Chasing Husband Diary

With the implication of that drop of blood, Mo Che finally found Yu Fu's whereabouts before the book boy.

In the dark night, the man's white clothes were particularly eye-catching. He ran so fast and hurriedly that his breathing became short of breath, his face was flushed, and he sweated a lot, sticking the flowing blue hair to his face. Embarrassed, but still unable to hide a beautiful face.

In just a few days, and in the world for several years, he felt that he hadn't seen him for a long, long time.

Seeing this person appearing in front of him alive now, as if he was still in a dream, everything seemed unbelievable.

Mo Che looked at him steadfastly, as if his feet were heavy and he couldn't move forward, the figure in his eyes enlarged little by little, getting closer and closer to him.

The world in his eyes, nothing else, was completely occupied by this man who was thinking like crazy, occupying his heart and his eyes.

He was afraid that it was just an illusion, and he didn't dare to touch it, for fear that it would break if touched.

But the man threw his head into his arms.

At night, his eyes still couldn't see clearly, that's the case in the sky, falling into the mortal world, this problem is not cured.

The warm body temperature is within reach, it is not a fleeting dream in the middle of the night, it is unbelievably real, making people worry about gains and losses, and can't believe it all.

Mo Che subconsciously caught him, as if embracing his whole world, tightly, unwilling to let go, it was so painful that he struggled in his arms, frowned, and moaned in pain.

"Let go..." He murmured in a low voice, his voice was like a mosquito. After running for too long, he kept circling in the woods. He was exhausted and out of breath, and he was frightened and exhausted all night. He couldn't bear it anymore. I stopped, my legs were weak, my body was sore, I couldn't walk, and it was hard to speak.

As soon as Mo Che let go, he fell down, quickly supported him, and hugged him tightly in his arms again.

He lowered his head, and under the dim moonlight, he carefully looked at the beauty in his arms. It was still the face that haunted his dreams. During thousands of years of getting along with him, while he was asleep, he quietly described it countless times, and it was engraved in his heart. A mold that can never be erased.

The person in his arms has lost a lot of weight, and he can completely hug him with one hand.

There seemed to be only a skeleton under the clothes, as thin as paper, as if a slight gust of wind could blow him away, and his fair little face became sharp, not as round as before, and it looked like he had suffered a lot.

He grew up by the side of the Great Desolation God, carefree, and when he grew up, he lived in a place beyond the clouds, pampered and pampered, and he never suffered the suffering of the world.

In the Three Realms and Six Realms, the most bitter thing is the human world. The world is hot and cold, and human feelings are warm and cold. The most complicated thing in the world is the human heart.

All of these things, birth, old age, sickness and death, separation of love and hatred, no matter what kind, are not something that a cold god like him who does not eat the fireworks of the world can bear.

Yu Fu suddenly raised his head and looked at him, his eyes met.

In those long and narrow water eyes, there is no longer the indifference and indifference from above, but the sympathy and sympathy stained with the vulgarity of the world of mortals, and it seems to be full of pity for everything in this world. It's not the same as before.

I don't know whether it's good or bad, in short, he is no longer a cold god, but just a mortal, those eyes stained with the world are more attractive than before, and he can't look away after just one glance, as if he has fallen into the world. The sea of ​​stars in his eyes, voluntarily entered the game, painted the ground as a prison, and bowed his head as a vassal.

The two looked at each other for a long time, Yu Fu regained his strength and pushed him away.

"Thank you for your help, young master." Yu Fu stepped back a few steps, keeping a safe distance from him.

The faint voice is enough for him to hear clearly, but not too abrupt, at least in this dark and windy night of the month, it will not disturb the sleeping beast.

As expected, he didn't remember himself anymore, the light in Mo Che's eyes suddenly went out, and his eyes became sad for a moment.

Although he had already guessed that this would be the result, but when the bloody reality had to be placed in front of him, it was still difficult to accept.

He overestimated his ability to bear, and everything about Yufu, even if it was related to a single hair, was enough to become the last straw that overwhelmed him.

A steady stream of guilt welled up in his heart. He owed so much to this person in front of him. Now, he just wanted to try his best to make up for it, and he didn't want to let him suffer any more.

Mo Che pursed his lips and remained silent, the night was dim, Yu Fu couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, stood there for a while, cupped his hands, turned around and wanted to leave.

The next second, he tripped over a stone on the ground again, and threw himself on the ground.

"Ah!" He exclaimed, subconsciously stretched out his hands to cover his face, and let his body fall down.

It's okay to fall, but it's okay to lose your appearance.

Mo Che grabbed him, hugged him back, wrapped his arms around his waist, and sighed softly in his ear, with a very helpless tone.

Yu Fu blushed with embarrassment, bit the bullet, and whispered a thank you again.

From the beginning to the end, Mo Che didn't say a word, until now he slowly said, "I'll take you back, the night is too deep, you can't see the way clearly."

Yu Fu was taken aback, looked at him in surprise, and blurted out, "How do you know?"

