live to death

The night was getting darker, and Mo Yinhe hadn't fallen asleep yet.

The sound insulation of the room was very good, Mo Yinhe didn't know when Shi Yuan would come back.

Fatty approached Mo Yinhe, and was hugged by Mo Yinhe and placed under his jaw.

"Master, the world line describes Quan Jinxi's success very vaguely. It only says that Shi Ruqing was with him and he succeeded in taking down the Gu family. So where should we start now?" He has a certain amount of wisdom, but when facing the world line, he still helps Mo Yinhe based on Mo Yinhe's ideas and requirements.

In the final analysis, the brain is just a tool to help the balancer complete the task.It's just that whether to use it or not, how to use it, depends on the individual.

However, Mo Yinhe did not answer Fatty's question. He asked a question that was irrelevant: "If I become a ranger, where should you go?"

Fatty didn't answer.

After a long time, Fatty replied softly: "I'm just a brain. Logically speaking, I should find another host, but there should still be rewards."

Fatty didn't answer Mo Yinhe's question directly, but Mo Yinhe already knew the answer.

Rangers don't have brains, so their actions should be directly obeying the orders of the Lord God.

The master and servant were silent.

The last s decision is far away, but it is not far away.

One day, we must separate.

Mo Yin and the force on Fatty's body increased by two points: "Ah, we still have to separate one day."

"Yeah, stupid master, Fatty can't stay with you forever. But you can't stop doing missions just because of this. The sooner you become a ranger, the sooner you get real freedom, even if you don't have Fatty's company It must be very happy."

Mo Yinhe laughed suddenly, and pressed Fatty: "Don't think so far. Who knows how long it will take for S's decision."

Fatty was silent, but in fact he did not agree.

In Ah Fat's view, separation is already close at hand.

"Stupid master, don't sleep! You'll catch a cold!"

There was no reaction at all.

Fatty sighed. He had no hands and feet, and he couldn't interfere with the world. He could only get under the quilt, and raised Mo Yin, who had fallen asleep on the quilt, and the quilt beside him, barely covering him.

Although Fatty covered Mo Yinhe with a quilt, something happened to Mo Yinhe the next day.

I don't know if it's because Shiyoubai's body is too weak, he broke down emotionally at the funeral, went home and slept without a good quilt, Mo Yinhe woke up the next day with a fever.

His face was flushed with fever, and he couldn't wake up no matter how Fatty yelled. He could only wait for the housekeeper to find out about Mo Yinhe's abnormal state.

When Shi Yuan arrived at Mo Yinhe's room, Mo Yinhe still didn't wake up and was still in high fever.

Fatty was very worried about Mo Yinhe's condition.Logically speaking, Shi Yaobai's body should not be that weak. If it is normal to have a high fever due to excessive sadness, but he has been in a coma all morning and has not woken up until now, this is very problematic.

The family doctor kept by Mo Yinhe's side all the time, and Shi Yuan grabbed Dr. Li as soon as he arrived: "Doctor Li, what's the matter with glaze white?"

Dr. Li changed Mo Yinhe's towel, touched his forehead, and looked at Shi Yuan with a bit of embarrassment.

Shi Yuan frowned: "Doctor Li, no matter what happens, you must tell me the truth."

Doctor Li looked at Mo Yinhe with pity or helplessness.

"Young master is indeed weak and in a trance because of excessive grief. But the reason why he has such a high fever and does not wake up is very simple. There should be soul patterns on his body." Dr. Li looked at Mo who curled up into a small ball. Yinhe said so.

In such a family, with such an identity, meeting his soul mate should not be a good thing.

Shi Yuan frowned.

He naturally knows what a soul mate is, and it is introduced in biology textbooks, but it is not easy to meet in real life.

Once soul mates meet, soul patterns will appear.The soul pattern is the opponent's mark.Although it is just a mark, the mark usually has a strong personal characteristic, letting people know who it represents.

However, Shi Yaobai met so many people at the funeral the day before, and many of them were business partners, which made it impossible for Shi Yuan to start.

Who is Shiglabai's soul mate?

