They always think I'm weak [Transmigration Book]

"Flowing water and falling flowers, this falling flower is ruthless and flowing water has intentions. The young master of the official family is infatuated with the oiran of the brothel. He frantically showed his love and even wanted to spend a lot of money to redeem the oiran. The oiran did not respond to the young master butler nor accepted the young master's ransom. The oiran said that his status was low. , is still a male oiran, just want to play music for the benefactor in the brothel in this life? But the young master butler is still persistent? He does not give up asking the oiran to play the piano for him every day in the brothel, just to let the oiran watch I realized my sincerity. Not long after, something happened to the brothel."

The man who told the story paused for a while while talking deliberately showing off. He looked at the pale beauty in the thick fox fur who was holding the stove on the recliner, with white hair hanging down? She was so gentle that it was outrageous.I saw the beauty with her eyes closed, extremely tired and weak, her overly fair complexion seemed to melt into the sunlight?, as if it would disappear at any time.

A look of amazement appeared in the bottom of his eyes.

...How can there be such a beautiful man.

"Why don't you continue?" Mo Nianhuan slowly opened his eyes when there was no sound, and then remembered what he was doing when he opened his eyes. It was pitch black, and he smiled helplessly.

The storyteller looked away in a panic, but when Mo Nianhuan laughed, his soul almost flew away. He tried his best to stabilize his heart like a drum and continued:

"This brothel is the assassin's gate set up by Mr. Hong of Dongchang. Everyone inside is a hard-working assassin. That day, the oiran received a mission to kill the official young master. The oiran hesitated, but he didn't dare to refuse the order from above. Since? At night, he sneaked into the house of the official young master, but was caught by the official young master."

Listen to Mo Nianhuan? A little bit here? I’m excited. If you think about this kind of plot, you’ll have to deal with it on the spot. Although sadomasochism is sadomasochism, the routine has won the hearts of the people since ancient times.When I got excited, I felt a severe pain in my heart, and I couldn't help coughing.

Seeing the situation, the storyteller was worried and immediately stepped forward to help Mo Nianhuan: "Young Master, be careful!"

knock knock --

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and a voice came in: "Guest officer, your red bean cake is here, is it convenient now?"

this sound...

Mo Nianhuan moved his hand away without a trace, thanked the storyteller softly, and pursed his lips when he heard the red bean cake:

"It's convenient, come in."

After speaking, I hugged the stove to warm my hands again, but it was really cold.

He was also weak in the Fenglin Shen family before, but it was not so miserable.Forget about losing his eyesight after losing all his martial arts overnight, but he can really feel the cold, but he can't get warmed up no matter what.

The door pushed open with a "squeak", and the storyteller saw that it was not the waiter outside the door, but a man wearing a white coat with a cool demeanor and a mask. When he was about to speak, he suddenly felt something in his throat. After speaking, as if his throat was being held down, he looked at the man in white with horror in his eyes, and couldn't help but think of the assassin he mentioned just now.

His body trembled with fear.

After a while, he saw the man in white beckoning to him, and out of fear, he walked over to save his life.Then he heard the man in white whispering in his ear: "I'm here to tell him a story, you go away." After speaking, he took out a bead from his waist and handed it to him.

The storyteller naturally didn't dare to keep it any longer. After taking the beads? He looked back at the pale beauty on the reclining chair, but was blocked from seeing for a moment, and looked directly at the cold eyes of the man in white under the mask. It was really cold and creepy. .

"If you want to die, then continue watching."

The storyteller turned his head and ran away, not even caring about his own silence.

Mo Nianhuan listened? He frowned when he heard the movement, and turned his head: "What's wrong?"

Just after he finished speaking? He found that there was no movement, as if no one was by his side, it was extremely quiet.

He stretched out his hand to touch the armrest of the chair, and just as he reached out, he found nothing. After touching the void twice, he finally found the armrest.Holding the stove in the other hand, he stood up cautiously, relying on his general impression, he wanted to walk in the direction where the sound came from just now, but he tripped over the leg of the chair in front of him and fell forward after just two steps.

The heater hit the ground.

But Mo Nianhuan did not fall to the ground as expected, but was caught by someone.The man picked himself up and put him back on the couch, but he never spoke.

The cold fragrance passed through his nose? Mo Nianhuan was stunned by the familiar smell.

Shen Yuanyu squatted on one knee in front of Mo Nianhuan, slowly took off the mask, her eyes under the mask were red, and the emotions that had been restrained for many days could no longer be stretched.

At this moment, the person sitting in front of him was young and beautiful, and he was still the shining sun who was known as the number one beauty in the heavens.But he has white hair, and his face is as pale as paper, only the blush on his lips can see the color.

When Shen Yuanyu met these beautiful but empty eyes, there was no trace of the vivid brilliance of the past.He had been thinking about the face in front of him for many years, but he never thought that he would meet like today.

Unexpectedly, the pain was so painful.

The thin lips were slightly pursed, the hand holding the mask trembled slightly, and suddenly, he laughed.

Is laughing worse than crying?

"I even wore a mask, and I wanted to ask you why you saved me at that time. I was burned by the sun and gods couldn't save me. But why did you save me and don't want me? You didn't even let me enter the door of the devil world. I don't have any you. The news, you know how... how angry I am." Shen Yuanyu's throat tightened in the middle of speaking, for fear that Mo Nianhuan would find out that he was strange.

The mask in his hand was turned into ashes in anger, and the powder passed through his fingers, which was extremely cold.

After Mo Nianhuan couldn't see, his sense of hearing became sensitive, not to mention that the person who appeared in front of him had the smell he was most familiar with. A look of joy appeared on his face, and he stretched out his hand happily:

"Shen Yuanyu?! Are you awake?"