He didn't answer, just took his hand silently and walked forward.

Yu Fu struggled a little, but he held on tightly, so he gave up this idea and obediently followed him.

This person is too strange, but right now, the only choice is to follow him.

If he couldn't see clearly at night, he would be afraid. Although he didn't know who this stranger was, there was always an inexplicable sense of security in his heart. His intuition told him that he could completely trust this person, and he would not hurt himself.

Yufu followed him step by step.

Mo Che was not familiar with this place, but he remained calm and composed, and walked back along the way he came from in his memory.

Mo Che seems to be icy, but his wide palms are extremely hot. Yu Fu is just the opposite. His limbs are cold all year round, which seems to be a congenital cold. Compared with heat, he is more afraid of cold. Winter is simply his nightmare.

In addition, he was playing with those medicinal herbs all day long, his slender hands were often soaked in water, his fingertips were cold, his skin was sickly pale, with a layer of skin covering his joints, making him painfully thin.

Mo Che held his hand, the light and soft touch made him feel very distressed.

The sufferings of the world, and the fact that he tossed his beloved into such a pitiful appearance in just a few days without seeing him, and thinking about it this way, added a little bit of resentment towards that person, even if that person died, it would not be able to dispel his heart hate.

The two clasped their hands, the warmth from their palms was like a flame, warming Yufu's heart in the cold night.

But they didn't take a few steps, Yufu's footsteps unconsciously slowed down, his breathing became more and more rapid, and there was a throbbing pain in his heart, as if someone had taken a knife and stabbed it deep into his heart, the tip of the knife was spinning inside, The pain was so bad that he couldn't breathe, and there were big cold sweats on his forehead.

He walked more and more slowly, Mo Che thought he was tired and out of energy, so he deliberately slowed down and waited for him.

Yu Fu stopped suddenly, shook off his hand, supported the tree trunk beside him, bent over, gasping for breath, clutching his chest, his face pale with pain.

"What's the matter with you?" Mo Che asked eagerly as he walked over with a solemn expression, his expression hard to conceal his panic.

These were the first words he said tonight.

Yufu glanced at him and shook his head, "It's okay, maybe I'm too tired, I have some heart palpitations, a little ailment, don't worry, go back and grab two pieces of medicine and fry it and you'll be fine."

Mo Che wanted to reach out to help him, but he felt as if his heart was being pinched, and it throbbed violently again. He instinctively dodged his outstretched hand, not letting him approach.

He was stunned, and his outstretched hand stopped awkwardly in mid-air, with a hurt expression on his face, like a puppy abandoned by its owner.

Yufu's complexion was not very good, and the blood on his lips was also gone. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, reluctantly raised his head and smiled at him, and said softly, "I'm fine, just take it easy, you go first, it's not safe here , Don’t worry about me, I can find the way, and I’ll go back when the sky is brighter.”

Mo Che stared straight at him with deep eyes, and said in a deep voice, "I won't leave you alone."

He stayed quietly with Yu Fu for a while, and when he calmed down, his breathing gradually stabilized, and some blood returned to his face, and then he said in a low voice, "If you don't want to hold hands, then follow me, I'll find you Get the way, the road is dangerous, I know martial arts, I can protect you, if you don't go back tonight, your book boy might scare himself to death by himself."

This trick of his is coaxing and deceiving, Yu Fu's temperament has always been like this, he always cares about the people around him, for so many years, he lived deep in the mountains, and with that child as his companion, he should care about him very much.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help being a little jealous, but he also realized that something was out of place.

He just found someone, so don't do anything too hastily, otherwise it will be counterproductive, it's not good to scare the person away, it will take a long time, as long as he doesn't let go, this person will always be his.

Yu Fu thought about it, and felt that what he said made sense, so he nodded, straightened his clothes, and said softly, "Then I will trouble you."

Mo Che walked forward, glanced at Yu Fu all the time from the corner of his eye, stopped after two steps, and continued walking only after others followed.

Yu Fu carefully looked at the bottom of his feet, he stumbled and staggered step by step, like a child walking, which made people worry that he would accidentally fall down.

Mo Che frowned, paused, stretched out his hand to him, and said in a low voice, "Hold on."

Yu Fu hesitated for a moment, feeling that it was really inconvenient for him to go, so he gently pulled his wide sleeves, pinched a corner of his clothes with his fingers, and whispered, "Thank you."

It was too unfamiliar, and Mo Che was very unhappy, with a cold expression on his face, but Yu Fu didn't see it, and his thoughts were all on the road under his feet.

Mo Che walked even slower, Yu Fu kept lagging behind him by a few steps, he still felt tightness in his chest, but it was acceptable, so he didn't say anything.

After walking for a long time, Mo Che suddenly thought of a bad thing, which made his back feel cold and his heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

Could it be that the vicious curse that was cast before the death of the Heavenly Emperor would really work?

He didn't believe it before, but Yu Fu's reactions all happened after he kept approaching...