Heartthrob [Transmigration Book]

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Chen Mo seemed to have eyes in the back, he threw out the broken knife, and nailed the pounced humanoid monster to the wall.

Mu Chiyu's head ached from the screams that were so close at hand.

"Brother Mo?" Shen Jiayu waved her hand, as if saying something to the people outside.

Chen Mo shook his head slightly, put his hand on the front of the car, moved his fingers slightly, and then pushed hard, the whole car was pushed out of the black mist.

The three people in the car were pushed dizzily, and when they realized it, they were already far away from Chen Mo.

Shen Jiayu couldn't hear the voice clearly, and could only tell what he meant from the gesture of his mouth.

Chen Mo pointed to Xia Mu Chiyu, and said to Shen Jiayu, "Take care of him, I'll be right back."

Shen Jiayu turned her head to look at Mu Chiyu, who seemed to be delirious, her heart tightened inexplicably, and she subconsciously grabbed the umbrella in her arms, feeling a little more at ease, and nodded slowly towards Chen Mo.

Then she saw Chen Mo turn around without hesitation, and walked towards the place where the black energy was the thickest.

Feng Qingyang almost cried in fright: "Brother Mo is going to go into the tiger's den alone, isn't his knife all broken? What if he gets infected? Then can we go out?"

Shen Jiayu raised her umbrella and knocked on his forehead, and pouted twice bitterly: "Why don't you say something good! Brother Mo will be fine, he is the strongest when he doesn't use a knife!"

Having said that, Shen Jiayu felt a little uncertain.

She had heard that Chen Mo was very powerful a long time ago, but she had never really seen Chen Mo's serious appearance. Usually, most problems can be solved with a single swing of a knife.

Chen Mo and Cheng Lu didn't let her follow those dangerous missions, but her brother took her to see some "markets".

Her brother is a well-known genius in the industry. The battle scenes are comparable to blockbuster movies with fast reactions and strong physical fitness. The speed is as fast as pressing dozens of times fast forward.

It looks cool from a distance, but when you watch it up close, you will be so scared that you almost spit out your heart.

The high temperature and heat wave trembled and roared, and the gravel flew, as if we were in the end of the world.

After Shen Jiayu vomited once, she touched her little heart and refused to hang out with her brother, leaving behind a psychological shadow that is still difficult to heal.

But she also intuitively realized how strong her brother is.

A human being less than one floor tall single-handedly teased a monster more than a dozen stories high in his palm with ease. When the monster fell to the ground, he was covered with dust on the corners of his clothes. Talking and laughing happily, by the way, she despised her mortal sister from head to toe.

A person as powerful and proud as her brother admits that Chen Mo is stronger than him, more than ten times a hundred times.

The strength that has been recognized so far is obviously not simply because of a weapon.

Shen Jiayu hadn't put her mind to the end when she heard Feng Qingyang's screaming voice distorted to the point of being out of shape.

"Mu, Brother Mu!" Feng Qingyang tugged at his hair, staring at the unconscious Mu Chiyu with wide eyes, "W-what's going on?! When did it get on?!"

Shen Jiayu froze for a moment, wanting to poke her head out to see.

Feng Qingyang pulled her back with such force that his finger bones were deformed. He looked at the driver's seat vigilantly and pushed Shen Jiayu back to the opposite corner door.

A faint black air lingered on Mu Chiyu's body, spreading into the compartment little by little.

26, 70-71

◎Ugly refusal◎

70.

evening.

The wind and snow were blowing outside the house, Mu Chiyu put down the half-read book, got up and went to the living room to pour water, when he raised his head inadvertently, he vaguely saw two figures.

At first he thought he was wrong.

This heavy snow fell for two days in a row. The snow was piled up to calf height, and the traffic system in the main city was almost paralyzed. Everyone stayed at home on vacation, quietly waiting for the snow to stop.

Even the erosion, which has always been day and night, seemed to be temporarily frozen by the snow, so Mu Chiyu was able to have a few days off.

Nobody should be hanging around anymore.

Mu Chiyu sat back with a cup in his hand, and finished reading the remaining half of the book.

When he rubbed his eyes and poured water again, he found a large black ink on the edge of the window, like the back of a fluffy head.

Mu Chiyu was stunned for a moment, put down the cup, opened the door and looked outside.

Two children, one big and one small, were squatting at the door of his house, probably sheltering from the wind and snow under the eaves, staring blankly into the distance.

The older one was wearing a black robe, with long black hair that reached to his waist. Just looking at his back, he could easily be mistaken for a girl, but when he turned his head, his face was delicate but sharp, and it was undoubtedly a boy. His skin was strikingly white, making him look extraordinarily pale and fragile.

The younger one might be his younger brother, he didn't look much like him, but he was hugged tightly in his arms, his eyes were half closed, and he looked extremely tired.

