Peach wood

After finally getting rid of the torment of hot and cold, I slept peacefully until the middle of the night, but the wound that had healed began to ache again.The pain gradually became stronger and then spread, and the book was awakened by it, and I couldn't help reaching out to touch it, but it was wet.He looked carefully through the dim light coming in from the window, and found that his hands were covered with blood.

The newly changed white clothes were stained red again, and the blood kept flowing out. The book was propped up on the bed and sat up, but was so tortured that he couldn't straighten up.The air-conditioning came out from his fingertips, quickly enveloping his limbs and bones, as if trying to strip away all the vitality he had.For the first time in so many years, he had the feeling of dying, and everything in front of him became dim. He wanted to call Mo Yun, but he couldn't make a sound no matter what.

Fortunately, the monsters have a keen sense of smell, and Mo Yun smelled a strong smell of blood in his dream. He opened his eyes suddenly, and saw the person next to him leaning helplessly against the wall, with blood gushing out from between his fingers.At the moment when he saw such a scene, the original drowsiness disappeared. With a wave of his hand, he lit the lamp on the low cabinet beside the bed, and looked at the situation of the book pocket by the candlelight.

As expected, Cunxue was able to compete with the Heavenly Emperor, and the aura he forcibly injected into Shuhuai's body had gained the upper hand again at this moment.Once Shuhuai's own strength is suppressed, the wound cannot be repaired. Unless someone comes to help him, he will always be at the mercy of this wound.Mo Yun took a deep breath, and put his palm on the back of his hand, a steady stream of spiritual energy poured into his body, and the warm current washed away the blood that was about to freeze.It was like a person who was about to be frozen suddenly found the fire, Shuhuai's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he finally had the breath of the living on his body.

The blood stopped again, Shu Huai raised his pale face, and smiled at Mo Yun in a consoling manner, but the next moment he frowned because of the residual pain.Mo Yun didn't dare to sleep anymore, he raised his hand hesitantly, as if thinking whether to give Shuhuai a hug.

The other party didn't give him time to continue thinking, but plunged into his arms.Some warm liquid trickled down, gradually wetting his skirt.

"Does it hurt?" Shuhuai always smiled, and when he cried, Mo Yun's heart ached, and no matter how he asked, Shuhuai just shook his head.

What Mo Yun didn't know was that the person in his arms would never cry because of pain, only when it was about life and death, he was willing to shed a few tears.

At that moment just now, Shuhuai really felt that Cunxue really wanted his life.This natural god has been thinking about Shuhuai for too long, ever since the latter got Mu Hua's sword, he has been quietly spying on him.He forcibly changed Xueyi's fate, causing the poor little girl to die early, and became a ghost at the age of 15, and repeatedly harmed Shuhuai, determined to get rid of this thorn in the flesh.

But how could Shuhuai die?How can he die?

If he dies, then there is really nothing left.

When he tore up the book of life and death, cut off all escape routes, and pushed himself into such a dangerous situation, was he too stupid to plan for himself?Actually not.Only at the moment of dying will a strong desire to live arise from the bottom of his heart. If everyone wants him to die, he must work harder to live.

Before he had time to take a sip of the altars of fine wine that Changqing placed in the Crystal Palace, the couple locked in the Shenmu illusion was still waiting for him to be rescued. The world was expecting him to kill the monsters. He took himself to see Hannan weeping willow.He can't die, there are many unfinished things for him to do, and he still wants to stay with his beloved forever.

"Don't cry." Mo Yun patted his back with his blood-free left hand, speaking with a nasal voice, "You are like this, I...I..." He wanted to say that I feel sorry for you like this. But the mouth can't get out.He usually said this as a joke, but when he really wanted to express his thoughts, he felt embarrassed again. Mo Yun began to despise himself. He felt like a boring idiot who couldn't even speak at a critical moment.

"I'm fine, so don't worry." Shuhuai finally calmed down, he got out of Mo Yun's arms, looked down at the stain on his body, and sighed inaudibly, "You said that I have ...should we stop wearing white first?"

"Huh?" Mo Yun couldn't follow his train of thought.

Shuhuai was deeply moved: "If you wear white, it's not easy to clean."

"You don't need to worry about it." Anyway, you didn't do the laundry yourself.

The weather in the north is very strange. Even in the hot summer, there are always a few days with cool breeze. Similarly, even in winter, there will be a period of bright sunshine.Wan Zhu stayed in Hades for two or three days, but she was still not used to living in it. She still liked open areas, and the human world just met her expectations.

Xue Yi also wanted to take a look outside, but she knew that her brother was injured and guessed that the situation was dangerous, so she naturally didn't want to cause trouble for others, so she had to hide in the underworld. After that tragic lesson, she was careful everywhere and never dare not take risks.

It was clearly the twelfth lunar month of winter, but the sun was hanging high in the sky, emitting heat tirelessly, making the faces of passersby white.As the weather got warmer, more and more people went out. Wanzhu mixed among them, she was no different from an ordinary woman. With a few kittens in her arms, she walked through the city gate to the wilderness, occasionally rubbing shoulders. Passers-by who passed by kept their eyes on these little creatures, but were surprised to find that they had terrifying sharp claws.

