Note Orphans Forced Heartthrob [Transmigration Book]

From a man's point of view, Muchi looked very wrong.

Covered in white mist, the dense water vapor softened Muchi's facial features. After the past indifference faded away, only a little blush remained on his cheeks. His slender hands tightly grabbed the corner of the man's black clothes, and looked at him with red eyes. , The chest also rises and falls with the breath.

The man frowned, what's going on with this young man, staring at him made his scalp tense.

"What's the matter with you? Weren't you quite capable just now? Are you dumb now?"

As he spoke, he roughly pulled Mu Chi's hand that was pulling him, but Mu Chi was still unconscious at the moment, and he had no strength at all, suddenly lost his support, and was about to fall into the hot spring on his back.

Feeling the weightlessness, Mu Chi subconsciously stretched out his hand, failed to reach the corner of the opponent's clothes, but grabbed his waist-length hair.

man:! ! !

This surprise attack came unexpectedly, the pain on his face could be seen through Yi Rong, accompanied by the roar of pain, Mu Chi tugged at him for a long time with this hair.

It's a pity, after all, it still fell into the hot spring.

Along with some innocent man.

Coincidentally, Muchi's reshaped body was riddled with holes and hard to heal from the sword qi, and his resistance to external objects was not even as good as that of ordinary people. Yue Linsha, who had limited psychedelic effects, was here with him It turned out to be several times the effect.

And the man was also seriously injured, and it took a lot of effort to move, so that the two peerless bosses were like mortals at the moment, you pulled me and I dragged you, and it was unsightly to be two drowned chickens with the same fate.

But both of them have bad tempers in the same strain. The man has a cheap mouth and turns his head to spray without saying a word, while Mu Chi was choked by the hot spring water, and his sanity has recovered a little. Just punched it.

The other party was naturally not to be outdone, and the two of them came and went like this, wrestling with each other with all their strength, consuming a little of the effectiveness of that moon sand.

But no matter how you say it is also a priceless treasure, it cannot be easily consumed in a mere melee fight, and I don't know how the two of them fought. After beating each other with hundreds of moves, the man touched Muchi waist.

The curtain had softened at that time.

Under the moonlight, two people with the same outstanding appearance had messy clothes and were entangled with each other.

The man was pressing on Mu Chi and was beating vigorously, but he couldn't stop him for a while, and hit him a few more times, only to find that the other party seemed to be listless, and he didn't fight back for a long time.

This kind of feeling is actually very uncomfortable, like two teenagers who were in the second grade together when they were young, and suddenly one of them said: You are too naive, I will not play with you anymore.

Now he just felt that he couldn't catch his breath, so he couldn't help but take a look at Mu Chi. When he saw it, the alarm bell sounded immediately, and his raised fist trembled violently.

I saw Mu Chi's face was ruddy, his expression was cold and confused, his narrow and beautiful eyes were glistening with tears, and their sockets were red.

"Oh no, I'll hit you twice, don't cry."

He was obviously flustered, he raised his fist and didn't raise it, he didn't let it go, he patted Mu Chi's arm tentatively.

It was fine if he didn't touch it, but when he touched it, the tears that could not be shed fell straight down.

"Shut up and don't touch me."

Mu Chi's tone was as cold and stern as possible, but his voice was still trembling uncontrollably, physical tears covered his vision, and the person in front of him gradually overlapped with the figure in his memory, almost breaking down his decades-long depression. line of defense.

The medicine was so strong that he felt that the skin all over his body was extremely sensitive, and he couldn't stop trembling when he touched it.

And the person who induced him to attack is still full of confusion at this moment, with a look of why are you so fragile, it makes Mu Chi only wish he didn't have a weapon at hand, so he couldn't stab this person right through.

But no matter how big that man is, he also noticed the abnormality at this moment.

The fight between these two people was more fierce than the other. They fought from one end of the spring to the other, and their clothes were completely wet.

With this wetness, some reactions can't be concealed.

"You...have been drugged?"

Muchi didn't answer.

He seemed stupid, he just looked straight at the man's face, as if he wanted to see a flower.

His hands are too dark, and he only picks and beats people on the face. At this moment, even a piece of the opponent's disguise is smashed off by him, and the exposed jaw line is extremely beautiful.

Mu Chi reached out and caressed his cheek obsessively, with a miserable expression and mournful eyes.

"Brother..."

The man's pupils shrank suddenly, and the next moment, Mu Chi hooked his neck and kissed him straight up.

……

Half a quarter of an hour later, the man looked at the figure lying on the ground with a complicated expression.

He didn't come to grab a sword, but for no reason, he got into a fight like someone or a local ruffian.

Thinking of that kiss, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he really wanted to pry open Kaichi's skull to see what kind of bean curd was inside.

At that time, before he had time to get angry, Mu Chi reacted first, Ba-Diao ruthlessly pushed him away, and then gave himself a slap in the face.

Apart from his stupid junior brother, this was the first time he saw such a lunatic.

I don't know how much spiritual power was used in that palm. For a moment, he even thought that Mu Chi had been slapped to death by himself. Blood gushed out from his mouth, staining a large area of ​​vegetation and spring water, and then he fell down neatly on the ground. on the ground.

The soft touch remained on the lips, lingering, the man recalled what he felt at that moment just now, his eyes were deep.

"My junior brother is not like you."

After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly spoke in a low voice, using the original voice, the clearer it sounds the better.

The first rays of sunlight in the morning fell on the man's cheeks, and the yellow-white disguise disintegrated and melted at a speed visible to the naked eye, revealing an unparalleled handsome profile.

He lowered his eyes, unable to see his face clearly under the backlight.

"He is a very poor man."

After finishing the words, the man took a deep look at Mu Chi, and the corner of his mouth raised coldly.

Poor...and hateful.