Chasing Husband Diary

Holding Yufu in his arms, Mo Che walked across the air, his body was as light as a swallow, and his feet didn't touch even a single bit of soil. He arrived at the cabin where he lived in the blink of an eye.

That silly book boy was still waiting at the door, hugging his knees, shivering all over. It looked like he had been sitting outside in the cold all night, his lips were purple, and his eyes were red and swollen from crying, like two big walnuts, showing his ugly appearance.

His clothes were dirty and hadn't been changed. They were the same set he saw yesterday, and his shoes were covered in mud. He presumably went out to look for them last night, but he couldn't find anyone.

When Mo Che approached, he was still crying and calling young master.

He frowned, passed the book boy with a look of disgust, and walked in with the person in his arms. The moment he passed by, the book boy caught a glimpse of the person he was holding in his arms, and immediately opened his eyes wide. He forgot all the tears. Shouting and rushing towards him.

"Young master! What's wrong with you?"

Mo Che dodged and dodged.

Yufu was in a mess, his white clothes were dirty, his face was pale, his clothes were disheveled, his shoes and socks were missing, his pair of white jade feet were exposed, and as Mo Che walked, he flickered, his thin body was like a bird. Nesting in his arms, grabbing the clothes around his neckline.

The young master always loves to be clean, and he has never been in such a mess. The book boy was startled and frightened, pulled Mo Che's clothes, and asked him in a hurry, "What did you do to our young master? Woohoo, if there is something wrong with him, I will Even a ghost will not let you go, I know you are not a good person, our son is so kind-hearted, why do you want to kill him!"

Mo Che shook off him and walked straight in.

He followed behind Mo Che, chattering endlessly, making him restless, so furious, he turned his head and scolded him, "Shut up, if you say one more word, I'll cut off your tongue and feed it to the dogs."

The book boy was so frightened that he kept silent, covered his mouth, tears welled up in his eyes.

"Go and boil hot water." Mo Che put him on the bed and ordered sharply.

The book boy was stunned, nodded subconsciously, and trotted out all the way, stumbling to boil hot water, completely forgetting that it was dangerous for Mo Che and Young Master to be alone in the room.

Mo Che closed the door, hurriedly took off Yu Fu's clothes, and checked his body.

It was too dark, and Yu Fu was too clingy, pulling him and pestering him endlessly, his strikes gradually became less serious, afraid of losing his sense of proportion, wondering if he would hurt him.

The book boy was nimble, and he went back and forth quickly, carrying a large basin of hot water, which was bigger than his arms. He walked too fast, spilled a lot of water, and wet his clothes.

He kicked the door with his foot, Mo Che opened the door, took over the basin and was about to close the door, the book boy was stuck in the door, through the crack of the door, he saw Yu Fu lying on the bed, covered with a quilt, with all his clothes thrown on the ground.

He shouted anxiously, "What are you going to do to our son? Why did he pass out?"

Mo Che was upset and irritable, he didn't bother to pay attention to him, and pushed him out.

"Then go boil the water."

The bookboy was pushed staggeringly, sat down on the doorway, yelled twice, got up resignedly, and hurried to boil water.

He couldn't beat this man, and he was worried about his son's safety, so he could only be obedient.

Mo Che dipped a handkerchief in hot water, and carefully cleaned up Yu Fu's body, not sparing every spot.

His skin was delicate, even though he was covered with clothes, the cave was full of stones and weeds, so it was still injured, and a large area of ​​his back was rubbed red.

His movements were very light, but every time he rubbed those wounds, Yu Fu would still moan in pain, even if he passed out, his brows were still tightly furrowed, and tears were still hanging from the corners of his eyes.

The person who applied the medicine was more tired than the injured one. He was afraid of hurting him. Mo Che was extra careful and sweated profusely from exhaustion. With great difficulty, he cleaned up the person, re-bandaged the wound, and changed the two big wounds back and forth. Basin of water.

He covered the person with a quilt and went out.

The bookboy stood guard at the door, and fell inside as soon as it was opened, and yelled loudly.