Wanzhu went to the field outside the city, and there were several new graves on the hillside. She put these strange-looking "cats" on the low hill, and a ball of flame appeared in the palm of her hand.The little beast opened its mouth and bit her clothes, with a fierce look on its face, as if it wanted to tear her into pieces, but before their claws were raised, their whole body was wrapped in the flames.

Accompanied by the creepy hissing sound, the figures of the alien beasts continued to swell. They shook their heads vigorously, trying to get rid of the blazing flames. However, the blaze was burning and almost dyed half of the sky red. These weak struggles seemed inconceivable. worth mentioning.

A green color suddenly appeared in the snow. The man stood behind the tree and looked at it. He couldn't help complaining, "You're making too much noise."

"Then you come?" Wan Zhu's tone revealed strong dislike, "You hide in the palace all day and do nothing, and you still have the nerve to tell me what to do?"

The other party was so frightened by her that he shrank his neck and dared not speak for a moment, but after a while, he poked his head out again and defended himself confidently: "You are manual labor, I am mental labor. The degree of bothering and worrying is still more prominent for me."

Wan Zhu didn't bother to answer, and threw a fireball casually, which instantly burned the branch above his head.The broken branch fell with snow, and just hit the head under the tree. The goblin who was bullied dared not speak out, and did not dare to speak out after hiding in the tree.

No matter how long a lifespan is, there will be a day when it ends, and no matter how fierce the fire is, there will be a moment when it weakens. The struggle of the strange beasts becomes lighter and lighter, and they let out a dying roar, but even this sound is covered by the wind, and the flames slowly Disappeared, leaving only a large piece of scorched black in place.Wan Zhu fanned her nose and looked at the remaining fur in the ashes with disgust. If Cun Xue did not create this kind of monster again, then the ones she just burned to death would be the last few.

"Cui Cui." Wan Zhu stretched her waist, and finally turned around, "Guess who I saw in Hades?"

"My name is not Cui Cui!" the goblin protested.

His name was too difficult to pronounce, and Wan Zhu didn't want to pronounce it, so she said "um", and said: "Cui Cui, I saw an old acquaintance in Hades, guess who it is?"

"My name is not Cui Cui." The other party still repeated these five words.

"Would you like to hear it or not?" Wan Zhu walked away, turning his face faster than turning a book, "You are a broken glass, why care about so much?"

In terms of origin, this mortal jade cup is of course not as noble as the Celestial Emperor's ever-burning lamp, and in terms of age, he is not as old as Wanzhu. Therefore, no matter what Deng girl said about him, he dared not speak back.

He hugged the tree and watched Wanzhu go away, and found that the other party really planned to leave, he didn't mean to stop, so he hurriedly ran after him, but it was a pity that Wanzhu suddenly lost interest, and he refused to let him stalk him. Speak again.

Half-talking is what makes the listeners scratch their heads the most. Wanzhu wants to impress the jade cup in this way, and ask him to cooperate with her obediently next time. She couldn't ask anything out of her mouth, so she took the initiative to change the subject, trying to get her attention: "Have you not found that little girl yet?"

The little girl that Deng Ling is looking for will have no one but Xue Yi.She lazily glanced at the cup spirit, and replied, "I found it, it's in Hades."

The goblin suddenly reacted and exclaimed, "Are you cheating on me again? Is she the old acquaintance you mentioned? What does that have to do with me!"

Wan Zhu turned around and smiled at him: "Of course it's not her, nor her brother. As for which old acquaintance it is, you can guess for yourself."

The gate of Hades had been closed for many days and never opened again. It finally opened again today, but it was a ghost who came out of it.Wan Zhu happened to pass by with a cup of essence, Yaoyao nodded to Wen Yanzhi as a greeting.Cup Essence glanced over there and said in surprise, "Who is this person? He looks so familiar!"

"Want to know?" Wan Zhu hooked her fingers at him, signaling him to get closer to her.The Cup Essence immediately approached obediently, but the other party laughed loudly: "I won't tell you!"

The noise broke into Wen Yanzhi's ears, and he couldn't help but look around Wan Zhu twice, when his eyes fell on the strange goblin, he suddenly froze.The cup looks familiar to him, and he also looks familiar to the other person, but he just can't remember when and what month he met.

With a lot of doubts in his arms, the ghost messenger went to the wilderness and was ordered to inspect the situation outside the imperial city.This errand was originally done by the little demon king accompanying Shuhuai, but due to well-known reasons, it was inconvenient for them to leave the underworld, so their tasks all fell on the ghost messengers. Fortunately, the underworld is free recently, and Wen Yanzhi doesn't have to be so busy Otherwise, you have to bother Ming Jun to go out and capture those strange beasts outside the city.

The last batch of monsters had been burned to ashes by the evening candle. The ghost emissary came out and found nothing. He squatted beside the ashes and watched for a while, but the image of the elf next to the lamp spirit still appeared in his mind. .

