The male god is about to wear and tear down

Zhou Heting found someone to look at Lu Jiayi, not leaving him every step of the way.

It's almost to the point where I can't go to the bathroom without staring at it.

Lu Jiayi didn't make things difficult for his younger brother, and let him follow without caring.

It is said that Mu Mu's body was thrown into a mass grave at the foot of the mountain and discarded at will. Lu Jia wanted to go and pick him up, but when the younger brother heard this, he was so frightened that he lost his mind.

"Sister-in-law, sister-in-law..."

"Don't call me sister-in-law."

"Then, husband, madam?"

"Call me Xiaoyi."

"Brother Yi! Lord Yi!" The younger brother nodded and bowed, "Say, if you go to the mass grave and come back accidentally infected with some kind of plague, not to mention that the elder brother wants my head, the whole village will suffer together!"

Lu Jiayi glanced at him coldly, "You know who I'm looking for, right?"

The younger brother nodded hurriedly, "Wood, wood."

"Isn't he your brother? Just throw it in a place like that, and you don't care?"

"This..." The younger brother looked around, "At first we thought about giving respect to the dead brother. But you said, as the days go by and we kill more and more people, how can there be any special feelings? Let's talk , I really want to die one by one and bury the other, how can there be so many cemeteries..."

Seeing that Lu Jiayi's eyes became colder, the younger brother shut up and dared not speak.

The little brother muttered to himself in his heart, it is true that after getting along for a long time, there will be a husband and wife, and the eyes have learned to kill.

"Give you two choices, either I will go there myself, or you can find someone to go."

"I'm looking for someone! I'm going to find someone right away!"

As soon as the younger brother was talking, he greeted the two bandits and said a few words, and the two took the task and turned to leave.

"Wait a minute!" Lu Jiayi called them to stop.

The two turned their heads.

Lu Jiayi sighed, "He died disgracefully, and I couldn't protect myself at that time. Now, I want you to take a stretcher to bring him back steadily. I want to make him decent."

Probably because they hadn't been treated as real people for a long time, but now seeing that the robbed Mrs. Yazhai treated Mu Mu so kindly, the two of them also showed sighs of relief, and they both seriously agreed.

Accompanied by his younger brother, Lu Jiayi found a well-lit place in the open space behind the mountain, and began to dig a hole with his own hands.

Seeing his delicate skin and tender flesh, the younger brother wanted to replace him, but he refused; later he offered to help, but was rejected again.

Lu Jiayi insisted on shoveling and digging out the tomb bed for the wood with his own hands.

There were so many dead bodies in the mass grave, and even the people who were sent to search for the corpses had already completed their tasks and returned. Lu Jiayi was still unable to dig out a deep pit to accommodate a 1.8-meter man.

The detached wooden body was placed on a stretcher, and the blood was cleaned up, revealing that calm face.

However, Lu Jiayi only dared to concentrate on the homework at hand, not daring to look at Mu Mu.

The existence that has always been unsmiling, always not good at words, but treated him tenderly, and gave him the only human brilliance in this dark cottage, has disappeared.

Lu Jiayi rubbed his hands with blisters, and because of continuous work, the blisters were worn out again, and pus mixed with blood dripped down the shovel stick.

The younger brother was terrified when he saw it, and hurriedly ordered the two people who had just brought the corpse to find the elder brother in a low voice.

Not long after, Zhou Heting rushed over upon hearing the news.

Lu Jiayi didn't notice the person coming at first, it was only when his hand was pulled out abruptly, and the other party pulled him to look at the wound, that he realized that this person was coming.

He was a little dazed, looking at the dizzy twilight in the sky, felt his muscles tremble slightly, and realized that he was about to lose strength after digging all day.

Snapped--

A crisp slap woke Lu Jiayi up.

He looked over and saw Zhou Heting, whose face was full of scars, was still in the posture of shaking his hands, while the younger brother on the opposite side had been knocked to the ground, covering his face, which was several centimeters swollen.

"I asked you to look at people, so you will see me like this?"

