Rebirth in the End of the World: My Little Godly Man

I don’t know what happened. Everything was fine in the first half of the night, but in the second half, Li Muchen, who had always been in good health, inexplicably developed a fever.

Mo Yanshu heard him shouting that he was cold, and when he touched him he found that his body temperature was frighteningly hot.

damn it……

He said he couldn’t go see Liang Fengyuan…

He got up from the bed, took out a flashlight, shone it with one hand, and searched in Li Muchen's bag with the other hand. He didn't find a box of phenol coffee tablets until he reached the bottom, and hurriedly took some water to feed Li Muchen.

Li Muchen was dizzy from the fever and kept saying something that Mo Yanshu couldn't understand.

Sometimes he said he didn't want to go to the well, sometimes he said someone bullied him and wanted Yanshu to hold him, sometimes he said grandpa, don't hit him, Mo Yanshu was confused.

When the cold compress was gone, Mo Yanshu changed his towel, soaked it in cold water, and wiped his head and neck. When the towel was hot, he rinsed it with cold water.

Mo Yanshu guarded Li Muchen for as long as he was burning.

It was not until the sky turned pale that Li Muchen's fever subsided a little, at least it was no longer scorching hot to the touch.

Mo Yanshu held Li Muchen with one hand and let him lean on him, and he just leaned on the head of the bed and held him all the time. The person in his arms was as warm as a stove, and now he really became a stove baby.

For a moment, he felt a little confused.

Li Muchen was right.

If Liang Fengyuan's problem is not solved, then no matter how many times he comes back to life, their risk will still remain.

In this life, Liang Fengyuan was not only able to influence Li Muchen, but also everyone around him.

In other words, the impact of his bad luck will become stronger as time goes by...

But what Mo Yanshu couldn't understand was why Liang Fengyuan failed to influence him?

Looking at Li Muchen beside him, Mo Yanshu frowned tightly.

It seems like I can't go anywhere today.

"Yanshu..." The person in his arms moved, his voice hoarse.

Mo Yanshu relaxed a little, raised his hand, took a bottle of water from the bedside table, and handed it to Li Muchen's lips.

"Yanshu... I dreamed of many things... When I was a child, I lived in my grandfather's house. There was a well in the backyard. One time, I leaned my head to look down and almost fell in..."

His voice was quiet, and contained some nostalgia.

Mo Yanshu still held him tightly, never letting go, holding the water bottle to his lips, and whispered, "Drink some more water."

Li Muchen moistened his throat and said softly, "Yanshu, I miss my grandfather and the others a little bit."

"Then when you're better, let's leave here and I'll take you to find them?" Mo Yanshu asked softly.

Li Muchen shook his head gently, turned over slightly, hugged Mo Yanshu's waist, and buried his face in his chest: "No need..."

His voice was muffled. Mo Yanshu pulled the quilt down a little bit, and then slowly slid it along his hair: "Don't make yourself depressed."

Li Muchen nodded and said, "Yanshu, I also dreamed about you. I dreamed that you entered a pile of hundreds of zombies..."

Mo Yanshu lowered his eyelids slightly: "It's just a dream."

"But I could only watch from mid-air at the time. I couldn't do anything. I couldn't even rush down to find you..." Li Muchen's voice was slightly hoarse, and he hugged him tighter.

Mo Yanshu was silent for a moment, then paused: "It was all a dream. Look, I am holding you now, and you are holding me, so solid, those were all dreams..."

Li Muchen grabbed the front of his clothes, and Mo Yanshu felt his hands trembling slightly, wondering if they were still burning.

He patted Li Muchen's back gently, saying nothing, over and over again. He didn't know how long it took, until the sound of even breathing came again, and Mo Yanshu felt a little relieved.

What Li Muchen said sounded a bit like something that really happened in previous lives, but Li Muchen didn't say it explicitly, and he didn't know which life it happened in specifically.

Thinking carefully, what exactly is going on with this dream that Li Muchen had, and the dreams he had had before...

In his dream, Li Muchen kept yelling at him to stay alive, but he was clearly alive and well now...

Thinking about it this way, these dream fragments seem to have a deeper meaning.

For some reason, the thing called [Guardian Spell] suddenly appeared in Mo Yanshu's mind.

This is what he saw in his dream before.

Connect your destiny with your loved ones...

Thinking of this, Mo Yanshu narrowed his eyes. This matter might not be as simple as he had thought before.

If there is a protective spell between Li Muchen and him, does it mean that his rebirth is not simply a mercy from God, but perhaps it is man-made...

Thinking of this, Mo Yanshu looked out the window.

The weather was getting colder and it was almost seven o'clock now. The early morning sun shone through the clouds and shone on his body with a soft light.

Mo Yanshu blinked his eyes, feeling a little sour.

Looking at Li Muchen who was sleeping soundly in his arms, Mo Yanshu slowly closed his eyes.

It was unknown how much time had passed until the sunlight outside the window shone on the two of them. The warm light was like a gentle hand caressing him, and Mo Yanshu finally woke up again.

He slowly opened his eyes and was stunned for a moment. Suddenly, he felt the person in his arms move, and he couldn't help but look down.

The moment he lowered his head, Mo Yanshu met Li Muchen's gaze and was stunned for a moment.

Then, Li Muchen said with a smile: "Yanshu, good morning!"

"Well, good morning." Mo Yanshu responded, raised his hand and touched his forehead, feeling his body temperature.

Fortunately, after this night, Li Muchen's body temperature has returned to normal. Mo Yanshu felt relieved. He held him in his arms and asked with a smile, "Are you awake early?"

Li Muchen shook his head, his eyes sparkling: "No, I just woke up not long ago. Where are you going today?"

"Today..." Mo Yanshu pondered for a moment, "I'll rest here today and not go anywhere."

"Hmm?" Li Muchen sat up from the bed when he heard that. "Didn't you say you were going to go out and find a place to research Xiao Liang's case..."

"Let's study on the bed," Mo Yanshu said softly, pressing him down on the bed, rubbing his sore shoulders, and getting off the bed first.

Just as he turned around to go to the bathroom, Li Muchen suddenly jumped up from the bed and hugged Mo Yanshu's neck with both hands from behind.

Mo Yanshu reacted quickly. He turned around and raised his arm immediately. The next second, Li Muchen was hanging on him like an octopus.

The two men faced each other, their breaths intertwined, and Mo Yanshu leaned his forehead forward, and their foreheads touched.

Mo Yanshu said softly, "He's already so noisy just after his fever subsided..."

"I need to stretch my dry body. As the saying goes, dry wood can ignite a raging fire. Thunder from heaven can ignite a raging fire...."

"Are you talking about fever?" Mo Yanshu raised his eyebrows.

"What? I'm sick and I'm clinging to you. Can't I kiss you?" As Li Muchen spoke, he hugged Mo Yanshu's neck even tighter.

"Okay." Mo Yanshu chuckled, then he carried him into the bathroom and closed the door...