He dodged to the side, and the person fell sprawled at his feet, looked up and saw him, looked at each other, got up, grabbed him and asked, "What did you do to our young master? "

Mo Che glanced at him lightly, lifted his collar, threw him aside, and replied to him for the first time, "He's fine, he's asleep."

The book boy breathed a sigh of relief, and Mo Che said in a deep voice, "I'll go out for a while, and I'll be back soon. You stay here and don't go anywhere, and no one is allowed to enter."

"My son, I will protect myself, you don't need to worry about it." The book boy said with his hands on his hips, vowing.

Although Mo Che felt that he was unreliable, but he had to leave now, so he had to forcefully trust him for a while.

Before leaving, he set up a barrier in the entire small courtyard to prevent the monster race from sneaking in.

There are some things that he has to figure out, figure out.

Mo Che quietly returned to the heavenly realm, and went straight to the Queen's bedroom. Perhaps only she knew the answer to this matter.

When he went, Tianhou was resting in the palace, closing her eyes and resting her mind. She didn't seem surprised by his arrival. She guessed that such a day would come sooner or later, but she didn't expect it to be several days sooner than she expected.

It seems that the prince really has a deep affection for Yu Fu.

Mo Che stood on top of the main hall, and didn't speak for a moment. The Queen of Heaven took a step ahead of him and asked calmly, "Your Majesty, have you found that person?"

After the crown prince ascended the throne, she even changed her address.

Mo Che was stunned for a moment, then nodded, and then replied, "Yes."

"Mother."

He cupped his hands after reaching the sky, but he still didn't ask anything, and was interrupted by her raising his hand again, without raising his eyes, he said softly, "I know what you want to ask, I can't help you with that matter."

"Could your mother please tell me all the details?"

"Don't you know it all? Everything is as you have seen. In order to let you protect the Celestial Clan with peace of mind, when the first emperor died, he cast a curse on Yu Fu. Life after life, he can't recognize you, can't remember you , can’t fall in love with you, otherwise, he will live in dire straits forever, and his life will be rough, and from now on, all his misfortunes will only be caused by you.”

Tianhou spoke slowly in a gentle tone, but it made Mo Che feel as if he was in an ice cellar, and his whole body shuddered.

"Is he really determined to go this far?" Mo Che couldn't believe it, and asked again without giving up.

Tianhou didn't answer, just sighed helplessly.

Mo Che almost lost his voice. With a hoarse voice, he asked with difficulty, "Is there really no room for maneuver in this matter?"

The queen shook her head, "If you want him to be safe and sound, then don't get close to him and keep the Celestial Clan well. Stay as far away from him as possible. This is the only way."

She paused for a moment, and then continued, "My Majesty, with his life tied to the life and death of the Celestial Clan, his purpose is to contain you. You should be very clear about this, so I won't say any more."

"Mother!"

"Okay, I'm tired, you should step back first." Tian Hou rubbed the center of her brows wearily, and waved him to let him back down.

Mo Che stood alone on the main hall, his back was lonely, he was in a daze for a long time, and then he took heavy steps and went to the mortal world again.

It only takes half an hour to go back and forth, and several days have passed in the world, and in an instant, changes have arisen.

When he went back, the small courtyard had already been occupied first.

The barrier is broken.

The book boy was holding a wooden stick thicker than his arm in his arms, and guarded the door dutifully, with a pair of ghostly eyes, he kept looking around.

Mo Che's eyes froze, he raised his foot and walked in, but was stopped by the book boy.

This surprised him a bit. The bookboy's attitude changed drastically. It was obvious that someone was supporting him. When he spoke, his back was straight.

He raised his eyebrows, not paying attention to his arrogant attitude, he was just a paper man pretending to be powerful.

He pushed the person to the side and stretched out his hand to push the door, but was blocked by a powerful force, not the barrier he set up, but another divine force different from his.

There are people inside, most likely people from the Celestial Clan.

Yu Fu is still unconscious, without a trace of resistance, like fish on a chopping board, ready to be slaughtered, anyone can hurt him, even someone who is powerless.

All clans have been eyeing him all the time, under such circumstances, he can't guarantee that no one will know Yu Fu's whereabouts except him.

