Chasing Husband Diary

At night, the wind was very strong, Yu Fu's clothes were thin, and his figure was thin, as if a gust of wind could blow him away.

He climbed up the empty city wall barefoot, stepping down one step at a time.

The long steps seemed endless, with no end in sight at a glance, and the dark floor tiles were so cold that even his heart was chilled.

On the high city wall, the vision is very good, the endless expanse, maybe he is standing high and can see far away, but he is condescending, looking down at the dim lights below, feeling lost in his heart, endlessly sad, tears slipping down silently.

The wind rolled his long hair, and his clothes fluttered, like a fairy who does not eat fireworks.

There is nothing in this world that belongs to him, except that the child really came out of his stomach, but when he thought that it was Shen Ling's own flesh and blood, he felt disgusted, that person killed his senior brother, how could he Can give birth to the son of the enemy?

"Hmm..." He felt ashamed of his senior brother, he blamed himself endlessly, he was depressed, he held his chest, his face was full of pain, his face was pale, and he spit out a mouthful of blood for no reason.

After all, the child is connected with him by blood. If he said that he didn't care about him at all, he would be lying, but even though he was reluctant to give up, he didn't want to live like a walking dead like this, it was too tiring.

He misses his brother.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand carelessly, took a few deep breaths of cool air, and slowly closed his eyes. His tears stayed in the air.

In the process of falling, he felt extremely relaxed in his heart, without worries and thoughts, like a light feather fluttering in the wind.

The howling wind passed through his ears, deafening, and the invisible force tore his body.

His consciousness gradually drifted away, so far that he saw the past.

"Go up to the god Yufu, violate the rules of heaven, abolish the godhead, and take down Zhuxiantai..."

"elder brother!"

"Feather float!"

Heart-piercing shouts sounded in his ears, different people, different voices, like an invisible hand, pulled his heart into a ball, the pain made him unable to breathe, his head hurt, his body hurt, and his heart hurt too.

Huge memories flooded into his mind crazily, which made him unbearable, and he had a splitting headache.

Scenes of the past appeared in front of his eyes like a fleeting glance.

The past is vivid, and the pain will last forever.

His body stopped in the air and did not fall any further, surrounded by a layer of intense white light, as soft as the moon, extremely dazzling in the dawn of dawn.

He was like a passer-by, watching the past that he didn't want to be mentioned, as if he had experienced it again, and he was physically and mentally tortured, but he couldn't move away. , unable to move, and unable to reach out to help the once helpless self.

Time stood still, the wind was condensed and the water was frozen. In the silence of everything, he opened those beautiful glowing eyes. His eyes were empty, cold and distant, and a little cinnabar color between his brows was shining brightly.

He is Shangshen Yufu, the immortal who used to be aloof, seems to be the same, but also seems to be different, something is quietly changing.

The memory of the two lives merged, and he lost himself between illusion and reality. He couldn't tell whether he was a god or a mortal. No matter which life's thoughts he was in, he was unwilling to give up control of this body.

He suffers the pain of being torn from his soul.

Suddenly, a golden rope flew from a distance, tightly wrapped around his body, almost making him breathless.

Out of the corner of his eye, he looked in that direction, and when he saw a woman in red flying towards him, he closed his eyes calmly, wanting to see what she was going to do?

But as soon as he closed his eyes, he fell into endless darkness and completely lost consciousness.

The two souls in the body finally decided the outcome.

The light around him dimmed, everything returned to calm, and fell like fallen leaves.

The woman walked to his side, raised her wrist lightly, stopped his falling body, tightened the golden rope in her hand, and pulled him into the darkness.

His body seemed to be supported by something, it was so light that there was no weight, the woman pulled him, and walked lightly without any effort, looking carefully, her feet were hanging in the air, and she never stepped on the ground.

This woman is exactly Mo Che's mother, Jiao Ruo.

