Rebirth was attacked by scum and stalked to death

He Chuiyi looked at his back motionlessly, with inexplicable powerlessness in his eyes.

In the past few days, Emperor Wu has been trying every means to avoid this topic. Whenever He Chuiyi mentioned it, he would use various excuses to interrupt.

He Chuiyi suddenly felt powerless, he couldn't figure out what exactly Emperor Wu wanted to do?Did he think that if he kept silent all the time, he would pay for it all his life?

If it was before, He Chuiyi might have, but now, he is not willing to pay for it all his life.

"Okay." He Chuiyi closed his eyes and nodded, perhaps, this is a good opportunity to meet Zhong Xiaoshi.

Emperor Wu heaved a sigh of relief without any trace, and said while walking: "Eunuch Zhong told me that the Canghai Jade Flute, which disappeared 100 years ago, appeared in Xuezhu Town."

"Canghai flute?!" He Chuiyi said in shock.

"That's right, it is the sea flute used by the ancestors of the Wugu clan to control Gu."

"How did it appear in Xuezhu Town?" He Chuiyi murmured palely.

Emperor Wu was wrong, the Canghai Jade Flute did not disappear 100 years ago, but He Chuiyi lost the whereabouts of the Canghai Flute completely after the death of his master when He Chuiyi was eight years old.

"I heard that someone offered a huge reward. People from all walks of life mobilized and dug three feet to find the Canghaidi. As for why it was sent to Xuezhu Town, I don't know." Emperor Wu said.

"Back then, the Witch Gu clan brought disaster to the Jin Dynasty, and the Canghaidi contributed a lot. Now do you want to return the Canghaidi to me?" He Chuiyi's eyes were full of disbelief, and his voice raised a lot unconsciously.

Emperor Wu finally turned around, looked at He Chuiyi very seriously, and said solemnly: "After that, the Jin Dynasty also exterminated the Wugu tribe. In the past 100 years, the Wugu tribe has not been spared, but you is innocent."

"I'm not innocent! I was born as a Wugu tribe, so I'm not innocent."

"No, He Chuiyi, you are innocent, and you are also a victim. The Canghai flute was originally a thing of the Wugu clan, and I want to return it to you."

"You're not afraid of me..."

Emperor Wu interrupted him nonchalantly: "I want to make you happy."

He Chuiyi suddenly opened his pupils wide, with mixed feelings in his heart.

"Emperor, are you doing this because you love me?"

Hearing this question, Emperor Wu was stunned for a moment, and did not rush to answer.

After a while, he sighed: "If I say yes, will you go back with me?"

He looked at He Chuiyi very seriously, not like a joke at all.

He Chuiyi shook his head firmly and said, "Absolutely not."

In an instant, Emperor Wu felt a burst of cold spread to his limbs and bones, freezing the blood in his whole body.

He looked at He Chuiyi cloudily, his eyes seemed to be able to eat people.

"In that case, why do you need to ask?"

He Cuiyi looked back at him nonchalantly, and said flatly: "I don't believe you love me, and I don't understand why you did all this."

"Emperor, in fact, you just enjoy being liked by others, thinking that you can exchange others' sincerity with false affection. You are not only greedy, but also self-righteous. You haven't changed at all. It's not that you have expectations for playthings, but playthings are everywhere. There is no one who really loves you."

His sharp words, like a smooth and sharp blade, stabbed Emperor Wu mercilessly.

"Thank you for informing Cang Haidi of whereabouts, I will get it back myself, don't bother you."

"Without Zhen, you can't get it." Emperor Wu's face was ashen, but his reason was still there, and he didn't want to argue with He Chuiyi.

He Chuiyi looked at him jokingly, his eyes were extremely sarcastic.

"If you can't get it, don't take it."

"I can help you." Emperor Wu ignored his eyes and said word by word.

He Chuiyi played with the flute on his waist, with an intriguing expression, he smiled and said, "Do you want me to owe you more? Emperor, don't worry about it, even if I can't get it, someone can get it for me."

"Who?" Emperor Wu's face froze.

"Why ask knowingly?"

"Desert bamboo?"

"It's him."

He Chuiyi stretched comfortably, and said with a smile, "I trust him quite a bit."

"Trust?" Emperor Wu repeated this sentence coldly, "You have only known him for a few days? How many years have I known you?"

"No, you're wrong. I've known you no longer than him, and I don't trust him. Do I trust a man who says nothing?"

"Forget it, what's the use of me talking to you. If I say it, will you let me go? Anyway, thank you for telling Cang Haidi's whereabouts, and I will not accompany you." He Cuiyi didn't intend to stay longer, and turned to leave after speaking .

At this time, Emperor Wu said, "I'll let you go."

He Chuiyi paused slightly, sneered and said, "You think I'll believe you? You don't need to let me go and return your favor, no one can stop me."

"No, as long as you promise me one thing, you will repay the favor."

He Chuiyi turned around in surprise, and asked, "What's the matter?"

Emperor Wu strode towards He Chuiyi, and leaned over to press him, "I will help you get the Canghai flute, and I want you to swear that after you leave here, you will never see Mozhu again in this life."

He Chuiyi looked at him fixedly, and did not speak for a long time.

His eyes wandered eagerly on He Cuiyi's face, "As long as you swear, I will immediately set you free."

He Cuiyi seemed to have heard something ridiculous, and distanced himself from him, "Emperor, is it worth doing this?"

Is it worth it?

Emperor Wu couldn't say it himself, maybe because he sensed that He Cuiyi treated Mozhu unusually, he was eager to know what He Cuiyi would choose between freedom and Mozhu.