After suddenly realizing this, he thought about it and was terrified, his face suddenly sank.

He was afraid that something would happen to Yu Fu, so he wanted to rush in regardless, but the book boy came over to stop him with a stick, and shouted, "You are not allowed to go in!"

"Step aside!"

Mo Che roared angrily, grabbed his neck with his backhand, lifted him into the air, and asked through gritted teeth, "Who's in there? Didn't I tell you that no one is allowed in?!"

"Cough cough..."

The book boy's face was flushed, and he said intermittently, "Young Master Yue, Cai, Cai is not anyone, you villain, let me go!"

"Who is making noise outside?" A deep voice came from the inner room.

The door was opened from the inside, and a slender, handsome man in a green shirt walked out gracefully and gracefully.

After he came out, the door behind him closed immediately, and Mo Che didn't see anything.

The man glanced at Mo Che, he suddenly felt a tingling pain in his hand, and subconsciously let go of it.

When he looked down, there was no wound on his hand, as if everything was his illusion.

The book boy fell to the ground, gasping for breath like the rest of his life after a catastrophe.

As soon as the man raised his hand, the book boy was lifted up by a gust of wind, glared at Mo Che angrily, pointed to his nose, and complained, "Young Master Yue, he is the one who made my young master like that, you must avenge him!" .”

Mo Che gave him a cold look, and he was so frightened that he hid behind the man in Tsing Yi, only sticking out half of his head to look around.

"Who are you?" Mo Che asked angrily.

Only then did the man in Tsing Yi cast his eyes on his face, his eyes were very offensive, and he looked at him, and there was a silent gunpowder between them.

"True fire phoenix." The man said lightly, seeing through his real body at a glance.

Mo Che immediately became vigilant.

During their conversation, the little book boy fainted at some point and didn't hear a word.

"It seems that you are the newly appointed Emperor of Heaven." The man sneered, "I thought it was some kind of ruthless character, but an ugly bird with half-grown fur."

Mo Che's eyes changed, and he slapped him.

The man dodged easily and dispelled his palm, which made him feel that a slap had been slapped on the cotton without any echo.

"Who the hell are you? You have the breath of a god on your body, but I've never seen you before." Mo Che asked coldly.

"You?" The man smiled contemptuously, "You are not qualified to accept my worship, even your father and god would not dare to accept my gift, not to mention you are a young bird."

"Remember, my name is Yinyue." The man said in a deep voice.

Mo Che was taken aback, the name sounded very familiar.

He remembered, Yu Fu once mentioned that he had a brother who practiced with him and treated him very well, and he was a true dragon who cultivated into a god.

Unexpectedly, he also came to the mortal world, this world is really lively.

Mo Che was not interested in him, he was only thinking about Yufu inside, he walked around him and was about to open the door, but Yinyue stopped him and pinched his wrist, instantly, two purple-black fingerprints appeared on his fair skin.

"Let me in," he snapped.

Yinyue would not be like the book boy, she would be scolded by him, she would remain motionless, block the doorway and not let in.

He sneered, "You did that to him, and you still have the face to see him?"

Mo Che pursed his lips and said in a low voice, "That was an accident, if I don't do that, he will be in danger."

"Accident?" Yinyue laughed back angrily, and asked aggressively, "Then the suffering he suffered in the heaven was all accidents? Since you can't protect him, why do you provoke him?"

Every word of his hits the nail on the head, and Mo Che has nothing to say.

God knows how much effort it took him to rescue people from the realm of reincarnation, when he saw Yu Fu's body was wounded, his heart was about to burst.

"I'll make it up to him, you don't need to worry about it."

"He is mine, and I have to take care of him." Yinyue said word by word, "Of course you have to make up for him, but don't worry, I will remember all the things you did to him. There will be a long time in the future. There is a lot of time and you count slowly, what you owe him, one by one, one by one, you should pay it back."

Mo Che stared at him with eyes as red as a wild beast, and let out a suppressed roar from his throat, "He is mine, if you dare to talk nonsense again, I will kill you."

Yinyue dismissed it, "That depends on whether you have the ability."