My ex-boyfriend is always pestering me [Quick Time Travel]

When Jiang Ya wondered what kind of world this time would be like, he saw Mu Sha as soon as he opened his eyes.

…………? !

Am I not dead!

The moment Zhong Xian agreed to him, all the lights in his body were lit up, and he died of poisoning just enough to end this world.But now I am still alive. Although I feel that the person in front of me is probably responsible for it, but Jiang Ya is not afraid that he will settle accounts after the fall. Anyway, if he stays for a day at most, he will be forcibly stripped and directly enter the next world. .

Jiang Ya took the initiative to say hello very enthusiastically.

"coincidence."

"unfortunately."

Musha said lightly.

"There is no cure for the poison on your body. I hanged you with thousand-year-old ginseng. How long can you last?"

Jiang Ya let out a groan, no wonder she felt very weak all over, with a limp morbid feeling, it turned out that she was overdrawing her life.

but……

"I'm dying, what are you doing hanging on my life?"

Jiang Ya looked at him innocently and comforted him confidently.

"If you want to settle accounts with me, are you going to deal with this dying body? Mu Lang, there is no grass anywhere in the world, why do you care about me, a dying person?"

"Husband and wife for one day, one hundred days of kindness, anyway, we have slept together for so long, you won't even leave me a whole body, right?"

"I don't believe it, you're the best, aren't you?"

Jiang Ya talked to himself for a long time, but Mu Sha just stared at him silently, with long eyelashes covering his light-colored eyes.

"I keep you these last few hours because I want you to remember me."

"Remember you?"

Jiang Ya smiled provocatively half-truthfully: "There are thousands of dew in the world... How do you know that I will remember you?"

Mu Sha ignored it, stretched out his hand and pulled Jiang Ya's quilt down to his chest, and then untied the collar.

Jiang Ya let him move, and clicked his tongue: "At this time, I still have to be lingering, Mu Lang, my current body can't be tossed..."

A soft silk cloth covers his eyes, and in a world where vision is deprived, other senses become extremely sensitive.

Mu Sha's voice was still faint, but it seemed that there was some kind of unspeakable emotion.

"...It may hurt a little, bear with it."

The expected kiss and touch did not come, and the collarbone, which had just been covered with a mask, was suddenly coated with cool liquid. Jiang Ya wanted to ask in a daze, but suddenly let out a painful cry, as if a sharp needle had been pierced on it.

Suddenly, he had a bad feeling.

"... Mu Lang, what are you doing?"

A dense tingling sensation began to be felt from the collarbone, and the sharp needles poked the skin one after another, as if drawing some pattern.

This deep and thin pain seemed to be nailed to his bones. Jiang Ya tried unbearably to avoid Musha's execution-like punishment, but he didn't even have the strength to move his fingers.

Damn, what about tattoos?

A thin layer of sweat gradually appeared on his forehead. Jiang Ya tried to hypnotize himself to divert his attention, but in the endless darkness, the tingling sensation from his collarbone became the only existence, which made his scalp numb and nervous. Even concentrating on waiting for each needle to fall, this makes people feel very irritable, and the blood is abnormally stimulated to the point of exploding.

"I'm in so much pain... Mu Lang, I'm in so much pain..."

Sweat gradually drenched his cheeks, and Jiang Ya begged for mercy in aggrieved and frightened manner.

Musha reached out and touched his pale face, and finally took care of him with a very gentle tone.

"Hey, you will remember only when it hurts."

There was a hint of crying in Jiang Ya's soft voice.

"I remember, I will remember you, Mu Lang, I really hurt."

Musha paused for a moment, then calmly said: "Your movement will make my tattoo crooked, in that case, I have to re-tattoo."

Jiang Ya froze all over.

The unbearable pain seemed endless, and he was determined to carve indelible marks on his body with all his heart. Jiang Ya thought vaguely, even if the tattoos were of no use, Su Yan's body was about to die. The things with bitter lines can only rot in the coffin, why bother me to suffer this.