Zhou Heting roared, his green prosthetic eyes seemed to be on fire with the afterglow of the setting sun.

The little brother explained tremblingly, but Zhou Heting didn't want to listen, and was picking up the people on the ground to continue to violence, when he heard the people behind him calling his name——

"Zhou Heting."

There is only one person who can call him that.

Zhou Heting turned his head and saw Lu Jiayi whose eyes were full of disappointment.

That look may have hurt Zhou Heting, and made him avoid it.

"Zhou Heting...how terrible do you want me to see you?" Lu Jiayi asked weakly.

Zhou Heting turned his back to him, let go of the little brother, and stood up.

Lu Jiayi continued to shovel, and felt a black shadow leap into the pit beside him, snatching his shovel.

It's Zhou Heting.

Lu Jia refused to give in, and wanted to take the shovel back, but he couldn't snatch it back.

But Zhou Heting said: "I also owe Wood. Let me do something."

The hands that wanted to grab the shovel were retracted.

That night, with the help of Zhou Heting, Lu Jiayi buried the wood with his own hands and erected a wordless wooden tablet for it.

Kneeling in front of the wooden grave, he apologized to the people under the soil: "I'm sorry, it's my fault, I can't give you a better funeral."

Zhou Heting wanted to help him, but he knelt stubbornly, wanting to mourn Mu Mu.

Knowing that he was in the wrong, and the two hadn't reconciled yet, Zhou Heting didn't dare to embarrass him, so he had to let him go.

But when he knelt, he knelt until late at night.

Seeing that Lu Jiayi's knees were trembling, almost unable to hold on, Zhou Heting frowned, first let the younger brothers leave, then squatted beside him, and asked in a low voice, "How long will you kneel?"

Perhaps this person has never been used to being gentle with others, so he can only keep his voice down, fearing that once the volume is louder, he can't help but roar.

Lu Jiayi lowered her head and said nothing.

Zhou Heting was most annoyed that he didn't speak, and wanted to get angry when he got agitated, but this person was too fragile at this time, and he would be shattered if he got angry.Zhou Heting was annoyed, but didn't know what to do.

So, the man coaxed again in a low voice: "Shall we come back tomorrow? Shall I accompany you?"

"Speak up! What do you want? You speak up and we can discuss it!" Zhou Heting showed some signs of being unable to hold back.

Hearing his tone, Lu Jiayi looked over with a secretive smile on the corner of her mouth.

Zhou Heting was numb all over when he saw it.

Suddenly, Lu Jiayi's eyes were blank, as if in a trance, she raised her hand over.

The fingertips with cracked skin hooked Zhou Heting's jawline and groped until they found a gap, which was the connection of the fake skin.

Lu Jiayi withdrew her hand, and stared blankly at the person in front of her again.

Zhou Heting was a little flustered, afraid that he would be tortured too much by himself and fall into stupidity, so he hurriedly hugged her in his arms, and waved his palm in front of his eyes.

But the eyes of the person in his arms were dull, and he didn't respond to the shaking palm, and didn't blink.

"Xiaoyi?" Zhou Heting shook him gently, "Xiaoyi, how are you?"

Lu Jiayi didn't say a word and just passed out.

The person in his arms softened like this, Zhou Heting broke out in cold sweat through the mask, immediately picked up the person, and went straight to the direction of the stockade.

In the same night, I asked someone to go to the foot of the mountain to arrest a doctor and take the pulse. The doctor was so frightened that his legs trembled because of the accident, but he still explained in a reserved manner: "This little brother must have been stimulated a little bit, and the pulse is a little vain. I opened a few Prescription medicine, cook and drink for him every day, and he will be fine."

Zhou Heting's face was gloomy, and he looked at the person on the bed whose eyes were still closed, worried, "Are you sure?"

"OK! OK!"

"Will he wake up tomorrow?"

"I can wake up! I can definitely wake up!"

Zhou Heting waved his hand, "Clean up a room for the doctor to rest in the stockade. If Madam doesn't wake up tomorrow, I will ask him to take responsibility."