Shi Yuan looked at Mo Yinhe, who was blushing, and saw that he was pursing his lips, and he could see that he was not feeling well.

Fatty was stunned when he heard it.

soul mate?

Isn't soulmate an unnecessary existence in this world?Why does the host have a soul mate?He doesn't belong to this world at all, and he's just a wandering soul at all.

He is wandering in the endless universe and has not yet found a place to live.He has no shore to rely on at all, so how could he find an isolated island that belongs only to him in this vast ocean?

No matter how flustered the outside world is, none of this has anything to do with Mo Yinhe.

At this moment, Mo Yinhe was falling into a nightmare.

He watched his soul drifting in the endless darkness, but he was powerless to stop his soul from stopping, he could only watch it drifting, not knowing where he would yearn for.

Mo Yinhe watched his soul wander for an unknown amount of time, and it seemed that it finally stopped. Only then did he realize that while he was waiting for the soul to stop, his soul had already docked on a piece of land.

Mo Yinhe looked at the barren land around him, and suddenly a sprout appeared in front of him, very small, but it was not a lively green sprout, but a night-like dark sprout.

Mo Yinhe couldn't go anywhere, he could only look at this bud with the indifference of death.

The buds gradually began to grow, and grew into a cluster of black slender thorns, approaching Mo Yinhe.

Mo Yinhe looked at the thorns gradually approaching him, but did not dodge.He couldn't dodge, and he wasn't afraid of this bush of thorns.Mo Yinhe clearly understood that this was just a dream.

Here, he didn't feel the slightest uneasiness.

Even when the thorn was close to him, he felt a burning heat emanating from his soul.

The thorns did not penetrate Mo Yinhe's soul, but clung to his soul, only surrounding him.

The thorns didn't hurt Mo Yinhe, it just trapped Mo Yinhe as if it was his property, so that Mo Yinhe could move but couldn't leave.

Suddenly, flowers bloomed on the thorns.

Black roses bloomed.

The faint fragrance of flowers surrounded Mo Yinhe, and when Mo Yinhe smelled the fragrance of flowers, he felt sleepy for a while.This fragrance is not the floral fragrance of roses.Mo Yinhe still knew the smell of roses.

This smell is very light, but this trace of coldness is more aggressive.

This fragrance enveloped Mo Yinhe, trapping him arbitrarily, just like the thorns.

The whole body is getting hotter and hotter, and a scorching heat is produced in the soul.Mo Yinhe could tell that it was a kind of anxiety, as if he was yearning for something.His soul was clamoring its longing to him, but Mo Yinhe didn't know what the longing from his own soul was.

Mo Yinhe's soul gradually fell asleep.

The thorns came closer to him and began to wrap around him before he was plunged into darkness.

The thorns of the thorns did not hurt Mo Yinhe, it was more like they aimed all the thorns at the person who wanted to get close to Mo Yinhe.

……

In another dream, a lazy lion sleeps in a field of roses.

It sweeps its tail lazily, without even raising its eyes to see anyone coming, it just lies in the flower field, as if waiting for its servant to pay tribute to it.

It raised its eyes slightly, lazy and arrogant.

The visitor walked into the flower field with a smile, completely ignoring the pain caused by the rose thorns piercing the body.

The lion raised its eyes, and it was no surprise that someone would approach it.It didn't dodge or evade, allowing people to come to it, and then slowly knelt down in front of it.

The lion and the visitor looked at each other.

The same cold light flickered in the two pairs of eyes.

Suddenly the lion opened its mouth as if to bite the man's neck, but he didn't dodge or dodge, letting the lion threaten him.

The lion didn't bite him, it opened its mouth and bit his heart.

A tiny drop of blood rolled down and dripped onto a nearby rose.

The lion looked at the rose indifferently, and the visitor picked it off knowingly.

Gradually, the visitor seemed sleepy, and shortly after picking the roses, he fell asleep in the rose field holding the roses in his hand.

Looking at his sleeping face, the lion stood up silently, walked to him, surrounded him, and then fell asleep.

The lion and his head leaned together, and they fell into a dark and sweet dream together.