Boss Scraps likes me too much, what should I do?

Like falling into a bottomless cave, Crescent Moon feels only falling, falling, falling.

That feeling of powerlessness lasted for a long time. He opened his eyes, and in his eyes was a long and winding path.

His body moved on its own, Yueya was stunned for a moment but quickly regained his composure.Is this everything in memory, so it's normal not to be under your control.

He soothed himself.

The path he was walking was leading to an unknown mansion in front of him. Crescent Moon remembered that this might be the yard where Wuyou lived in Miyashiki's house 500 years ago.

It is no longer the attitude of a bystander in the dream, but a real feeling of that memory, the illusory feeling that seems to be separated by a layer of film that cannot be truly touched becomes real at this moment Waking up, the feeling of weakness as if walking in cotton has only now given Crescent Moon a down-to-earth fulfillment.

He looked at everything that happened in his memory, although he knew that this was his past self, but Yue Yue looked at his every move in his memory coldly, but involuntarily divided the past and present self into two wholes.

But even if his calm mind told him that this was only 500 years ago, to Yueya it seemed like yesterday.

Soon Yueya walked into the mansion, everyone performed their duties silently and silently did what they should do, obviously everyone was very young but full of deep lifelessness.

Depressed coughing came intermittently from a slit door, Yueya thought that she was going to see Wu Mi, and sure enough, the dream self opened the siege door and walked in.

I don't know what happened, but the porcelain shards on the tatami in the Hiroma splashed everywhere, and there were sharp thorns all over the floor.

"What's the matter, my lord?" Crescent Moon bypassed the bits and pieces and approached Onimai Tsuji who was staring at her palm and didn't know what to think.

Wu Mi seemed to have just heard Yueya's movement, moved his body and then raised his head to look at Yueya who had already walked to him and knelt down.

There seemed to be shadows spreading in a pair of rose-red eyes, and it was like a cloud of fog that could not be seen clearly.

The only thing that can be seen clearly is the crescent moon smiling face in Wu Can's eyes.

Wu Mi turned her head and said in a cold tone, "Nothing."

The palm he was staring at just now was slowly lowered, and he covered his trembling hands with the wide sleeves.

No miserable thought, no big deal, just a mistake.

……

Was it really a mistake?

Yue Ya saw that Wu Mi seemed to want to hide something, but he was not interested in knowing it, and he knew that Wu Mi didn't want to say that it was best not to ask, so he just turned a blind eye and closed his eyes as if he didn't see Wu Mi. Something is terribly wrong.

So he lowered his head and said softly, "Then I'll clean it up."

"Yeah." Wu Mi leaned aside and closed his eyes, not wanting to speak.

The room was filled with the sound of Yueya's subtle movements when she picked up broken porcelain pieces, Xixisuosuo seemed to be tickling Wucang's ears.Although Wu Mi closed his eyes, his ears couldn't help but turn sideways in the direction of Crescent Moon.

In fact, Yueya didn't need to do these small things by herself, but it's no big deal to do some things when she is idle.

He pinched the fragments on the tatami mat one by one with his hands. Although it was simple, some porcelain fragments were too small and sharp, and scratched his hands inadvertently.

But it's okay, it's just a sting, Yue Ya didn't even frown, she raised her finger to her mouth and licked away the blood dripping from the wound, her mouth had a fishy-sweet taste, which was not tasty.

The tip of the tongue rolled away the blood beads and the wetness left by the fingertips dried quickly. Crescent Moon pinched the remaining tiles little by little, then gathered them into a bag and took them out.

When he came back again, Wu Mi didn't pretend to close his eyes to rest his mind anymore, he just sat up and stared at the tatami in a trance.Yueya thought something was wrong, she stepped forward to look, but found that Wu Mi was looking at the bright red spot on the tatami.

It was the blood from the wound that Yueya cut when she picked up the fragments just now, Wu Mi saw it.

Wu Mi turned to look at him, and asked in a low voice, "It's broken."

Although the hand was cut, it was only a small wound, Yue Ya thought he was not so delicate and even complained about hurting a finger, but he just smiled when he heard Wu Mi's words.

"It's all right, my lord, it's just a small wound."

But Wu Mi was very stubborn, and stretched out his hand to let Yue Ya show her wound for him to see, with an undeniable force in his tone.

"let me see."

So Yueya stretched out her hand to let Wu Can look at it. It was indeed not a big wound, but her fingertip was cut an inch, but there was still slightly bright red blood oozing from the inside, which was a little scary visually—especially For a wealthy young master like Wu Mi who was raised in a family of Zhongming Dingshi, this is probably a little serious injury.

Wuyou lowered his head so that Yueya couldn't see what he was thinking clearly, but he could probably get a glimpse of it from the gloomy aura around him.

Miserable and unhappy.

And the use of this word is very spiritual, Yueya feels miserable and unhappy almost every day.

