Rebirth: The sickly prince ran away after flirting with him

"Miss Mu, where is the landlord?"

Originally, there were two disciples "invited" from the Divine Doctor Valley. One of them was willing to die and refused to take action. He would rather die than violate the rules of his ancestors and "die unexpectedly" on the road.

The other was a man wearing a silver fox mask. His hair was half white, his body was stooped and lame. His voice was hoarse and he struggled to speak. He was obviously old and had been seriously injured.

Such people have the word "fear of death" written all over them from head to toe.

Mu'er thought that this person must have experienced life and death to be so weak.

Fortunately, he is weak.

"When will the host wake up?" Mu'er asked, looking a little anxious.

It has been almost five days, and the pulse has become normal, but the person is still awake.

"Two days later."

It would take a total of seven days to completely suppress the Heartless Gu.

Mu'er felt relieved and said, "Thank you for your hard work. When the host wakes up, I will reward you heavily."

"Yeah." The man bent down, nodded, and limped away.

He has a strong sense of propriety and only spends an hour every day treating Su Zi, and spends the rest of the time in silence. According to reports from his subordinates, this person is very boring and an empty shell with medical skills.

Others went to investigate his subordinate Fei Ge near the Valley of Divine Doctors and sent a letter. A few words in the letter confirmed his identity as a disciple of the Valley of Divine Doctors.

After all, he wears a silver fox mask, has premature hair, has a disease in his left foot, has a damaged vocal cord, and is over forty years old. All these characteristics combined make him really easy to find.

It's too easy to find.

Mu'er sat on the edge of the bed and sighed deeply.

Fortunately, there are still two days left, so I can wait.

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Two hours later.

As night falls, it gets dark.

The person who was originally guarding outside the house suddenly lost his sight, and after his pupils became weak, the weapon in his hand fell to the ground.

They were clearly standing, but they could no longer sense their surroundings and were only addicted to their own fantasy world.

The silver fox mask walked from far to near, and walked in openly and openly.

When the person on the bed left him, he didn't move even an inch, but there was a clear look of pain between his brows.

He is in pain.

The heartless Gu in his body began to become active as if it smelled delicious food, wanting to break free from the shackles of the body and get closer to the existence of joy.

Su Zixing cried in pain, but could not make any sound because he bit his lower lip tightly and blood was already flowing from the corner of his lip.

Too dazzling.

Mo Jue, or rather, Nanman Saint Son, Quan Yumo, stretched out his fingers in distress, and his fingertips touched the blood stains on the corners of Su Zixing's lips, and his heart was shocked again, "It hurts a lot."

He said to himself, "How can you be so stupid? Why do you still love me when you know that I want to harm you?"

"I'm so bad, I'm obviously trying to kill you. I'm just acting to you, how can you be so easy to deceive and be fooled so easily. It makes me feel so sad and guilty."

He would say these words every day in the past few days.

Under the silver fox mask, those eyes were already red, and the pain in them was so intense that there was no trace of ruthlessness in his words.

Su Zixing stopped crying.

His frown relaxed, and his clenched lips relaxed, as if he had breathed out a breath, and as if he had thought about it, and his heart... was dead.

The heartless Gu lost its nourishment and became languid.

Quan Yumo carefully took off his mask and kissed the scarred lips with restraint.

"Forget it, forget it. You have done a good job, you won't let me, right?"

"……Um."

Su Zixing responded, but clenched his fists. In the dream, in the dream, that man was crying so pitifully.

That man spoke very fiercely, trampling on his self-esteem with every word and wishing he could drown in the dust.

Su Zixing sighed, both of them love to talk and tell the truth.

Don't cry, he just follows everyone's wishes and everyone should be happy.