Mu Chiyu looked at Fengxue, at the blushing complexion of the younger child, hesitated for a moment, and opened the door wider.

"Do you want to come in and take a rest?" Mu Chiyu asked, "You can wait for the snow to stop before leaving."

Neither of the two children responded, the younger one was weak and unconscious, and the older one seemed not to understand.

Mu Chiyu pointed to the child in his arms, and said, "Your brother doesn't seem to be feeling well, maybe it's too cold."

The long-haired boy took a beat to react, nodded slowly, hugged the child in his arms, and said stumbledly, "Okay, thank you, thank you."

The voice is hoarse, not unpleasant, but it seems that he has not spoken for a long time so that he is not used to speaking.

Mu Chiyu moved the stool and turned on the electric heater in the living room. The bright orange-yellow light reflected blood on the boy's pale side face, and the snowflakes accumulated on the smaller coat fell down rustlingly. Quickly melt into snow water.

When passing over two cups of hot water, Mu Chiyu accidentally touched the young man's fingertips, and was startled to feel that the other party's body was scorching hot.

The boy didn't feel any discomfort, Mu Chiyu shook his head when he asked, but the kid next to him seemed to have a fever, but he held on to the boy's hand tightly and refused to let go.

Mu Chiyu had no choice but to dig out the antipyretics in the medicine box, handed them to the boy and asked him to feed it, and soon the child fell into a drowsy sleep.

Before falling down, the child murmured "brother".

Mu Chiyu flipped the pages of the book and couldn't calm down, looked at the boy with open eyes, put down the book, and asked him, "Aren't you sleepy?"

The boy shook his head slowly.

Mu Chiyu asked again: "What's your name?"

The boy's black eyes moved, and he seemed to be thinking about the question seriously. After a while, he replied: "Chen Mo."

Mu Chiyu pointed to the child in his arms and asked, "Your brother?"

The boy said "hmm".

"what is it call?"

"Cheng Law."

"Where are you from?"

"southwest."

"Where are the parents?"

"died."

……

The young man is not good at talking, or it may be that he really seldom speaks. Mu Chiyu asked and he answered. Although he is not very good at chatting, he is not very good at hiding.

Chen Mo is 15 years old and Cheng Lu is 11 years old. The two half-year-old children depend on each other and have similar surnames. Mu Chiyu didn't ask carefully, thinking that they are brothers.

When it was completely dark, Cheng Lv woke up.

Mu Chiyu saw the child sweating from sleep, and looked at the thin clothes on the two people compared to winter, and the empty hands of the two, and pushed them into the steaming bathroom.

There were still some old clothes of the younger siblings at home, and Mu Chiyu took two sets out and put them at the bathroom door, marking the approximate size.

The clothes of the small one are a bit too big, and you can come out clean after taking a shower. It seems that the family is spoiled and raised with delicate skin and tender flesh.

The bigger one was a little short, and there were obvious red marks around the neck and wrists, which became more conspicuous on the pale skin after the heat evaporated, as if it had been bound for a long time by something like a leather ring.

It was only when I was walking that I noticed that there were also wounds on the ankles, the cuffs were up, and there were several wounds that had just scabbed, hidden under the sleeves.

May have been abused.

Mu Chiyu didn't feel the overflowing spiritual power from them, and only regarded them as children from ordinary people.

He felt that the two children were lonely and pitiful, but he didn't have any more thoughts.

Two younger sisters and one younger brother in the family are enough to give him a headache. It is the limit to meet a strange boy at the door of the house, and to be kind enough to feed him.

Mu Chiyu didn't slack off at dinner as usual when he was alone, and cooked a little more sumptuously.

The snow stopped when I got up the next morning, and it was a cloudless and sunny day, and the sun shone warmly on my body.

Mu Chiyu received the news in the middle of the night, and went to the association in the morning, got up early in the morning and made breakfast, washed and folded the clothes that the two children had changed, put them in an old school bag that was not used, and packed some water and dry food .

When handing the backpack to the boy, Mu Chiyu told him in detail how to get to the main city and which direction to find the police station for help.

After breakfast they went out together, one went left and the other went right.

Chen Mo stood under the shadow of the eaves for a while.

Mu Chiyu turned his head and asked him what's wrong.

Chen Mo said, "I hate the sun."

The strong light made him feel very uncomfortable, and his brows were tightly frowned, but he didn't stop because of it, he just stood in the shadow and got used to it for a while.

Looking at his pale skin, Mu Chiyu had a lot of guesses in an instant, but was suppressed by him, and then turned around and entered the house. When he came out, Chen Mo had already walked a certain distance.

Mu Chiyu trotted all the way to catch up, and handed over an umbrella.

Chen Mo said "thank you" calmly.

The kid next to him was holding his elder brother's hand. He woke up with some energy today. He passed Chen Mo, pointed his head over and smiled brightly at Mu Chiyu