusion, he realized that something was wrong but could not break free. He saw his five-year-old self being beaten by street children, locked in an iron cage by Hu merchants, and sold at the market; he saw his nine-year-old self, bought back by his master, to test medicines and poisons; At the age of seventeen, he killed his uncle's eldest disciple in the Ten Thousand Gu Cave, and was devoured by the Gu King; finally, he saw Mu Xiyuan vomited blood on the high platform and fell at his feet.

The world is so unfair to him!

At that moment, a whisper suddenly sounded in his ear. It was a magic spell, which instantly aroused the reaction of the magic crystal in his body. Demonic energy filled the air, and in front of his eyes suddenly stood full of enemies and people who despised him and tortured him.

He took out his two swords and charged straight at the enemy...

The teardrops from the corners of his eyes were gently wiped away, Gu Qingqiao raised his eyes to look at Mu Xiyuan, and saw that he was struggling to move into the bed, so he hurriedly picked him up and gently placed him on the inside of the bed.

Mu Xiyun hugged Gu Qingqiao's neck: "Come up and accompany me."

Gu Qingqiao took off his shoes and went to bed, turned his body sideways, and gently embraced Mu Xiyun in his arms.

Feeling the slight dampness on her shoulders, Mu Xiyuan said softly, "The world does treat you unfairly, but I believe that the truth will eventually be revealed. We agreed to work together, right?"

Gu Qingqiao raised his eyes and gently covered the slightly pale lips due to blood loss in front of him. This kiss was gentle, but could not express the tenderness and emotion in his heart.

Early the next morning, Gu Qingqiao got up early and checked Mu Xiyuan's wound carefully.

Yesterday, when Xi Yun fainted, the old man immediately gave him a heart protection pill, and then took out the medicine to treat the wound. Gu Qingqiao had tested the medicine and knew that it was a holy product for healing, so he was treated by the old man. At this moment, when he saw that the two deep stab wounds on Mu Xiyun's back had actually formed thin scabs, he immediately felt relieved.

"Morning!" Mu Xiyun woke up with a smile on his face and greeted him with a smile.

Seeing that his cheeks had recovered a little rosy, Gu Qingqiao's mood also improved.

After helping Mu Xiyun get dressed and washed, the old man walked in with a tray just as he was finishing up.

On the plate are two bowls of gruel and two side dishes.

Mu Xiyuan smiled and said, "Why do you bother seniors to make breakfast for us?" Before he could finish his sentence, a doll suddenly rushed in from behind.

"Xiao Xing'er!" Mu Xiyun laughed, "You're out!"

"Yes, yes, Xing'er is out!" The doll smiled happily, suddenly remembered something, and made a face at Mu Xiyun: "Brother, don't shut me up again!"

He still remembered the incident where Mu Xiyun used his spiritual power to trap him yesterday.

"Yesterday, I was too anxious, I was afraid that you would hurt Qingqiao, so I apologize to you!" Mu Xiyun said, and gave a proper salute.

"Oh, no, no, Xing'er knows that brother is a good person and won't bully Xing'er!" The little doll smiled happily and went forward to hug Mu Xiyun's leg.

All three laughed.

Mu Xiyuan bowed to the old man properly again: "I offended a lot yesterday, I wonder if the senior can tell the name taboo?"

The old man laughed loudly and said, "You Moyun Mountain have a lot of etiquette. When Li Yao brought you to Zihuomen back then, he didn't have so many etiquette!"

Mu Xiyuan was shocked and hesitated: "Senior know who I am?"

"I wasn't sure, but yesterday I saw that stinky boy calling your name, and I realized it. Do you remember, when you came to Zihuomen, a senior brother took you to the back hall to play, it was me!"

Chapter 102 Dispelling Gu

"It turned out to be Senior Brother Fenggu!" Mu Xiyun said with a smile.

Fenggu was about the same age as Mu Xiyuan back then, and he was the younger junior brother of Zihuomen Medical Hall. Because his master was obsessed with refining medicine, he voluntarily gave up the position of the sect master, and in the sect was Xianyun Yehe.

Li Yao went to the desert to seek medical treatment for Zheng Gengran, and the one she sought was Fenggu's master.

"Senior Brother Fenggu, this is Zihuomen..." Mu Xiyun was a little hard to say, and in the outer hall, the scene like the Shura Field was still vivid in his mind.

"You must be very strange. As a disciple of Zihuomen, why did I let the corpses of my disciples sit like this, but I didn't restrain them and let them go to the ground for safety."

Mu Xiyun and Gu Qingqiao looked at each other and did not speak.

"You have also seen that what happened in the door back then was so tragic..."

It was fifty years ago, and Zihuomen was still a famous cultivator in the desert, monopolizing an oasis with abundant water. But one day, the sect master with a high level of cultivation went crazy for some reason, and actually slashed and killed the disciples in the sect.

That night was extremely tragic, and none of the ten Zihuomen remained. Under the leadership of an elder, they escaped from the oasis and came to the underground palace left by their ancestors.

The sect who escaped had lingering fears, and assigned the room connected to the secret passage to the boy in the door, always keeping an eye on the outside world, for fear that the sect master would come to the door one day and kill the remaining sects.

A year later, when people finally breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to start a normal life, a mutation suddenly occurred.

This time, more than a dozen sect masters attacked together, and the remaining sect elders tried their best to stop them, fighting endlessly in the hall. Fenggu's master was seriously injured at the time, and he was guarding the gate of the juvenile area with blood all over his body.

Fenggu was away from the underground palace that day because he went out to collect herbs. When he returned, the battle was over. No one in the sect was spared, and the masters in the sect who murdered eventually killed each other and perished together.

"This..." Gu Qingqiao frowned as he listened to Feng Gu's description. The experience of Zihuomen made him feel so familiar.

"After a few days of confusion, I plan to find the truth of the matter." The old man said bitterly with tears in his eyes: "I preserved the corpses with a magic circle to keep them as they were before they were alive to the greatest extent possible, and then one by one Checking out the maddened people, eventually, I found out..."