Reversed

Wait until the moon is in the middle of the sky, and everyone has gone to bed.

Mu Yu sneaked into Mao Mao's room silently in the dark, and was pointed at by the vigilant Mao Mao with a sword.

"Light rain?"

When the lamp was lit, the dim yellow candle flame flickered, and the blood in Mu Yu's phoenix eyes had not yet faded, adding more shadows at this moment.

"Give me your hand."

Maomao hesitated for a moment, but still handed over her bandaged left hand.

Mu Yu touched the bandage cautiously, before suddenly overturning the table next to him without warning.

The table and the teapot and cups hit the door with a loud noise, followed by Mu Yu's low growl as if he could bear it to the extreme.

"Mu Xuanying! Hero Mu!! Do you think you are the savior!!! Do you think you can save everyone!?"

Outside the door, Xie Yuan, who lived next door and heard the movement, was blindsided.

He seemed to have heard a strange... name just now?

Following closely behind, Yue Nonghen shook his head slightly at Lin Keren, and the two reached a consensus, one left and the other restraining Leader Xie to return to his room.

Husband and wife quarrel, it is better not to meddle.

Isn't there a saying that goes well, quarrel at the head of the bed and get together at the end of the bed.

Anyway, as long as you roll the sheets, you will be fine when you get up tomorrow morning.

63

Mao Mao has already gone to bed, her hair is disheveled and her clothes are a little disheveled.

But the two of them are old couples, so there is nothing to be shy about.

The bodies are very close, and the black hair is ambiguously entangled, as if they are tied with Jun.

Maomao felt a little helpless and pulled back his thoughts of not knowing where he was going. He had been like this since he was a child, and he was always happy when he saw everything. Obviously Xiao Yu was very angry. If he was so distracted, he would definitely be angrier!

But this time it can be an exception. Mu Yu, who has vented somewhere, has a strong smell of alcohol on her body, and she is a little bit stinky just by smelling it.

He could only pray that Xiao Yu didn't get drunk outside, if someone recognized his identity, it would be a catastrophe.

Mu Yu was obviously drunk, and he didn't care what time it was to directly lift the table to disturb the people. Fortunately, because of Xie Yuan's arrival, Maomao took over the inn spontaneously, and at most he would reward the shopkeeper and the waiter with some money tomorrow to make up for it.

Maomao didn't say anything to Mu Yu's questioning, and it was useless to say anything to an unconscious person.

Seeing that the drunken man calmed down, Maomao helped him onto the bed with one hand, planning to spend the night and ask Xiao Er to bring some hot water to wash up tomorrow.

This inn is not too big, but it is very quiet, and the rooms are neatly arranged, which is not bad.

The bed is more than enough to sleep two big men, but there is no straw under the wooden bed, and it creaks when you sleep on it with a little movement.

The left hand can't use much strength, it is really difficult to serve people with one hand, just as Mao Mao threw Mu Yu onto the quilt, suddenly the world was spinning.

The back of his head hit the soft pillow, and Mu Yu was on top of him, looking down on him.

Maomao couldn't laugh or cry, it seemed that even if he lost consciousness, Mu Yu's instinct was still there.

Mu Yu bowed her head expressionlessly, her black hair like a curtain, and when she got close, she realized that those phoenix eyes, which had not retreated from the blood, were a chaos full of murderous intent.

"...Rather than let you die in a place I don't know because of other people, it's better..."

The thoughtless muttering was heard by Mao Mao, he was a little funny, but he still relaxed his body, let Mu Yu's white and slender fingers pinch his throat because he wore gloves for many years, slowly Tighten slowly.

The pharyngeal bone creaked and was forced by an external force. The vocal cords were first injured, followed by the trachea and bones.

He looked at him, as gentle and soft as ever, including pampering, his vocal cords were damaged, and his voice became hoarse.

"It's better to kill me, right?"

It was obviously a light and light sentence with a smile, but Mu Yu retracted her hands and straightened her body as if she had been scalded. The handsome face that was so delicate and charming that it was unforgettable at any time turned pale, and the bloody phoenix eyes instantly turned pale. Ching Ming.

The drunk man finally woke up.

"Maomao, I..."

Mu Yu's throat was dry, and his eyes fell on the prominent black and blue fingerprints on the smooth neck of the man below him. He couldn't move his eyes away, and his hands trembled in fear.

He didn't know what was going on, he seemed to be dazed, and he started his hands by accident.

Maomao put his hand on Mu Yu's, and squeezed it gently and firmly - Xiao Yu will not let Xiao Yu escape today, and Xiao Yue discovered the physical condition he tried to hide, so there is not much time left.

"I know, you won't hurt Maomao." Maomao smiled reassuringly, "The only one you want to kill is Mu Xuanying."

Mu Yu was startled, and subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand, but Mao Mao's strength in holding him was astonishing, and the bandaged left hand was even more bloody.

The dazzling red stopped all his struggles.

