The leader is crazy again [Through the book]

In Mo Daosang's eyes, there was rarely a trace of confusion, but it quickly changed back to a ruthless look.

Wen Qionghua's heart that decided not to act recklessly after being hurt last time also felt pain. He clearly said that he would protect him all the time, so how could he be blamed? When they first met, this person was so gentle and unrestrained , He has such an ambition to hold the world in his heart, who would have thought that he would become so embarrassed one day, seeing how frightened he looks, he may not even remember that he has the martial arts to rule the world.

Before he came, he did some research. This man had been here for nearly seven days, but he didn't dare to leave a step and didn't dare to make a sound.

He really should have come right away, why bother to make him wait so long because of the rules on the surface, at worst he would be sent to the punishment hall.

It won't really hurt more than it does now.

He thought that that night many years ago was enough for him to despair, but he was still too young.

Wen Qionghua took out a paper bag from his arms, and when he opened it, there was a burst of aroma. He handed it over gently, trying to slow down his tone, and said: "Junhui, be hungry, here is your favorite meat Bao, it’s still hot, eat it quickly.”

Mo Daosang is not pretending now, his thirst for food even made him lose control for a moment, especially the buns are as big as his fist, they must be delicious when they look soft and fragrant, and then he kept The frenzied mind on the face quickly calmed down, and with the fastest movement, he snatched the oil-paper bag and shrank it in the corner of the chair. After taking a bite, he looked at Wen Qionghua warily while chewing.

Wen Qionghua's gentle face finally distorted for a moment because of the pain, but she was afraid of scaring Mo Daosang at this time, so she pressed it back abruptly, not to mention how stiff the expression on her face was.

But Mo Daosang still thought he was pretty when he was eating the steamed stuffed bun.

"Junhui, don't be afraid, I won't hurt you." When Wen Qionghua said this, the person was slowly approaching.

Mo Daosang had eaten most of the steamed stuffed bun, and his acting strength had increased a lot. As he approached, his face became more and more fierce, but he didn't make a sound from the beginning to the end.

Wen Qionghua stopped when he reached a distance that Mo Daosang couldn't bear for the time being, and then slowly stretched out his hand: "Junhui."

The hand got closer and closer, and the atmosphere suddenly became almost stagnant. Mo Daosang just stared at that hand, and he didn't even bite the bun anymore.

However, when that hand finally touched the veins on Mo Daosang's neck, his resistance suddenly withdrew, his face was full of panic and he did not dare to move, his body trembled endlessly.

He trembled so that Wen Qionghua trembled too, and finally Wen Qionghua couldn't wait any longer, and directly hugged this person in this inconvenient position into his arms.

Fingers ran through his hair, touching his scalp to soothe him.

Little Yanzi admired the lower limit of his host, but he kept his mouth shut so as not to disturb the performance of the host's acting skills.

Mo Daosang didn't care what his own small system was thinking. After all, in his opinion, all he did was to let the Zuo Shi, who had died of his heart and only knew about atonement, slowly regain his feelings and experience some ups and downs. To come back to life, it would be easier for him to survive only if he had strong enough thoughts and was transferred out by Lin Wentian.

Only then can he help him. Mo Daosang said that he is really a very conscientious person who saves others and saves himself.

It is true that although Wen Qionghua has always been able to handle things without any confusion, but he is indeed dead, and it is also because of the dead heart, so no matter what happens, he can put aside distracting thoughts and think, so that he will never make mistakes.

Even death would have no effect on him, once Mo Daosang was gone, he wouldn't even struggle.

Mo Daosang thought that Wen Qionghua in the original book probably died in this way.

The only thing that could touch him a little bit was Mo Daosang. For example, if Mo Daosang died, he would probably get used to thinking for a while, and then he would kill himself peacefully.

So simple stimulation is not enough, you need to wake him up and hit him again, and finally comfort him and let him regret it, so that he can really regain the feeling of being alive.

For example, the last time, Mo Daosang recovered as he hoped, or last time, he thought he could stay together but was injured after being teased, and this time, Mo Daosang went crazy.

Mo Daosang understands the principle of giving some sweets in a timely manner. Although he is not used to cuddling with men, he is mentally prepared for this kind of book even if he really wants to do it.

After all, he was not particularly disgusted and even curious about this kind of behavior. The unscrupulous Modausang said that there was no pressure at all, so his trembling gradually calmed down, and then he raised his head timidly, looking After glancing at this person, he quickly retracted.

It's just that Mo Daosang probably forgot his current honor. Although I feel sorry for him, few people can look into those scarlet eyes.

