Chasing Husband Diary

The night is long, the road is long, and there is no end.

The two people had their own thoughts, and neither of them took the initiative to speak. The air was very quiet, only the sound of feet stepping on the dry grass. The footsteps were very light, not as loud as the wind.

Mo Che walked slowly, but took big steps, Yu Fu pulled his sleeves, walked three steps at a time, followed him step by step, unconsciously getting closer.

The oppressive chest tightness came again, making him dizzy for a while, his body swayed, and he let go of his hands, his eyes darkened, and he fell backwards.

Mo Che immediately turned around and grabbed him.

"careful!"

Yu Fu's hands and feet were weak, lying in his arms, covered in cold sweat, trembling all over, his heart was beating fast, he was extremely flustered.

It's hard for a doctor to heal himself. He doesn't know what's wrong with him, but he just has a vague feeling that the closer the person in front of him is, the more uncomfortable he becomes, so he instinctively pushes the person away, and the oppressive atmosphere that enveloped him gradually faded away. fade away.

Being pushed away again and again, Mo Che's face became more and more ugly, wishing to take him back to the heaven immediately, and imprison him by his side, so that he can't go anywhere, and can only be his bird in a cage for the rest of his life, owned by him alone.

He thought about it day and night, and the person who took a lot of effort to find not only did not remember him, but also desperately wanted to escape from him, which made him almost suffocate.

He was about to be driven insane.

In the hundreds of years in the Heaven Realm, Yu Fu has always pampered him, even if he was tricked by him and did something wrong, he never got angry, instead, he took everything on himself, bore the consequences of the Emperor's wrath, and tried every means to protect him , Even if he was beaten to Zhuxiantai, he would have no regrets.

But everything has changed, he is no longer the god who loves him, not his beloved elder brother, to him, he is just a dispensable stranger who doesn't know each other and makes him feel abrupt.

As soon as Mo Che approached, Yu Fu backed away, looking at him with a bit of fear in his eyes, that kind of look made his heart feel like a knife.

With a stick in his throat, he said with difficulty, "Don't back down, be careful not to fall, I just don't move forward."

Before the words fell, an exclamation was heard.

"what!"

Yu Fu carelessly took two steps back, suddenly let out a cry of pain, squatted down, and covered his feet.

"What's wrong?" Mo Che asked in a deep voice, with an anxious expression on his face, he immediately knelt down to check his situation.

The area was overgrown with weeds, and his foot was cut by something, and it was burning hot. He covered the wound with one hand, and faint blood flowed from the fingers.

Mo Che didn't know the severity of his injury, so he gently pulled his hand away, only then did he see clearly that the ankle was cut, the shoes and socks were torn, and the white clothes were stained with mud and blood, unclean. It is easy to make the wound fester.

Yu Fu was a little unstable. He was afraid of pain since he was a child, and he was so weak that he was soaked in medicine jars all year round, and he himself became a miracle doctor among the villagers.

His face was pale, and Mo Che was so worried that he didn't care too much. He picked him up and strode forward. He found a cave, put him down, and let him rest against the wall. He quickly picked up firewood and lit a fire.

The light of the fire illuminated the small cave, and Yu Fu awkwardly moved over to lean on the fire to keep warm, and only then did he feel much better.

Mo Che knelt in front of him, held his feet in his hands, and carefully took off his shoes and socks. The cloth stuck to the wound, and it was not easy to tear it off.

"Hiss..." Although Mo Che moved gently and lightly, he still gasped in pain.

Mo Che paused, looked up at him, and said softly, "Did I hurt you? Bear with it, I'll help you deal with it. If the wound festers, it will hurt even more."

Yu Fu was stunned by his deep gaze, and subconsciously shook his head.

Mo Che stared intently at his feet, handled the cloth around his wound bit by bit, and gently tore it off. His eyebrows were cold, obviously making people feel afraid to approach, but he couldn't ignore the touch hidden between his eyebrows. gentle.

After finally cleaning up the cloth near the wound, both of them breathed a sigh of relief.

Especially Yu Fu, the black hair on his temples was drenched with cold sweat, his palms were also wet, his whole body seemed to be scooped up from the water.

The wound on his foot was not deep, but it was very long. It was bleeding continuously, as if it couldn't be stopped. The wound was purple in color, as if it was poisonous.

Yufu's mind was a little confused and dizzy, and he couldn't tell what cut him for a while, and it didn't match the records in the medical books he read.

He has no extra energy to think.

Mo Che was afraid that the wound would be poisonous, and it would be troublesome if the poison entered his body, so he lowered his head, sucked his wound, sucked the poisonous blood out forcefully, and spat it out one mouthful at a time.

"Don't..." Yu Fu didn't have time to stop it.

The warm lips touched and parted on his feet, causing some burning pain to the skin.

He felt very embarrassed, his face flushed slightly, he shrank his feet, and was firmly grasped again, and lightly reprimanded him, "Don't move."