Seeing Mu Yu showing panic and bewilderment, like a child who keeps wandering at the crossroads, Mao Mao felt sore and distressed.

Now the timing is just right, he has avoided it for many years, and it is time to pull out the thorn deeply buried in Mu Yu's heart.

Short-term pain is worse than long-term pain, even if it is bloody.

Pressing Mu Yu's head firmly to his neck, Maomao rested his chin on his shoulder, and the injured hand firmly pressed down on his waist to prevent him from getting up.

Only in this way, he and he could not see each other's faces, and in this way, he could take the thorn in Mu Yu's heart that had grown into one with flesh and blood without hesitation and distress.

"Xiao Yu, do you still remember that encounter in front of the Nanzhao Palace a long time ago? You asked me if I mistook you for Brother Mo Yu, but Crazy Mo from the Valley of the Wicked."

"I didn't understand at the time, I thought you were afraid that I would deny you if you changed, but then I realized that what you were afraid of was only me changing, and you were afraid that I was just Mu Xuanying, not the one who stayed in your heart forever. Mao Mao who fell off the cliff in Maple Valley."

"Don't...don't say..."

Mu Yu's body trembled violently, struggling to leave, Maomao had no choice but to move her legs to lock the person close to her.

"Xiaoyu and Maomao depend on each other for life, and they are the life of each other, but Mu Xuanying is different. He has a benevolent father who is praised by others, an uncle who is also a teacher and a father, and many elders who are friendly relatives and friends."

"Maomao can protect Xiaoyu with his life, but Mu Xuanying can sacrifice his life for many people."

"To me, Mao Mao is Mu Xuanying, but to you, Xiao Yu, Mu Xuanying is not your Mao Mao."

Being denied his own existence, he was not without grievances, but when he saw Xiao Yu's horny and almost crazy expression, he felt so distressed that he had no reason to cry, and in the end he could only turn into deep exhaustion and helplessness.

Xiao Yu is always like this, immersed in the past of time, unable to let go, dare not let go, and don't want to let go.

Probably because, once he lets go, he has nothing left.

Maomao combed Mu Yu's long hair again and again, and the voice of his injured voice became hoarse. If the two of them weren't so close, it might not be easy to hear them.

"I know you are in pain, but we will all grow up, meet all kinds of people, have things we have to do, and all kinds of responsibilities that we must bear."

"No matter what Xiaoyu becomes, I won't mind. Why do you have to distinguish Xiaoyu so clearly?"

I have to twist this problem into a knot in my heart and torture myself over and over again.

"However, if you want time to stop forever, there is only one way, Xiao Yu, you understand, don't you?"

"As long as you kill me, if you kill Mu Xuanying, I'll be just Xiao Yu's fluff forever."

Back then in Qiandao Lake, Mo Yu really wanted to kill him, but in the end, for some reason, he reined in the precipice, leaving him with all the veins and veins all over his body stagnated by Snow Condensation Kung Fu, causing Sanyang to die.

At that time, he himself was so desperate because of Mo Yu's killing intent that he gave up on himself, but he still deserved to die. The one who saved him was the master who happened to pass by Qiandao Lake, regardless of the reason or identity, everything It all comes down to a Buddha's name and a predestined relationship.

Later, when he saw this master again in Luoyan City, he realized that he was Master Du Qi who Uncle Xie had been looking for for a long time and could rescue him.

It's just that Mo Yu lost his memory at that time, and his saber Seven Star Dragon Yuan was also damaged, and he no longer had the idea of ​​living.

His elder brother Mo Yu was freed from amnesia, and he was exhausted struggling to live as Mu Xuanying, and he didn't have enough motivation to persevere.

Therefore, Master Duqi's eyes were like mirrors, and he folded his palms in compassion, "Amitabha, I can't save the benefactor."

The heart is dead, living is just torture.

"Can't kill, I can't kill you..."

Mu Yu refuted weakly, but he couldn't even convince himself. He knew very clearly that what Mao Mao said was the truth, the reality he had been avoiding all along.

He drew the ground into a prison, and was forced by his crazy persistence to kill Mu Xuanying several times, but his subconscious mind kept his hand before his body.

He vaguely understood that if he really killed this person with his own hands, then everything would be irreparable, and at that time, he would lose something very important.

"I have never understood, you are in such pain, and you can be relieved after losing your memory, why do you still recover your memory?"

In that way, even though he is unwilling and still has regrets, he can face death with peace of mind. Why is it not enough for you, Xiao Yu, to torture yourself for the rest of your life, and why do you continue to torture yourself for the rest of your life with memories?

"I do not know."

What Mu Yu said was the truth, although the existence of Mu Xuanying made him feel hopeful and full of pain, but the muddle-headed days after amnesia made him even more empty.

I don't know... It's enough for him to have hope even though he knows that Xiao Yu won't give the answer he wants!

But it doesn't matter, if you don't say it, let me say it.

Mao Mao smiled wryly, his eyes were blurred, and his slightly choked voice was not obvious because his throat was damaged.

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