"Go to my cabinet and open the third compartment...cough cough...bring over that blue porcelain pot." Wu Cang said with a pale mouth, coughing.

Crescent moon responded, stood up from the tatami and walked towards Wu Mi's cabinet, opened the third grid, and there was a row of small porcelain bottles neatly placed inside, including the blue porcelain jar Wu Mi was holding.

Speaking of these things, Crescent Moon sorted them out.

Yue Ya took out the small blue bottle and walked to Wu Mi, Wu Mi took it and opened the mouth of the porcelain jar to reveal the white ointment with a faint bitter taste inside.

It is for wounds.

Crescent Moon's drooping eyelids trembled, probably anticipating what Wu Mi would do.In fact, such a wound will heal itself if left alone, but Wu Mi doesn't think so.

Clenching his hand into a fist and putting it next to his mouth to cough twice, Wu Mi let Yueya sit down.

Forcefully pulling Yueya's hand over, Wu Mi scooped out a piece of ointment with his hand, and daubed the ointment carefully with an expression as if he was doing something important.

Crescent Moon can't laugh or cry, because this kind of small injury will heal itself naturally, there is no need to waste such a precious and easy-to-use wound medicine.

But that's what I thought in my head, but the feeling in my heart couldn't lie.

When Wu Mi lowered his head to apply the medicine to him, the moment the sun fell on Wu Mi's face was breathtakingly beautiful

Wu Mi had never done this for others before, Yueya was the first one, and the technique of applying the medicine was still trembling with unfamiliar fingers.He also didn't think about how such a precious wound needed to be used for such a wound. If the doctor saw it, he would probably show a distressed expression and say that there was no such thing as a cruel waste.

But this kind of thing is not worth mentioning here in Wuyan, let alone the doctor is not here.

A thick layer of ointment was smeared on Wu Mi's fingers, Yue Ya naturally wanted to thank him, he looked at Wu Mi and withdrew his hand, and then spoke with a grateful and moved expression and tone: "It is my honor to receive such attention from adults." What a joy."

"Crescent Moon is an honor."

Wen Zou Zou Zou's sour jittering Rainbow Pi Wuyan liked to listen to it at first, but now he doesn't like it anymore. He hopes that Yueya will be more real and intimate to him.So he put the porcelain pot aside and said coldly, "Speak well."

Crescent Moon laughed out loud, which made Wu Mi's neck turn red even though she had no intention of it.Now Yueya doesn't need those sour sentences, and sincerely thanked Chao Wucan: "Thank you, sir."

This time it was sincere, and there was no hypocrisy.

The lips of the other crescent moon in the shell trembled, and closed again without saying anything.

The mood is extremely complicated, but I don't know what to say, my mind is also very confused, and I don't know what to think.

To be honest, the disgust at the beginning of lying to Wu Mi women's clothing has faded a lot.

Yueya didn't know why she thought of the word beauty--the beauty of trouble--when applied to Wu Mian, it was blue-face disaster.

This memory came to an end, and the sight suddenly turned dark again, and it was night when it became bright again.

The room was still the same room, Wu Mi was pressing on Yue Yue's body, lips pressed against each other, conveying warmth and coolness.

Yueya opened her eyes wide in shock and subconsciously wanted to reach out her hand to push Wumi away, but found that she couldn't move at all.This is a memory, everything that has happened, he can't stop it at all.

Wu Can half-closed her eyes, her slightly cool lips pressed against Crescent Moon's mouth and gently pecked and kissed, her movements were soft and repeated, as if she was kissing a flower that was soaked in dew and was about to bloom. Have unquenchable cravings.

Crescent Moon's eyelids trembled and she slowly opened her eyes, meeting Wu Mi's rose-red eyes that seemed to hide bottomless desires.

Breathing entangled, the air seemed to be filled with scorching heat, and the end of his nose was filled with the faint bitter medicinal fragrance from Wu Mi's body.

The heart was pounding, and there were two sounds that were at first different frequencies and then gradually became the same frequency.

Like a star.

There was still the softness of Wu Mian's pecking and kissing from time to time on her lips, and then Wu Mian pried open Crescent Moon's teeth again.

It’s like a cat coming to a strange place for the first time to explore a little bit. After getting a little familiar with it, it starts to roll and play boldly. Relying on the indulgence of the owner, it begins to hold the owner’s fingers unscrupulously and starts to nibble gently. dense.

The owner was a little upset, and wanted to avoid the cat from biting, but the cat hugged the ground tightly with his hands and refused to let him leave.

In the end the master gave up and just played around as he wanted.

There is only the faint sound of water in the quiet room, and there are bursts of cicadas outside and the occasional chirping of frightened birds on the branches, which cover up the almost inaudible sound.