After a while, Mo Che's lips turned slightly purple, but he wiped it with his fingertips, and his blood color returned to normal.

Although it was a little strange, Yu Fu didn't care, because he suddenly had a bad feeling, he faintly felt that his body was undergoing subtle changes, and there was a surge of heat in his body, which made him feel panicked and very It's hot.

Could this herb be...

Mo Che also experienced his own changes, his eyes gradually blurred, his face flushed abnormally, his breath was like blue, and his winking eyes were like silk, which seemed to be a strange state of emotion.

He tore off the cloth strips from his clothes, bandaged Yu Fu's wound briefly, reached out and touched his forehead, it was wet and very hot.

What surprised him even more was that because of his touch, Yufu shuddered all over, whimpered softly, followed the arc of his hand, leaned into his arms, and rubbed against him, non-stop. Writhing, like a water snake.

Mo Che froze in place at a loss.

He hugged the person in his arms like he was hugging a ball of fire, he was at a loss what to do, he didn't dare to move or touch him, for fear that he might accidentally get burned and get out of hand.

"Brother, what's the matter with you?" He asked in a deep voice.

Yu Fu was panting heavily, clenched his teeth tightly, closed his eyes, frowned, made a strange sweet sound, and said stammeringly, "I'm sorry, it's the poison of love flowers..."

He never expected that this place would be so poisonous. It was the first time he had encountered it after living for so long.

Mo Che was completely stunned.

He knew about this thing, it was mentioned in the collection of books brought by Taibai before, he saw it, and tore off that page, not letting Yufu know.

At that time, he was just beginning to fall in love, and he had jealous thoughts about Yu Fu, secretly read many books on the matter between men, and thought about using this thing on Yu Fu, but he never dared to, fearing that he would get angry.

The poison of love flower, whether it is big or small, if it is used well, it will help the joy of fish and water. It is a unique secret medicine, but if it is not relieved in time, it will accumulate in the body, and it will not last for three years. In an hour, the tendons and veins will be damaged, the seven orifices will bleed to death, and the death will be tragic.

Based on his understanding, there is no way to crack it.

"Brother, how can I help you?" Mo Che's voice was trembling, fearing that something would happen to Yu Fu.

Yu Fu was a little delirious, she didn't answer him, she couldn't control her behavior, she kept crawling into his arms, and tugged at his clothes indiscriminately.

Mo Che's clothes were torn into a mess by him.

His breath was scorching hot, and he kept murmuring close to Mo Che's ear, "Hot..."

If he was still sober, he would definitely not be able to say such shameful words, which shows the poisonous domineering.

Mo Che still had a deep memory of his attitude. That night, the drunk Yu Fu also lay defenselessly under him, asking for whatever he wanted.

His eyes suddenly darkened, and a golden light flowed from the depths of his eyes.

Yu Fu's body actually began to exude a strong body fragrance, which was wrapped in abundant spiritual power, attracting the attention of the beast clan in the forest.

There was faint commotion in the surroundings, and Mo Che immediately set up an enchantment to stop everything before he was discovered.

There is no other way...

"Brother, forgive me." He whispered in Yu Fu's ear.

Yu Fu hummed in a daze, not knowing what he was expressing.

Mo Che took two deep breaths, with trembling hands, hugged him in his arms, leaned against his chest, and untied his belt little by little.

Silk and satin were scattered all over the ground, and Mo Che used his clothes as a cushion to avoid hurting Yu Fu's delicate skin.

Confused and infatuated, dry firewood and fire, gradually, winding paths lead to secluded places, and people are in the clouds.

The flames flickered, the sparks crackled, and the figures intertwined and entangled endlessly.

The cave is too small, and the charming atmosphere cannot be dissipated for a long time, full of red-faced smell.

After about several hours, the sky turned pale, and Yu Fu was drenched and lethargic.

Mo Che gently wiped his body for him, brushed away his sweaty hair, and placed an intimate kiss on his red and swollen lips, looked at his sleeping face with eyes full of guilt, and whispered, "Sorry brother, I haven't seen you for so long, I couldn't hold back, and bullied you again, but this is a helpless act, I hope you don't blame me."

Holding Yufu in his arms, he strode back.

Yu Fu's body was not so hot anymore, and the wound had returned to normal color, and there was no bleeding.

Fainted out, probably exhausted all night, and was tossed hard again. I don't know when I will wake up, and I can't rest peacefully in my sleep. My brows are slightly frowned, and I have been whispering something in a low voice.

Mo Che leaned closer and listened, and most of the words were begging for mercy like "no more".

In order to cure him, regardless of his refusal, he asked for it several times, bullied him hard, crying and fussing in his arms with tears in his eyes, he coaxed and lied, and managed to calm him down , lie down obediently.

In the entanglement, he used a lot of concentration to restrain himself from devouring his inner alchemy.

Whether it is for gods or demons, that thing has a fatal attraction.

Fortunately, he retained the last trace of reason and did not do anything irreparable, otherwise, he would never forgive himself.