"Yes!" The younger brothers greeted him, and "politely" turned the crying doctor away.

The room gradually became quiet as the people left, only Zhou Heting was left sitting by the bed, silently looking at the person in the bed.

The backs of his slightly rough fingers supported Tuo Jiayi's eyelashes, and then rubbed the cracks between his lips along the way.

Lu Jiayi didn't respond.

Zhou Heting sighed, just turned off the oil lamp, lay down beside the bed, and fell asleep with all his clothes on.

In the bed, in the darkness, Lu Jiayi opened his eyes.

His eyes were extremely clear, cold and firm.

From that day on, Lu Jiayi seemed to have fallen to the root of her illness, always in a trance.

Although Zhou Heting sent people to follow him, just like taking care of a child it is impossible to be highly nervous all the time, no matter how many people you send, there will be times of negligence.

Once there is negligence, Lu Jiayi will climb to very dangerous heights, or play with dangerous sharp objects, aiming at his clear blood vessels.

But after Zhou Heting yelled and stopped the people, Lu Jiayi's face would regain consciousness for the first time, as if he didn't know what happened just now.

Zhou Heting lived in fear, and all kinds of doctors and wizards were arrested from all over the country to see him. They all said that there was nothing serious, maybe it was a heart disease.

Zhou Heting once suspected that he was pretending, so he got very angry, but when he saw himself getting angry, he would shrink back, with tears in his eyes, looking like he was dying and wishing to kill himself.

Zhou Heting hated him for being disobedient and for not speaking;

Zhou Heting likes him being tamed and his sinking expression.

But only, can't accept such a fragile him.

As long as Lu Jiayi wants to cry or not, Zhou Heting will immediately give in and apologize immediately, coaxing him back to his senses, coaxing him back to normal.

Days like this forced Zhou Heting, who was always licking blood with the tip of a knife, to gradually suffer from nervous breakdown.

On this day, seeing Lu Jiayi in a stable mood, not playing with knives, not climbing, just sitting at the table grinding a stone, Zhou Heting thought it was a good opportunity, so he went over to negotiate with him.

This village owner is used to savagery, and basically has nothing to do with tenderness.Even if at the beginning, out of pity from the bottom of his heart, he would communicate nicely with Lu Jiayi, but once Lu Jiayi didn't cooperate, Zhou Heting would start to lose his temper.

But when Zhou Heting lost his temper, he lost his temper, and Lu Jiayi didn't look at him directly.

"Xiaoyi..." Zhou Heting was finally powerless, and knelt down beside Lu Jiayi.

He himself didn't realize how humble his posture was, only the bandits passing by would show surprised expressions when they saw it.

On the other side that Zhou Heting didn't notice, Lu Jiayi secretly raised the corner of his mouth.

"Are you sure that I can't leave you?" Zhou Heting took his hand that was covered with stone powder, and used his fingers to sweep away the dust for him, "That's why you deliberately wanted to kill me to stimulate me?"

Lu Jiayi looked down, pretending not to understand.

Zhou Heting looked tired, and put his hands on his neck, letting him feel the fresh pulse under his mask, "What do you want to stay for me?"

Lu Jiayi moved her lips.

Grasping this detail, Zhou Heting's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly chased after the victory, "You say, I will agree!"

Lu Jiayi smiled, innocent and lovely.

He said, "Then you beg me."

Hearing this, Zhou Heting's joy disappeared.

The inner battle between heaven and man can almost be clearly seen through the mask.

Lu Jiayi made such a request before, but that time, Zhou Heting was furious.

This time, Zhou Heting didn't get angry, but just hesitated, which was an improvement for Lu Jiayi.

Not expecting to get the expected answer this time, Lu Jiayi was about to withdraw her hand and continue to grind stones boredly, but heard the other party's almost inaudible voice:

"Please."

"what?"

It wasn't that Lu Jiayi deliberately made things difficult, but he was even more surprised. He suspected that he had heard wrong.

Turning around, Lu Jiayi saw the other party's sincere eyebrows and eyes clearly.

Zhou Heting repeated without hesitation, "Please."

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