Reversed

Yuanyou also habitually chooses this method.

Gulu swallowed blood that didn't belong to him in one gulp. Under Mu Yu's teasing, the black-toothed Yuanyou, who was able to speak even though his vocal cords were damaged, recited a foreign curse with a strange tone.

As if being pricked by a needle, Mu Yu raised his hands and covered his face with his brain throbbing. A large number of deeply buried memories flooded him with negative emotions.

——It was a repeat of the scene where Heizhi Yuanyou tried to control Mo Yu back then!

"Light rain!"

Maomao yelled nervously, a little uncertain whether Mu Yu would make the same mistake of the same year, but beside him was Mo Rongrong who was holding his wrist tightly and her eyes were red, and there was another girl who would cry if you dared to move again. Chen Yue, he really couldn't leave.

The rain was too heavy, and the blood on the face and body was mercilessly washed down. At this time, both the powder and the bandages were wet, and even if they were bandaged, they would only get twice the result with half the effort.

Chen Yue looked worried and distressed, and the bandaged hand was so strong that it seemed to vent her anger, Maomao couldn't help shrinking her hand, and let out a "hiss" in pain.

"Yo, you still know it hurts?"

The yin and yang voice made Mao Mao couldn't help shrinking her neck with a bitter face, and her wet ponytail bowed down in dejection, looking pitiful.

Chen Yue didn't lose her temper at all because of Maomao's pitiful appearance now. She knew from a young age that Maomao was more obedient than Xiaoyu, but this didn't mean that he wasn't difficult to deal with. On the contrary, he was more stubborn than Xiaoyu. Broken blood never looked back.

What's even more distressing is that he always protects others and would rather get hurt himself. Every time his scarred body breaks her heart.

"Xuanying."

Mo Lei had already restrained Yue Zhenxiao, dragged her tightly bound husband to this side, and raised her chin at Mu Yu domineeringly, "Aren't you going to help?"

Maomao was overwhelmed by the opponent's queen, and Mo Rongrong and Chen Yue, who were staring at each other from the left and right, were restrained softly and hard, making her look even more bitter.

"It shouldn't matter." Xiao Yu wasn't controlled back then, and his memory was forcibly erased because he couldn't control it. Take his orders when these people break down."

"It's the same for the sword master, and it's also the same for the right guardian of Mingjiao." Maomao turned to the crazy Yue Zhenxiao, with a sad expression, "Since Yue Zhenxiao is controlled by the black tooth Yuanyou, he must have seen... Lord Yan's body ..."

Yan Zhenqing, Yifu Yiyou's respected teacher, became like that, which was enough to make Yue Zhenxiao collapse in an instant.

Xu Shi finally got to the point, Yue Zhenxiao hugged his head and screamed unbearably, and fell down on the muddy ground with tears streaming down his face, "Teacher, teacher, teacher..."

Mo Lei gently combed his wet hair with her fingers, and kissed her forehead affectionately, her blood eyes that were silent and sad quietly closed, "Mayah, I'm fine now..."

——She has already learned not to expect too much, and being alive is already the greatest gift.

"Master..."

People have many habitual actions, such as when rainwater slides down the cheeks and into the mouth, they will swallow it unconsciously.

As soon as Mo Rongrong opened her mouth, her voice was hoarse, implying pain. The burning sensation rushed from her throat to her internal organs, causing her to curl up her fingers in an instant. She was highly nervous and moody ups and downs. The momentary dizziness was enough to make her limp.

Mao Mao's conditioned reflex hugged him tightly, and his uninjured hand stroked away the blushing sticking to his face. Mo Rongrong frowned in pain, and his slightly parted lips were dark and purple, which looked abnormal.

"Master..."

"Rongrong?" Leaning on the tree as gently as possible, "Xiaoyue!"

Chen Yue squatted down and stretched out her hand to feel the pulse, but the tentacles were cold.

Mo Rongrong tightened her long sleeves, which were drooping, and her lips trembled, "It's cold..."

The heavy rain has become smaller, but the falling water droplets are getting colder and colder, and there are faintly inconspicuous snowflakes falling, which have melted before touching the ground.

Maomao just wanted to input internal force to keep her warm, but Chen Yue had already diagnosed the cause, "Poisoned."

poison?Where did the poison come from?And it was fine before.

Suddenly remembered something, Maomao brushed Mo Rongrong's face that was washed clean by the rain, changing color in vain.

"Rongrong, you swallowed my blood!?"

The Mo family's poisonous curse is fused in the blood and passed down from generation to generation, and ordinary people can't be infected at all.

He was injured just now to save someone, and Mo Rongrong's face was inevitably stained with his blood, which must have been washed by the rain and accidentally swallowed it.

"Young master... I'm sorry..." Probably because when you are weak, you are always fragile. Mo Rongrong, who was originally just red-eyed, couldn't help but choked up, "Young master..."

Mao Mao lowered her head, the corners of her mouth slightly curled up, but her black eyes seemed to be crying.