He can only see who is a human and who is a ghost. As for the original shape and origin of those ghosts, he has no idea. This is beyond the scope of his understanding, but he always feels that face has appeared before his eyes, although maybe Only one side.

Who will it be?

Wen Yanzhi had seen too many faces, he tapped his head, thinking that there might be a ghost that looked similar to this goblin, so he admitted his mistake in a blink of an eye.

Hearing that it was warm outside, Shuhuai wanted to go out for a walk, but just after he got out of bed and hadn't taken two steps, the knife wound left by Cunxue started to make trouble again.He ground his teeth, looked angrily at the gradually fainting blood, and lay down again.

Mo Yun was talking with Qingmei outside, Shuhuai didn't want to disturb his business, so he closed his eyes, tried to calm down his emotions, and concentrated on fighting against the spiritual power that did not belong to him.

Cunxue's spiritual power is very domineering, rushing through the meridians, Shuhuai barely suppressed it, but was escaped by it in the blink of an eye, repeated this several times, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.And at the moment when he was about to be unable to hold on anymore, Mo Yun suddenly pushed open the door, and then a gentle breath rushed in, wrapping him in it.Shu Huai heaved a sigh of relief, and spread his hands towards the little demon king, his tone full of regret: "I have to lend you your clothes to wear."

"You never wear black?" Mo Yun asked casually. He rummaged through the big box in the corner for a long time, and found that Shuhuai's clothes were all light-colored, not even a slightly darker one.Once those colors were stained with blood, it was difficult to wash them off, and Mo Yun felt worried when he saw the marks on his body.

He just asked simply, without any other meaning, but the patient's mind was fragile, and he couldn't stand the slightest grievance. Hearing him speak like this, he thought that he despised him, so he turned his face aside in grievance, and said in a muffled voice: "I don't want to be wronged." Forget it, I’ll go to the ghost messenger to borrow one.”

"How dare you!" At this moment, the blood stopped, and the little demon king gave him a fierce look, then took off his outer robe and threw it to him without saying a word, "You change it on."

He really wanted to do this, but Shu Huai twitched, he yelled for a long time, but he didn't say anything, until Mo Yun pressed him on the couch and pulled his belt, he said: "This... this is not Great..."

What kind of hypocrisy?The little demon king stroked his hair, and smiled kindly: "It doesn't matter if you change it or not, I will be the one who suffers. Do you want me to wash your clothes when the drops of water turn into ice, or do you want me to wash them for you?" Give you a piece of clothing for nothing?"

After weighing again and again, Shu Huai chose the latter, he brazenly thought that Mo Yun's clothes were his clothes, and they were no longer separated from each other.

Mo Yun squatted beside the well, willingly washing away the blood on Shuhuai's white clothes.He often appeared here these days, and the people who came to fetch water were familiar with him. When a few old women saw him coming with a wooden basin, they smiled and nodded at him, and praised him by the way.

Some women are naturally good at making friends, Mo Yun also met many, some asked him how many children in his family, and some asked him where he was from.The little demon king casually made up a few nonsense, saying that his home is in a certain city near the East China Sea, and he recently came back with his wife to visit relatives.The other party had a clear expression on his face, and said that he rarely saw someone who ran so far to accompany his wife back to her natal home, so he nodded indiscriminately.

In fact, he didn't know what "returning to his natal family" was. He asked Shuhuai that night. The other party thought he had heard a new word and was curious, so he asked, and explained it to him carefully. In the end, he seemed to be Daddy nodded, and asked, "Then I will accompany you back to Hades, shall I call you back to your mother's house?"

Shuhuai was speechless, he was silent for a long time and suddenly told him to go to bed quickly.The little demon king fell asleep in confusion, thinking about this question over and over again in his dream.

Day makes certain things more visible than night, and dark colors hide them better than lighter ones.Shuhuai no longer wore white clothes, and Mo Yun suddenly realized that it was becoming more and more difficult for him to find the wound on his body. Maybe Shuhuai's purpose was not simple from the beginning, and he changed the white clothes just to conceal the injury. Get used to carrying it by yourself.

Mo Yun's persuasion was fruitless, so Shu Huai continued to wear the black clothes.The little demon king was worried about him, so he touched his body when he had nothing to do. Sometimes he could feel the blood flowing out, but sometimes only dried blood remained.

"You count the days, it will be Lichun soon." As soon as Mo Yun entered the room, he smelled a bloody smell. He glanced at the person on the bed and said helplessly, "Change your clothes back."

"Didn't this one be given to me?" Shuhuai shrank into the bed, "You don't need to wash it, the spring water is also cold, so don't touch those cold ones."

The little demon king kept silent, just stood by the bed and stared at him, wrapped himself even tighter with the quilt in his arms, not daring to look up at his face.After a while, Mo Yun suddenly heard a sigh: "Are you afraid of death?"

"What do you think?" Shuhuai asked back, "If I die, will I lose everything?"

"Since you're afraid of death, don't think it's causing me trouble." Mo Yun dragged the quilt away from his arms, "With me here, you can't die, and you won't be tired."