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and he passed out unknowingly. When he woke up dully, he saw Mu Sha staring intently at his collarbone, with a gentle expression, even showing a bit of childish joy.

Jiang Ya was not interested in looking at this useless thing that hurt him for so long, so he closed his eyes again and pretended to sleep.

Musha had already noticed that he was awake, gently helped him to sit up, turned around and took a bronze mirror to look at his collarbone, and said expectantly and happily: "Look."

On the slender and too pale collarbone in the bronze mirror, there is a cloud of smoky blue that exudes charm, with a strange beauty.But if you take a closer look, there are clearly traces to follow. Along the curvature of the collarbone depression, it is like a half-opened petal, deep and shallow, faintly burning.

Jiang Ya was startled, and asked in confusion, "This is... a flower?"

Except for roses and willows, all other flowers and plants looked the same to him.

"What flower? Why did you tattoo me a flower?"

The confusion on his face seemed to have hurt Mu Sha, and after putting down the bronze mirror, the man who suppressed his smile gently stroked Jiang Ya's collarbone, with a faint light in his eyes.

"When you think about it, you'll know."

Jiang Ya was completely confused, he thought hard since he knew Mu Sha, the two had never talked about the topic of flowers and plants, so how could they "remember".

It's the most annoying thing to talk about half of it.

"Don't keep it up, or I will die with regret."

He stared at Mu Sha jokingly, but seeing that the other party didn't intend to tell him at all, his face sank in anger, and after frowning for a moment of silence, he then smiled, full of malice.

"Forgot to ask you, it feels great to be in the medicine you made yourself. When I left that day, you seemed to have fallen into a very sweet dream. But since the illusion is an illusion, it is naturally something you deeply desire but cannot achieve , Mu Lang, who did you dream of, was it me?... or a little lover who abandoned you before?"

Although lying on the bed in a weak position, Jiang Ya smiled very brightly. Mu Sha insisted on tattooing him but refused to explain it clearly. He would not tear Mu Sha's scars as he would take revenge. He admired the other party's rare gaffe and How can you be willing?

There was an unavoidable cruelty deliberately in the smile, like a hand flying out of the air, tearing apart the carefully protected emptiness.

"Mulang, an illusion is an illusion, don't take it seriously. The Buddha said, you can't get it because you don't ask for it, and you can't get it if you ask for it because you ask in vain."

As soon as the words fell, a pair of hands clamped his throat forcefully. Jiang Ya had difficulty breathing, and her eyes were black and almost breathless, but she was unwilling to add fuel to the fire.

"...no matter what you want...it's better...just rely on your elixir...make up a dream to lie to yourself...ha...it's so pitiful..."

Mu Sha's face was ashen, with an angry and sad expression on his face. When he looked at Jiang Ya, he seemed unable to restrain the resentment in his heart, as if he still had such a bit of hatred.

Jiang Ya has never seen his expression like this.

It would be a little unbearable.

He looked hesitantly at Musha, whose expression was quick and normal, and regretted his indiscretion.

Soon, Mu Sha let go of his hand, glanced lightly at Jiang Ya who was lying on the bed coughing tears, turned around and left.

He didn't come back until the whole day was over.

Jiang Ya stared blankly at the direction of the door, clenched the quilt tightly, lowered her eyes in disappointment, the apology lingering on her lips and teeth for a long time finally had nowhere to put it.

It is a hopeless and humble love that is only allowed to exist in the illusion.People who are so deeply loved don't know whether they should be happy or uneasy.

When the light leaking through the window paper illuminated the house bit by bit, the door was pushed open.

The person who walked in quietly stared at the completely cool body for a long time, then bent down and placed a very light kiss on the tattoo on his collarbone.

Then he pierced his chest with the long sword in his hand, hugged Su Yan's body tightly, and fell asleep together soaked in blood.