The heinous crime of time travel

Mo Liansheng's face was very fair, and he paid great attention to his appearance, so even if he was dying and embarrassed, he could still maintain a little bit of image.

This facilitates Xiao Yao's close observation. Holding the candlestick in his hand, the more he looks at it, the more familiar he looks, as if he has never seen this gloomy man before.

Xiao Yao briefly reviewed his boring life. Before the age of 15, he occasionally traveled around with his mother. go.

And the person who was about to die at any time in front of him did not look like an ordinary person, and it was hard to forget it just by looking at it. If he had seen it, Xiao Yao would definitely remember it.

Mo Liansheng is 89 years old this year, but he can't tell it at all. His appearance is quite handsome, but a little feminine. Due to excessive blood loss, his face is completely pale, and the rouge applied does not fade. In the dark mountain forest Like a "sha" who can't distinguish between yin and yang.

But the femininity on his body has just touched, not too much, the rouge is not thick, and compared with Li Huan and others, he has a kind of heroism... I am afraid it is not because of some evil skills or castration, but pure narcissism.

The facial features depicted in his eyes gradually became ethereal and illusory. Xiao Yao was indeed soft-hearted and even gave him medicine, but this person can be injured like this. Nine times out of ten, he will go crazy, and whether he can survive is not determined by a little trauma medicine of.

In the quiet wooden house, apart from the unpleasant smell of blood, it is spacious and comfortable. Xiao Yao lighted a charcoal basin to revitalize his frozen hands and feet, and ate something. He did not treat the people in the house badly. Master, specially covered Mo Liansheng with a blanket.

"...Although I always pretend to be confused, I'm not really confused. Why can't I remember?" Xiao Yao said as he took a bite of the cake, took out the second bottle of golden sore medicine on his body, and gave it to Mo Mo little by little. Liansheng filled the wound.

This medicine was concocted by Chu Ting, and she brought a total of five bottles, half of which was carried by Xiao Yao. The previous injury had already used up some of it, and with Mo Liansheng's large-scale, bruises all over the body without dead ends, it would be fine to give Xiao Yao two points. Thank goodness.

"You should be glad that you met me...to meet Mu Da...he can make up for it—who knows if you are an enemy or a friend?"

Xiao Yao's work is very rough, and he can't cure people to death, but he is far away from light hands and feet. The wound on his back has stopped bleeding. Unconsciously grunted.

——Only now did Xiao Yao see that there was a dagger under his body.

And peony is a pair of enchanting, but this sword demon is very restrained, peony is the avenue of picking flowers, then this sword is a flower, half covered, half teased, half retreated, full of amorous feelings under the nourishment of blood .

Xiao Yao felt like he was visiting a brothel.

The initial confusion gradually subsided, and suddenly there was a sharp pain in the waist and abdomen... Xiao Yao was not injured, but the pain penetrated deeply into his mind, making him break out in a cold sweat for a moment.

He didn't remember Mo Liansheng anymore, but he still remembered the sword.

When Xiao Yao was seven years old, Wang Shixue took him to Mount Hujia.In terms of the latter's dead romantic feelings, it is absolutely impossible to just travel in the mountains and rivers. Xiao Yao is smarter than ordinary people, and a simple seven-year-old is just a brat. Apart from playing in the mud and being whipped, he doesn't want to do big things.

And the person Wang Shixue came to see at that time was Mo Liansheng.

For more than ten years, it doesn't matter if you are not old. I am afraid that if you really become a human being, you will grow back backwards and become younger.

"..." The bottle in Xiao Yao's hand shook, and it fell to the ground with a "boom" and rolled, if it wasn't for the quick recovery, the medicine powder would have been spilled.

In Xiao Yao's few shadows, Mo Liansheng did his part and was rated first.

He still remembers that Wang Shixue fought with someone on Mount Hujia, and that was the only time he tried his best. In the cognition of a seven-year-old child, Wang Shixue was already considered a mountain beyond the mountain, a sky beyond the sky... even Even now, Xiao Yao has never seen anyone more powerful than her.

But in that battle, Wang Shixue suffered a disastrous defeat, and the sword broke once. Although it was repaired, it was still difficult to be intact, and Xiao Yao was also affected, his waist and abdomen were blown by the sword wind, and he almost died.

Afterwards, he fell unconscious, completely unaware of what happened.

This can no longer be included in the category of unlucky, five generations have to be murderers to get to Xiao Yao's tragic situation.

He took two steps back with a guilty conscience, and then felt that something was wrong... When he woke up, his mother was still there, so he broke the sword and was not injured at all. If this was a life-and-death fight, Wang Shixue would be too If you are strong enough, why bother to do your best.

"Forget it, no matter how much I think about it, I can't think of a reason why. Just treat me as a lifesaver, and show mercy when you see me in the future."

Talking to himself, Xiao Yao touched Mo Liansheng up and down like he was greedy for cheap, applied the medicine, and wrapped it up firmly with the materials he could find in the house. Then he found a piece of paper and wrote "Don't be ungrateful" also signed his name.

"I also took your sword, good thing."