But it was empty.

Seeing that Mo Nianhuan was about to touch her, Shen Yuanyu reached out to hold his hand, and led someone to stroke her cheek.Just at the moment when he grasped the hand, the hand was as cold as frost, and the color of his eyes darkened.

Sensing Mo Nianhuan's pulse, his head buzzed, he raised his eyes to look at Mo Nianhuan in disbelief, his eyes were completely red.

"...Mo Nianhuan, are you crazy?"

Can't detect a trace of internal strength, even weak enough to feel the pulse, such a pulse is like a person who has run out of oil and is dying.

"Ah?" Mo Nianhuan tilted his head in doubt, "Why am I crazy?"

Seeing that Mo Nianhuan was still in the mood to joke, Shen Yuanyu's internal organs were burning with pain: "How did you save me? Exhausted all your internal energy and exchanged one life for another? In exchange for a white hair and a pair of blind eyes ?”

When Mo Nianhuan heard Shen Yuanyu's sobbing voice, he didn't know what to say, but he didn't regret it at all.

He rubbed Shen Yuanyu's cheek with his fingertips, and when he touched the warmth, he felt nostalgic: "Don't be angry, I won't be able to live soon? Can you talk to me?"

"Mo Nianhuan!!" Shen Yuanyu couldn't hold back anymore when he heard the words 'I'll live soon'. The feeling of helplessness was so painful that he couldn't relieve it.He held Mo Nianhuan with both hands, very hard: "...Why are you doing this? Even if you don't save me, I will be fine. If the heavens don't let me go back, it's a big deal. I'll be reincarnated as a human in the next life. Why are you doing this?" Hurt yourself and save me!!"

"Because I'm afraid you'll forget me."

Shen Yuanyu was stunned.

Mo Nianhuan felt Shen Yuanyu's trembling hands, and covered Shen Yuanyu's hands with both hands, he said with a smile: "I'm afraid you won't remember my original appearance? I have to see you more before leaving."

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt the warmth on the back of his hand, and felt it for a while, as if Shen Yuanyu's forehead was attached to the back of his hand.

After a while, the coolness dripped down, one drop or two, and he felt a little distressed.

"Shen Yuanyu?"

He called softly to the person in front of him, but he got no answer, and he was a little annoyed that he couldn't see anything.

"Taiyin Youying, are you crying?" She wanted to pull her hand out to touch Shen Yuanyu's face, but Shen Yuanyu held it down hard and couldn't move.

"Hmm." Shen Yuanyu tried to make his voice sound less terrible, but he couldn't even hide the word 'um', holding Mo Nianhuan's hand.

He still doesn't know how to relieve his emotions at this moment.

The person in front of him was someone he had had a crush on for a long, long time when he was in the heavens. He didn't dare to act rashly when he thought he was unworthy, and even naive. down yourself.

Finally? When he plucked up the courage to make his own claim and tied the marriage in the hands of Sun Zhaozhao, when he knew that Zhuozhao did not refuse, he understood that this was a two-way rush.

But he never expected that the Heavenly Emperor would actually try to separate them from the middle? Why should it be them.

Being relegated to the mortal world and erasing their memories also made them live in opposition, making them compete against each other.

This is the so-called way of heaven.

It's just a villain saving the belly of a gentleman.

Feeling the depression of the man in front of him, Mo Nianhuan still pulled out his hand to caress his cheek, and couldn't help laughing when he touched Wei Liang: "Youying, you have today too."

Seeing that Mo Nianhuan was still laughing, Shen Yuanyu was a little annoyed: "Are you still laughing?"

"Laugh, why don't you laugh." Mo Nianhuan leaned forward, didn't see anything but was looking for the temperature of Shen Yuanyu's body, wanted to get closer, raised his arms, and finally? Neck: "I'll be happy when you wake up, and I'll laugh when you're happy."

The warm body is touching, the heart is beating like a drum, and the hair is entangled.

Shen Yuanyu looked at the beautiful jade-like face of the person in front of her, but now it was so fragile that it seemed to be broken at the touch of a touch. The thought of becoming it for herself? It hurts so much now.

"Cough, cough—" Mo Nianhuan suddenly felt a pain in his chest, and couldn't help coughing.

Once you cough, you can't stop it, just like consumptive cough, you have to cough until your chest trembles and your body becomes weak before you can stop.

Shen Yuanyu frowned, raised her hand and touched a few acupuncture points in front of Mo Nianhuan's heart, and the spiritual energy overflowed from her fingertips poured into Mo Nianhuan's body to relieve the pain.

"Hmm..." Mo Nianhuan's body trembled suddenly, his lips became warm, his face turned even paler, he fell heavily on the reclining chair, closed his eyes and gasped continuously.

Eyelashes fluttered, exhausted.

Shen Yuanyu realized that Mo Nianhuan's body was like a bottomless pit at this time, and no matter how much spiritual energy was injected, it could not fill the damaged shell.

Then? As if thinking of something, she directly tore open the front of Mo Nianhuan's shirt.

"Hey!" Mo Nianhuan covered his heart in fright, but Shen Yuanyu grabbed both of his hands.

Shen Yuanyu tore open his skirt, and what caught his eyelids was his chest wrapped in gauze. The blood seeped through the gauze, glaring extremely dazzling under his snow-white skin.Under the collarbone, where the gauze couldn't wrap around, the hideous scar seemed to have scalded the eyes.

He just stared at it, his throat tightening, as if torturing himself.

"I don't hurt." Mo Nianhuan's words broke the silence, and he said with a smile: "The most painful time has passed."