Fortunately, Wen Qionghua was born with strong concentration, so she didn't change her face, she just relaxed the strength of holding him and said: "Junhui, are you hungry?"

Mo Daosang's stomach, which was so hungry that he was almost unconscious, was awakened by half of the steamed stuffed bun just now. At this moment, it rang in time, so he became even more quiet.

Wen Qionghua said: "Want to follow me? I'll take Junhui to eat." He guessed from this place what kind of stimulation Mo Daosang was receiving, so he wanted him to leave even more.

It's just that he didn't expect that he would not be affected back then, but after he had recovered a little bit after practicing the magic kung fu, he became like this because of that incident.

Yes, after all, the saddest person has always been this poor man.

"Blood." The hoarse voice seemed to be unaccustomed to speaking, and the voice could not be stabilized.

"Are you, Ling Yi's father?" As if forcing himself to speak, Mo Daosang's body couldn't help convulsing every time he said a word, "I'm sorry, take, take him away, take him away, Take him away, I'm sorry, I, I didn't mean it, I, I didn't want to, I, I feel bad, my head hurts, and I'm noisy." At the end, he was almost muttering to himself incoherently.

Wen Qionghua then understood, probably the hall that Mo Daosang can see now is still the scene 11 years ago, when he was only a twelve-year-old boy, staying with the hell he created For a full seven days, it makes sense to be too afraid of acting like this.

In the end, the young man who was still upright in the face of all kinds of ravages by the magic arts turned into such a frightened bird.

Wen Qionghua picked him up forcefully, only to realize that the weight in his hand was not as heavy as it seemed, as if it would float away if he was not careful, he couldn't help tightening his hands again, coaxing patiently: "Junhui is not afraid, let's go out .”

At this time, Mo Daosang finally expressed his first wish after seeing him. Although his tone was so confused and his body began to tremble again, the meaning inside was undeniable. He said, "I won't go."

Because it was his own sin, he didn't allow himself to avoid it, the hall was full of blood, and the terrible broken limbs and arms, he just looked at it every day, maybe only this kind of torture would make him feel better.

"Take Lingyi and go." The last sentence was like a candle blowing in the wind, it would be completely extinguished if you didn't pay attention.

Wen Qionghua didn't know that he could still cry, when the tears hit the veined neck of the man in front of him and Mo Daosang began to struggle as if he had been scalded, he raised his hand to touch the corner of his eyes.

A piece of moist.

Although he blamed himself, he blamed him all the time, why he gave up so easily, but forgot that he couldn't help himself.

What this person is thinking about, even after ten years, is still only one thing, no matter what, send him away.

So the memory went back to the front of the mountain a long time ago, the boy who was not used to wearing black clothes complained to him that the clothes were ugly while offering treasures to him.

"Lingyi, I feel like I'm about to make a breakthrough. The old guy promised me that as long as I have completed the third level, I can enter the medicine house. Don't worry, I will definitely take out the antidote this time, and then you can leave this place." What a hell place."

What did he say at the time, like, I will be with you, always.

It's really ironic, it's obviously because she was given medicine that Jun Hui started to practice that magic skill.

But he put on such a beautiful shackle for himself out of morality.

Mo Daosang put his arms around him with a relaxed expression: "Lingyi, don't worry, the old guy is not in good health, and he probably won't live well for a few years. When I take the throne, I will go to you." Seeing that he should Don't worry, he said, "But you still have a mission to leave. You have to find your own home before I ascend the throne. You also know that my home was wiped out by that old guy, so I can't take you in anymore." , when the time comes, you can’t find a home and we have nowhere to go,” he scratched his hair irritably as if he was entangled in a troublesome place, “Forget it, let’s go down the mountain with something, although I don’t want to take the things here at all.” Anything, but Ling Yi, you are responsible for food and use, I keep these things and give us money to save our lives in the future."

In the future, what a beautiful word, he actually took it seriously.

The person in his arms struggled harder and harder, even though that movement would only make him feel almost suffocated, he didn't care at all.

Wen Qionghua couldn't take it anymore, and slashed the side of his neck, knocking him unconscious.

He couldn't help wondering whether Junhui had been plagued by such terrible memories these days when he recovered, so he couldn't help but think of the first night after he left the customs this time, when he knocked himself out and fell asleep on him people.

At that time, what was he thinking.

Footsteps gradually spread in the empty hall, and the broken night pearls cast a dark light on the gilt dragon wall behind him.

They couldn't see each other clearly.

Looking out, it was pitch black as far as the eyes could see, and it was impossible to tell the direction of coming.

The wind came swiftly from the darkness and passed through the hair.