After finishing speaking, the candlelight in the wooden house was blown out, a figure swayed leisurely, and suddenly fell down with the gust of wind, but the snow all over the ground made no sound, no more eye-catching than a dead leaf.

The overall range of Hujia Mountain is very large and wide. Even with Mu Yunshen's guidance, Xiao Yao's movement speed is still very slow, not to mention the so-called "loosely defended" Qianshan Mountain is actually very scary, with countless hidden stakes and traps. Avoiding them all is harder than reaching the sky.

Xiao Yao's blind self-confidence, which was fooled by Mu Yunshen, was dispelled after he took two steps. Even though he was extremely careful when he went up the mountain, he touched the mechanism several times. It can be said that he was struggling, and he has just arrived. On the mountainside, continue to climb up, and I will definitely not be able to go back before dawn.

While Xiao Yao looked up at the sky, Mu Yunshen also opened the window. The sky was high and moonless, and the stars were dim. The lights of thousands of families were a luxury in the depths of Mount Hujia, where there was only indifference and survival.

"Still waiting?" Liu Baiweng couldn't tell the difference between day and night, and occasionally turned his old bones upside down, but he could still hold on, and he drank strong tea before, so he really wanted to sleep but couldn't sleep.

Mu Yunshen's throat was a little itchy, and he coughed lightly a few times. He didn't feel it before, but now that he changed his body, he realized that Wat Jia Mountain is really not very suitable for living. It seems that there are disasters all year round, no wonder how peaceful it is , still very few people migrate here with their families.

"Wait for him to come back... I'm not at ease, I don't feel at ease..." Mu Yunshen was inlaid in the window frame, and when he took it off and preserved it well, it was a painting that could be handed down from generation to generation.

What he said was very sweet, but the face and emotion seemed to operate separately, Liu Baiweng was moved a bit, Mu Yunshen himself was still cold, his brows were not wrinkled, and the corners of his mouth were not curved, it was nothing to say "I want to drink plain water" the difference.

He doesn't have such a ruthless face when acting on the spot.

"It's time to come back. In such a short time, we can reach halfway up the mountain at most. If Xiao Yao's skill can directly reach the mountain gate, then Shen Yanzhi has been slack enough in these years." Mu Yunshen said, seeming to sneer, "But he dare not."

Shen Yanzhi's gentleness and Mu Yunshen's indifference are at a fork in the two extremes. Each knows the other's strength. This is not the so-called respect, and Mu Yunshen never gives respect to the enemy, but a simple measure and recognition.

Wen Ping Luozi, yin and yang are divided, Taigu City already has the upper hand, Mu Yunshen can lose, he can back down, but after that, he has to settle everything carefully.

"...Mr. Mu," Liu Baiweng called him suddenly, very politely, as if he was courteous first and then soldier, "If...just if...you are really that person, I have a question to ask you, but if it's just hearsay, fake As for my identity, just pretend that I didn’t say anything tonight.”

"..." In the darkness, Mu Yunshen nodded.

Although Liu Baiweng couldn't see it, he knew from the bottom of his heart that even if this Mr. Mu was not an old friend, he still had the determination and strength of an old friend, so he would definitely let himself ask.

"The young man who came with you—is his surname Xiao? How do you treat him?" Liu Baiweng smiled. He was sitting upright behind the table with a book in his hand. Eyes, very like a generous teacher.

"I understand you, those who follow you will not end well."

Mu Yunshen still didn't move, it was pitch black outside the window, there was neither floating clouds nor singing and dancing, it was just pure darkness.

Liu Baiweng waited patiently for a long time before he heard a word.

"Xiao Yao's fate is not good."

No beginning, no end, no reason for sadness.

The straight candle has gradually melted, paralyzed on the table like mud, the wick is almost burnt out, it is beating and struggling, and it is slowly extinguished.

Even in the backlit corner, day and night are different after all, Liu Baiweng dozed off with his head propped up, but Mu Yunshen's eyes caught the first ray of sunlight.

The man hadn't come back yet, it was an hour later than he expected, and if the sky was brighter, there would be no place to hide in Hujiashan, not to mention, there are many capable people in Xiaoyao Demon Palace, if you delay for a moment, it will be one more Danger.

Since Mu Yunshen's accident three years ago and Shen Yanzhi took over the Demon Palace, not everyone was convinced, some were conspicuous like Ruan Yu, and some were quiet like Qiu Heng.

If it weren't for such stratification and hidden civil strife, the entire Wat Kashan would be like an iron barrel, and the forces of the rivers and lakes would

Don't dare to act recklessly, even if Duan Fu sends troops to attack, he can't insert needles seamlessly.

"What do you think?"

From the corner of the eye, there was a round thing thrown over, it was very slow and not heavy, even Mu Yunshen could catch it in his hand at once - it was a peach that had been rubbed with snow, it had been left for a day or two, it was very tender , just overripe and soft.

"Missing me." Xiao Yao squatted on the window sill with a smile, lowered her head, and almost bumped into Mu Yunshen's nose.

He was just quick-talking and immoral, and he became confused when he was teased, and he was quicker than anyone else afterwards, and fell off the window sill with an "ouch".