[Comprehensive] I'm so bewitching

Meimei walked step by step in the dense forest.

The mood is chaotic, she doesn't want to see anyone familiar now.

Walking to the back of a tree trunk as thick as two people hugging each other, Meimei sat down, hugged her knees, and buried her head in her arms.

Just after Loki said the phrase "I hate you, I don't like you at all, I will never be with you", her head felt like being hit by something, a dull pain.

It seemed that someone had said the same thing to her before.

The memory seemed to have been hammered open a crack, and sporadic fragments got in, piercing Meimei's head with pain.

"Yuan Mo, I like you." The girl's crisp voice was full of sincerity and joy.

"I don't like you." The boy replied coldly.

"Yuan Mo, I like you." The girl's voice was firm and persistent.

"I don't like you. Go away and don't disturb my cultivation." The boy said impatiently.

"Yuan Mo, I like you." The girl's voice was soft and cautious.

"But I don't like you! Are you annoying? Don't bother me to practice anymore! If you don't practice yourself, do you want others to accompany you? You are a princess, even if you are useless all your life, there are still people who support you I’m just an orphan, if I don’t practice, I’ll have nothing!” The young man shouted, “What can your liking bring me? Will you give me a blessed place? Will you give me practice secrets? Will you give me a spiritual weapon? Help me break through? No way! You will only hold me back!"

The boy was wearing a half-worn brown robe, the cuffs and hem were frayed with raw edges.But he kept himself very clean, his hair was neatly combed, and his hands and face were washed clean.His appearance is refined and his bones are exquisite.The spirit of youth, forcing out the vigor of the whole body, makes people dare not look directly at him.

"Yuan Mo, I won't bother you too much time, just spend a little time with me every day, just a little bit." The girl's voice became softer, almost inaudible.

The boy opened a pair of black eyes, sharp and aggressive, and said with thin lips: "I hate you, I don't like you at all, I will never be with you."

That glance was like a knife, and every word and sentence was like a fine razor blade, which made people's muscles and bones ache.

"Hey?" Suddenly, someone pushed his arm, "Who are you? Why are you here?"

Meimei came back to her senses, raised her head, and looked up.

The vision was blurry, and Meimei realized that she didn't know when she was crying. She wiped away her tears indiscriminately, and stood up while supporting the tree trunk.

There was a tall boy standing in front of him. Hearing the voice, he seemed to be a little younger than her, but his body was already an adult, slender and fit.

"I just walk around casually." Meimei said softly.

The boy looked a little helpless, scratched the back of his head, and said, "Why did you come here? It's not safe here, and there are still people fighting over there."

"Oh." Meimei lowered her head, leaning on the tree trunk without speaking.

She doesn't want to go back now.

There was a dull pain in her head, and she felt depressed in her heart. She didn't know whether it was for the boy in her memory or for Loki.

"Hey, did you run away from home?" The boy looked her up and down, and saw that the girl was cleanly dressed. Although there was some dirt on the soles of her shoes, she looked a little dirty, but overall, she was clean. Clean, white, tender and soft, she is just a pampered young lady who has never suffered.

Such a delicate girl is a little dangerous here, the boy thought to himself.

"How about I take you to play games?" The boy tried to say, "If you are happy, you can go home, okay?"

Meimei tilted her head, looked at this slender boy, and felt a little good in her heart: "What are you going to take me to play with?"

"I run very fast. If you throw something hard, I can pick it up before it hits the ground," the boy said.

Meimei thought for a while, then bent down and picked up a pebble: "Really? Then I'm going to throw it away."

"Okay." The boy nodded, very hearty, "Just throw it away!"

Meimei threw it forward vigorously.

The boy's figure flashed, and he ran in the direction she threw it.

Then he ran back again, as if he had never left. If Meimei didn't look at her without blinking, she would hardly notice that he had left.

"Why don't you pick it up?" Meimei tilted her head and asked him.

The boy was a little annoyed: "You didn't throw it at all! The stone is still in your hand!"

Meimei laughed heartily, she spread out her palm, and sure enough there was a stone.The dusty, muddy stones stained her white palms black.

"You guessed it." Meimei smiled and threw the stone to him, "However, you are really fast."

The boy seemed to feel that his good intentions had been betrayed, and he was a little unhappy. He rolled his eyes and said, "It can be faster!"

Meimei couldn't see the person's face, so she didn't know that there was a smirk on his face, but she felt suddenly hugged by something, and immediately the surrounding scenery became a blurred shadow.

"Ah—" Meimei couldn't help crying.

The boy hugged her and started running in the dense forest at an unbelievable speed.

After running around, the boy returned to the spot with Meimei in his arms and put her down.