Crescent Moon seems to still feel the temperature of Wu Mi's lips and teeth, which is slightly cool, with a light and bitter medicinal fragrance.He felt that he was drunk, but the other self told himself soberly that you were not drunk and that you were still sane.

Wu Mi was the only one who was drunk.

Then it was dark again.

Memories were staged one after another in Yueya's mind like a revolving lantern, rushing into Yueya's mind, even a monster couldn't accept such a huge memory for a while, and had a splitting headache.

Crescent Moon, who was put on the bed by the ghost lamp, covered her head and groaned, and Bianhua, who was late for Shanshan, felt very distressed, and looked at Crescent Moon coaxing softly.

"He shouldn't be allowed to recover his memory!"

Bianhua complained endlessly.

Ghost Lantern had a disapproving expression, carrying the majesty of the first consul of hell, "This is Yueya's own choice."

Bianhua knew it was one aspect, but being distressed was another aspect.

Suddenly, a bright and dazzling light flashed across the dim yellow sky of Hell, and that light illuminated half of Hell.They could feel the breath of that light, majestic and powerful with the power of a vast god.

King Yan Luo, who was sitting in the Palace of the King of Hades, also became serious, watching the light move towards the direction of the ghost lamp mansion.

As a member of the gods, he naturally recognized which god such a powerful aura belonged to.

The ghost lights in the mansion are no exception.

He walked out the door, bowing slightly in respect.

The light fell in front of the ghost lamp and then slowly appeared a human form. The figure was tall and straight, his face was handsome and divine, and there seemed to be an endless sea of ​​stars hidden in his deep blue eyes.

Ghost Lantern took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Master Huang."

Bianhua, who also felt the light, ran out of the house, seeing Huang, who was supposed to be in Gao Tianyuan, suddenly came to Hell for some reason, her eyes were full of confusion.

After all, the gods of Gaotianyuan have never liked hell very much. It must be something important for a god of a level like Huang to descend to hell.

Huang did not remain mysterious, watching Ghost Lantern and Bianhua explain aloud.

"There's no reason to come here this time, it's for the person lying in your room."

"It's the half-demon named Crescent Moon."

When Yueya opened his eyes, he didn't know how long it had been. As soon as he opened his eyes, he found a ghost, a demon, and a god sitting on the side of the room.

He still knows Ghost Lantern and Bana Flower, but the other blue-haired god is not so familiar.

But the blue-haired god recognized him, and there was an unspeakable and complicated meaning in those eyes hiding the sea of ​​stars.

"you're awake."

"You are very much like your mother."

The young girl hidden in the distant memory of this mighty god had a warm smile.

Yueya was a little confused, looked at Ghost Lantern and Bi'anhua, only to regain his composure after getting their reassuring eyes.

"you are……?"

The only thing Yueya can tell is that this god is probably a very powerful god, not some weak little god who can only exist by relying on human prayers.

"I am Huang."

Crescent Moon regained her memory, and she naturally remembered the story about the gods that her mother told him when she was holding him in her arms when he was young—and the name of the gods in that story was Huang.

But why did Huang come to him.

Huang didn't want to talk too much, he wasn't a talkative character either, the white dragon wrapped around him chirped softly and then rubbed Huang's face.

"I just want to tell you, do what you want."

"Because fate has already been doomed."

The dark blue eyes met Yueya's eyes, and Yueya took a breath, as if he saw tens of thousands of stars in those eyes and seemed to see countless futures.

But that feeling was only fleeting, and soon disappeared after Huang looked away.

Huang left, just as quickly and abruptly as when he came to hell, leaving such an unclear sentence to Yueya and left, leaving Yueya alone in place, confused.

But the point now is not the vague words that Huang left behind, Yue Ya only seemed to remember after Huang left and asked how long it had been since Ghost Lantern and Bana Flower.

The sad news is that it has now been three full days since Crescent Moon returned to Hell.

Yueya can almost predict how furious Wu Mi's character will be, after all, this is the second time that he has been left alone for no reason.

He just recovered his memory and his mind was still aching, but Yueya didn't care about that much anymore, he felt that he had to go back quickly, otherwise who knows if Wu Mi would misunderstand something, the most important thing is that Yuanyi is still waiting for him in the ghost killing team .

Hastily tidying up her messy clothes, Yueya only had time to say goodbye to Bianhua and Ghost Lantern before leaving, but before leaving, Ghost Lantern stopped Yueya.

"Yueya, hell can't interfere with killing the evil spirits that are causing trouble in the world."

He looked at Crescent Moon as if hinting: "Only you are the only exception."

A moment of bewilderment flashed through Yueya's mind, but she still nodded when she saw the serious expression of Ghost Lamp.

"I see, Lord Ghost Lantern."

Bi'anhua was still reluctant to turn around Yueya, and in the end she just kissed Yueya's forehead lightly.

"Safe travel, Crescent Moon."

Bianhua said softly.