He even forgot that he had given up his life in order to save He Chuiyi and keep He Cuiyi by his side.

But now, he actually wants to use what he got in exchange for his life to prove that He Chuiyi cares more about freedom and that Mozhu is not a special existence to him.

It's a pity that he will be disappointed in the end.

He Chuiyi smiled helplessly at him, "Forget it, I will get freedom sooner or later, no need to swear."

Emperor Wu froze as if he had been hit in the head, he suddenly thought of a terrible fact, perhaps, He Cuiyi would no longer belong to him!

This thought instantly made his eyes burn red, and a feeling of itching and pain from his lungs made him cough heart-piercingly, wishing to cough up all his internal organs.

His forehead was instantly covered with sweat, and his violent panting took away the color from his face. He propped himself up and looked at He Cuiyi, only to find that He Cuiyi had already walked towards the loop and didn't notice himself at all.

Sudden panic flooded Emperor Wu's body like a tide. He grabbed the last straw, stared at He Chuiyi's red figure, and tried his best not to make a sound.

In the end, that figure never looked back until it disappeared.

Emperor Wu suddenly remembered the day He Chuiyi left the palace.

I threw him in the snow, was he like me now, looking at the back of that person, praying desperately that he could look back, but he didn't.

He Chuiyi didn't know what happened behind him, and he didn't care.

When walking forward, there was a sound of wind blowing the grass and trees behind him. He Chuiyi turned his head sharply, but he was a step late after all.

A figure threw him to the grass, wrapped his hands around his waist, pressed his legs on both sides of his body, and pressed his chest tightly against him.

He Cuiyi clearly felt the messy heartbeat of the visitor.

The person who came propped up his body, his breathing was disordered.

Putting his hands next to He Cuiyi's ears, he lowered his head and looked at He Cuiyi's face carefully. The loosely tied black hair fell down and fell on He Cuiyi's face with a little itchiness.

"Mozhu? Why are you here?" He Chuiyi relaxed his body, with a faint smile on his lips.

"Where do you care about me?" Mo Zhu's fiery gaze fell on He Chuiyi, as if it had turned into a real thing, making He Chuiyi's whole body scald.

"You've been here all the time?" He Chuiyi asked softly.

"You care about me?" Mo Zhu's breathing was very unsteady, and he glared at He Chuiyi angrily.

He Chuiyi smiled happily, even the corners of his eyes were stained with warmth, and said: "Then why don't you come out?"

"You didn't call me again. Besides, what am I doing out here? See you and him flirting with each other?"

He Chuiyi's eyes lit up, "Are you really here?"

Mo Zhu's eyes flickered, and he said falteringly: "So what if you are here? If I don't watch for Zhong Xiaoshi, how can he seize the opportunity to see you?"

"I have a chance, tomorrow I will use an excuse to go down the mountain to get the Canghai flute..."

Mo Zhu gritted his teeth and said, "That is the opportunity I created for you!"

"Is the Canghai flute fake?" He Chuiyi asked in frustration.

Mo Zhu originally wanted to tease him, but when he saw that he was sad and unbearable, he confessed everything: "Really. The third younger brother took a mission to take away more than 100 people from Yinfeng Village, just to find Canghaidi."

"Who is the gold master?"

"I don't know. I persuaded my third brother to give up this mission and asked him to hand over the Canghai flute to me. He is still angry with me now."

He Chuiyi looked at him in surprise, "Why...why did you do this?"

Mo Zhu ground his teeth, bit his lips, and said vaguely: "He Chuiyi, you are a goblin."

He Chuiyi laughed lowly, "Why, are you scared?"

He raised his head and said with a resentful expression: "The dog emperor asked you to choose, why didn't you choose? He told you not to see me, so you didn't see me? You swore to me... I can still come to see you, so I don't have to make up my mind. God follows him."

He Cuiyi couldn't help laughing, shook his head and said: "He backtracked and I can't backtrack. If I swear, I really won't see you."

Mo Zhu tapped his forehead with his hand, "Why are you so stubborn."

"It's not stubborn, my master taught me this way."

"But luckily you didn't swear, otherwise..." His eyes drooped faintly.

He Chuiyi bent the corners of his lips innocently, "Otherwise what?"

"I did you in front of him!" As if it wasn't cruel enough, he added: "I'll do it to death!"

He Chuiyi let out a chuckle, "It's just that I took some money, you don't have to be so conscientious."

Mo Zhu's face turned dark immediately, "Then I have no reason with you, it makes no difference whether I see you or not."

"There is a difference."

Mo Zhu asked with a happy smile: "What's the difference?"

"Don't tell you."

Turning over from He Cuiyi, the two sat side by side on the grass.

He Cuiyi stared at the flute thoughtfully for a moment, then knocked with his right hand, a black and red Gu worm crawled out from the hair crown, crawled along He Cuiyi's shoulder towards Mozhu .

"What is this?"

"My natal Gu."

"Hiss..." The natal Gu pierced into Mo Zhu's skin, "Why did you let it pierce me?"

"Prevent you from being accidentally injured when you underestimate me."

"..."

Seeing that it was getting late, He Chuiyi looked in the direction of Emperor Wu, not knowing what he was doing, and he didn't follow for so long.

"Go back first, and talk about it tomorrow."

The two got up and walked towards Yongquan Temple one after the other.

Not long after they left, there was a muffled cough from behind the grass where the two had stayed, and immediately after, a stream of blood spilled on the emerald green grass.

The moon-white clothes had already been stained a lot of scarlet.

The author has something to say: I suddenly discovered that it seems like a temptation to Chui Chui in front of Mo Zhu...

Don't, chui chui should be the general attack