The time-traveling husband is hard to be

Liu Xu'er looked at Zhao Lian who left in a daze, and Mu Xiang who was also in a daze and trembling, and supported Mu Xiang worriedly: "Xiao Wu, talk to me, don't scare me!"

"Sister!" Mu Xiang stared blankly at Liu Xu'er: "Tell me, is it wrong for me to come here? Without me, my husband will be fine, Xiao Su will be fine, and everyone will be fine."

"No, it's not your fault. You must not blame yourself for the wrong things done by others." Liu Xu'er hugged Mu Xiang, and Mu Xiang like this made her feel very distressed.

"But, all of this is because of me." Mu Xiang was still trembling all over, unable to accept it.

Liu Xu'er sensed that something was wrong with Mu Xiang, touched Mu Xiang's forehead, and was startled: "Xiao Wu, you have a high fever? Come quickly, call the imperial physician."

Mu Xiang was in a coma for four days. During these four days, he had been dreaming. For a while, he was alone in modern times. He saw that everyone else was loved and accompanied by others. Only he was alone, like someone forgotten by the world. People; for a while in Mu Mansion, he was still alone, abandoned in a corner, no, not alone, with Xiao Su by his side, he secretly decided to find a good family for Xiao Su in the future; suddenly Arriving at the General's Mansion again, Nangong Rui hugged him tenderly and called "Five children five children". He spent the happiest time in his life here.

Suddenly these things disappeared one by one, Nangong Rui was gone, Xiao Su was gone, everyone was gone, he was abandoned again, he became a person again.

"Don't go, come back, come back!" Mu Xiang yelled, trying to call those people back, but no one answered him, he seemed to be surrounded in a dark corner where he couldn't see his fingers, and no one paid attention to him , everyone has forgotten him.

"Xiao Wu, wake up." The voice came from far away, and it became clearer and clearer. Mu Xiang tried to open his eyes, and saw Liu Xu'er looking at him with a worried face.

"Sister." Mu Xiang called hoarsely, a little dazed, Liu Xu'er nodded quickly: "I'm here."

Zhao Lian at the side brought a glass of water silently. When Mu Xiang saw him, he immediately remembered what had happened before, and his eyes gradually filled with hatred. He knocked over the glass: "I don't need you to pretend to be kind."

The crisp sound of the cup sounded, and Zhao Lian looked down. Just when Mu Xiang thought he was going to lose his temper, Zhao Lian let someone come in to clean up the pieces without hesitation, "You have a good rest, I will come to see you tomorrow." Said Finished and left.

Liu Xu'er helped Mu Xiang refill a glass of water and fed him.

"Xiao Wu, do you hate the emperor?"

"Hate, I wish I could kill him." Mu Xiang said through gritted teeth.

"Kill him, then what?" Liu Xu'er asked again.

Mu Xiang choked suddenly.

Yes, kill him, then what?