"I should say I'm sorry, I promised to protect you."

The emotion in those eyes was too heavy, Mo Rongrong didn't understand, she just wondered why this man had completely pampered her from the very first meeting, so she couldn't help but be more self-willed, more self-willed.

Even though she was just a stranger with no blood relationship, why did she feel warmer and happier than her so-called blood relative? Why would there be such a person in the world?

"Go to sleep first, you'll be fine soon."

"Master?"

Mo Rongrong was puzzled to the point of uneasiness, but her body weakened so quickly that she didn't even have the strength to bend her fingers. She shook her head with difficulty, but Mao Mao was rarely forced to hold her in her arms.

"Hush, bear with me a little longer, it will end soon."

The rain didn't know when it stopped, and there were white snowflakes one after another, and the surrounding temperature became colder and colder, as if even the blood was about to freeze.

This is not an illusion, Mo Rongrong's consciousness gradually deepened, from the neck to the heart, the place touched by the hand really began to freeze.

—So this is Ning Xue Gong?

"Maomao?"

Chen Yue took a step back in fear. After all, Mo Rongrong's upper body began to frost at a speed visible to the naked eye, which was too challenging for cognition.

Maomao used his finger as a blade, and Mo Rongrong's frosty skin was easily cut open, and the dark purple blood flowed out, but this was not enough.

"elder sister!"

Mo Lei flicked her fingers, and a green vine rushed into the wound. Even though she lost consciousness, Mo Rongrong still convulsed, and her body healed quickly.

"Is it possible? Maybe she won't be able to accept my spiritual plant." Mo Lei is the only exception in the Mo family, and the poisonous curse on her body will not cause it, probably because she is not a living person. I'm as dead as a living."

"Valley of the Wicked, never cared about these things."

It is a place of extreme evil, but it is also a place of tolerance. One day, the Haoqi League will disappear, but the Valley of the Wicked will continue to exist according to its own rules.

"It sounds like a good place. If Maya calms down one day, I will take him to Yan's family to visit the grave, and then go to the Valley of the Wicked."

"Then Xiaoyu and I are waiting for you at any time."

Mo Lei nodded, dignified and generous, and then disappeared into a hazy swamp of green vines with Yue Zhenxiao in her arms, leaving only the lingering fragrance.

"Maomao." Chen Yue swallowed, and moved closer to Maomao.

The surrounding area became colder due to the Snow Condensation Technique, and the gas emitted when he spoke turned into white smoke and dispersed, "Xiaoyu, is he alright?"

When Mu Yu was mentioned, Maomao fell silent. He turned his head to look at Mu Yu, who was not much better than going crazy. His beautiful long black hair was already covered with frost. From a distance, it looked like black hair and white hair.

"I do not know."

"Then you should know something."

Chen Yue grabbed Mao Mao's injured hand that was covered with bandages, angrily, "What's the matter with your pulse?"

Floating and erratic, unstable pulse, lack of Qi in the middle, no medicine or stone has been cured.

"You avoided the pulse on purpose to prevent me from noticing it, right! You clearly knew it, you clearly knew it..."

Chen Yue knelt on the ground, pulling Mao Mao's arms and shoulders trembling, teardrops fell down.

Maomao patted his little friend's head comfortingly, but his eyes never left Mu Yu's figure, and his voice was helpless and tired.

"Xiaoyue, you don't understand, 25 years old is a death calamity that I can't escape, but if it can solve the knot in Xiaoyu's heart, it will be enough."

"I don't understand, I really don't understand!"

"Xiaoyue, do you know that he never called me Xuanying."

"so what?"

"That means that Xuanying should not exist."

"I still don't understand, what's the point? Isn't it just a name?"

"But it's just so important to me and to him, so important..."

Chen Yue suddenly felt bewildered, the Maomao in front of her was so familiar yet unfamiliar, just like the light rain in the sunny day that day, people could not feel panic about the unknown changes in it.

62

If there is one thing Mu Yu hates the most, it is the fact that she keeps losing Mao Mao.

Consciousness was chaotic, and he kept repeating the lingering nightmare.

He kept searching in the sea of ​​ruins and flames in Daoxiang Village, but he couldn't find the little figure of Mao Mao.

Searching again and again, disappointed again and again, a strange voice bewitched him to stop this pointless persistence, but he ignored it.

Immediately afterwards, he found that he was dreaming of Fenghua Valley again, and Mao Mao jumped down from the cliff holding the Kongming Jue, and disappeared in the strong wind surging up from the bottom of the cliff as if embracing freedom.

How many times in his nightmares he could only helplessly watch Mao Mao disappear from the top of the cliff, but this time, he closed his eyes and jumped down.

Then, all the dreams, all the hallucinations, all disappeared.

He finally remembered.

In the past, Heizhi Yuanyou used these nightmares to hope that he would collapse, but unfortunately he lost to Mo Yu's morbid persistence that would never give up. , Mo Yu mercilessly fabricated those