On the other side, Mo Che was still looking for someone in the palace, and when he was burning with anxiety, he received a message from his mother. It was sent by a little bird demon, and there was also a feathered headband.

A big change happened in the heaven, and the Queen of Heaven jumped to Zhuxiantai.

Mo Che knew that it probably had something to do with that woman, but he had no way of knowing what they had said between them, so that he wouldn't kill this nominal mother himself and ruin his reputation of loyalty.

He is still the Emperor of Heaven, so he naturally wants to go back and preside over the overall situation.

Regarding Tianhou, there are different opinions. He couldn't stop the people talking, so he used excuses to say that when Tianhou was practicing, his mind was confused, he became mad, and jumped to Zhuxiantai.

The gods don't believe it, but they have to believe it.

After he finished his affairs in the sky, he hurried back, and when he received the letter from his mother, he breathed a sigh of relief. The letter was burned to ashes at his fingertips, and he followed the bird's guidance into the demon clan's territory.

When I first entered, it was pitch black, and after walking in terrible silence for an unknown amount of time, it suddenly became clear, with bright lights in front of my eyes, bustling long streets, yelling and bartering, like another mortal world.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Mo Che was a little dazed. This was not what he had imagined.

"Your Highness, this way please." Quiniao whispered to him, her voice was jumping with joy, and she couldn't hide her joy.

Mo Che frowned at her title, but followed her anyway.

He walked forward, and saw that the street was covered with bright red silk and satin, under the eaves were bright lanterns, and red candles were flickering, which was a grand sign of marriage.

Feeling strange in his heart, he followed the bird all the way to the palace of the Wan Yao Queen.

The palace was full of joy, and it looked like it had been carefully arranged by people. The little demons were busy, pasted red happy characters everywhere, filled with longan lotus seeds and other food, and lit red candles one by one.

Although the demon world is mysterious, it has been deserted for many years without a leader, and it has not been so lively for a long time.

Mo Che felt more and more that something was wrong, and stopped a little demon by accident, and asked in a deep voice, "Who is getting married here?"

Those who can get married in the palace must not be ordinary people.

The little demon raised his head and looked at him, seeing that the immortal energy was lingering on his body, and was entangled with that evil energy again, entangled with that demonic energy, his face turned pale with fright, his eyes widened in surprise, and he took several steps back in fright, timidly Looking at him, dare not speak.

Mo Che frowned, feeling displeased, and before he could attack, he suddenly heard a few clear laughter like silver bells, from far to near, a gust of wind blew by, and Jiao Ruo in red appeared beside him, Holding his arm affectionately.

"See the Queen." Seeing her, the little demons put a hand on their left shoulder, bowed to her, and shouted excitedly.

"My dear son, you are finally here." Jiao Ruo waved her hand to make them retreat, happily took Mo Che's arm, and led him around in the huge palace. Red, like offering a treasure, said to him, "I personally ordered someone to arrange this, how about it, are you satisfied?"

With a cold face, Mo Che asked puzzledly, "What do you mean?"

Jiao Ruo smiled, winked at him, and said mysteriously, "Didn't you ask who is married today? Of course it is you, my only son, the future king of the Yaozu."

Mo Che lowered his face, and said angrily, "Didn't you say that there is Yu Fu's whereabouts? I don't have time to mess around with you."

He turned and walked out.

Jiao Ruo hurriedly grabbed him, smiled inscrutablely, and said, "Son, don't worry, have I ever lied to you? Come with me, I have something good for you, you will definitely like it."

Mo Che didn't move, Jiao Ruo pulled him and said coquettishly, "Come quickly, otherwise the bride will belong to someone else."

"What do you mean?" Mo Che's eyes widened suddenly, and he vaguely guessed something, a little unbelievable.

Jiao Ruo nodded, and said triumphantly, "You are my son, I have owed you all these years, and now mother and son are reunited, I will give you everything you want."