"How?" said the boy, raising his eyebrows.

Meimei immediately said: "It's amazing! Are you a superhuman?"

The boy's expression changed immediately, and he became a little vigilant.He looked around, and finally ran away without saying anything.

As if it never appeared.

Meimei stared blankly at the spot where there were a few rolled up leaves, shook a few times, fell to the ground again, and became quiet.

"It's like this again." Meimei said in a daze, she just felt that this scene was very familiar, as if it had happened before.

She supported the trunk and sat back down again.

This time she did not lower her head, but leaned against the tree trunk, looking at the dense branches and leaves, feeling an unspeakable loneliness in her heart.

No matter what had happened, who she had loved and hated, who she had been with and who she had been separated from, she was alone now.

Could it be that, as Yuan Mo said, she is a coward who sealed her memory because she didn't dare to face it?

After all, being alone is really hard.

It was very bitter, so bitter that she wanted to pull out her tongue, dig out her esophagus and stomach.

After a long time, she endured the bitterness and said a name silently: "Yuan Mo."

The man in white who crawled out of Rumlow's body should be Yuan Mo.It was also the boy in brown that leaked from memory just now.How troubled he was once, how glamorous he was later.

Meimei hates him.

That kind of hatred is definitely not something between men and women.Meimei knows what kind of person she is.If you have grudges, you will revenge, if you have grievances, you will forget about it, and you will never put it in your heart.

But she hates Yuan Mo, that kind of hatred, even if she loses her memory, she can't forget a little bit of it.

Meimei has a guess - even if she is a soul, there is always a source, it can't be raised by nature, popping out of the cracks in the rock, right?She always has parents.

Suddenly her heart tightened, Meimei couldn't help picking at the cracks in the bark, a whirlwind seemed to blow in her mind, large chunks of memories seemed to leak out of a huge pocket, and she desperately poured them into a small mineral water bottle. It's about to break through.

her parents...

"Hey!" At this moment, a young boy's voice sounded from above, "What's the matter with you? Are you okay?"

Pietro had already gone away, but he was inexplicably worried, so he slipped back quietly.He thought, just take a look, if the girl is okay, he will leave immediately, anyway, he runs fast, she can't see him.

Then he saw the girl leaning against the tree trunk, looking up at the sky with tears all over her face.

He had never seen a girl cry like this, her face was numb, and her eyes were dull, but her face was covered with tears, and even the bit of clothes next to her chin was wet.

What's the matter?Why are you crying so hard?Pietro was a little nervous, he pushed the girl, but she didn't move at all.

Pietro was a little flustered. He grew up so big that the only person with the opposite sex was his twin sister.And his sister is a very straightforward and hearty person, never like this, so Pietro has no idea at all, after thinking about it, he ran away quickly and brought his sister.

"Pietro, what are you doing? I was busy, and I almost fooled Tony Stark!" Wanda, who was carried over, frowned a little unhappy.

She is a very beautiful girl with a great figure, long black hair, big eyes, high nose bridge, very delicate.

"Wanda, look at her, what's wrong with her?" Pietro said, pointing to Meimei who was sitting under the tree crying, "I was fighting with the Avengers just now, and I accidentally ran away and saw her Yes. She is crying so badly, can you persuade her?"

No matter who it is, there is no way to just watch a young and beautiful girl cry so badly and ignore it.

Pietro is like this, and so is Wanda.

Especially since this girl is about the same age as her.So, Wanda squatted down and asked softly, "Hey, what's your name and why are you here?"

"I'm uncomfortable." Meimei raised her head, and through her blurred vision, she saw an extremely beautiful girl squatting in front of her, "I am extremely uncomfortable."

After speaking, she hugged Wanda's neck, buried her head in the socket of her neck, and cried out.

She felt that her parents might have been harmed by Yuan Mo.

Through the few memories, she can feel Yuan Mo's ambition and deep utilitarianism.

She used to be very close to him, but she delayed his cultivation, so he mercilessly drove her away.Meimei is just not smart, but she has never been stupid. She vaguely knows that if she can provide him with a blessed place, cultivation cheats, and spiritual weapons, then he will definitely not find her annoying.

She must not have offered it to him.

Although she likes him, she will not make him respond in this way.Only sincere feelings are beautiful, and false feelings are like rice mixed with sand. It smells sweet, eats teeth, and hurts the stomach after swallowing.

Yuan Mo's ambition, the indifference in his eyes, and his hatred and desire for power all foreshadow his future achievements.

If she had the ability to take revenge, it would be impossible for her to keep the hatred deep in her bones.

She must have not succeeded in revenge.

He must have achieved what she could never hope to achieve.