"Take me to see him." Mo Che was in a mixed mood, a little angry, but also a little expectant, with a trembling voice, followed Jiaoruo to the door of the wedding room she had arranged, and couldn't wait to push the door open, but he was very nervous, hesitating not before.

Jiao Ruo pushed him, closed the door, ordered everyone not to come near this place, hummed a little tune, and happily went to drink.

Before long, she will have another grandson.

Mo Che stood at the door, glanced at the closed door behind him, mouth parched, gritted his teeth, walked in firmly, lifted layers of red curtains, and approached the faint figure behind the veil step by step.

I don't know what kind of incense was burning in the room, and the more he walked in, the hotter the feeling became, which made him take off his clothes involuntarily.

"Brother..." His voice was hoarse, his outstretched hand was shaking, he grabbed the last layer of red tulle and tore it off forcefully.

The person in front of him is the person he misses Xiao Xiang.

Yu Fu's eyes were closed tightly, his face was bright red, his red lips were slightly parted, with a moist luster, and the blush between his brows was soul-stirring.

He frowned slightly, his clothes were naked, a large area of ​​fair skin was exposed in the cool air, and a golden rope was tied to his body, running over the delicate place, leaving faint red marks, like a tribute , let others do whatever they want, and present them in front of Mo Che without reservation.

Mo Che swallowed, and tremblingly stretched out his hand towards him. He was very guilty, knowing that he couldn't do it, although he took advantage of the danger, but in this situation, the bridal chamber, he wanted it extremely.

"You are quite courageous." The comatose Yu Fu suddenly opened his eyes, looked at him coldly, and said.

Mo Che's hands froze in mid-air, as if someone had poured cold water over his head, and all unnecessary dirty thoughts disappeared completely.

He looked up at Yu Fu, who looked indifferently and looked at him contemptuously.

With just one glance, Mo Che understood that the upper divine feather had floated back.

He was overjoyed.

"Brother!" Mo Che knelt in front of him, pulled his hand excitedly, and asked cautiously, "Have you remembered?"

Yufu stared at him deeply, making him feel guilty for a while, his scalp was numb, and his back was sweating.

He clenched his fists involuntarily and lowered his head.

"Heh..." Yu Fu suddenly laughed softly, looked down at the few rags hanging on his body, frowned imperceptibly, kicked Mo Che away with his bare feet, moved his fingertips slightly, and untied the rope on his body, Putting on a clean and intact white dress, he walked slowly in front of the man on the ground, squatted down, hooked his chin, and asked softly, "Why, if you have the guts to ask me to give birth to a child, don't even look at it right now." Don't you even dare to look at me?"

"Brother..." Mo Che grabbed his hand in panic, his eyes were red, he wanted to speak but couldn't speak, he didn't know how to explain, "I..."

Yu Fu disliked his appearance very much, reached out to pat him on the shoulder, and Mo Che came out of Shen Ling's body, and stood in front of him, lowering his head pitifully, like a child who has done something wrong.

"Okay, I don't blame you." Yu Fu curled his lips, looked at him like this, snorted lightly, looked out of the window, with sad eyes, after going through this experience, he understood that some things are destined, and sighed Said, "You and I are chess in the hands of others, we can't help ourselves."

Mo Che didn't like him like this, he was so sad that it made people feel distressed, he gently held his hand, and comforted him, "Brother, I am already the Emperor of Heaven, from now on, I will protect you and will not let you Someone hurt you."

"Emperor of Heaven..." Yu Fu murmured softly, smiled at him, touched his face, and said, "You should live your own life."

He is Yu Fu, but he is not. Influenced by that mortal life, he hates Mo Che, but he knows well that Yinyue's death has nothing to do with Mo Che.

Love and hate are entangled, his feelings towards Mo Che are very complicated, it can't be called love, but also has some hatred.

And Silvermoon.

He misses his brother so much.

Mo Che hugged him from behind, buried his face in the crescent of his neck, felt cold and wet, and said sullenly, "Brother, don't want me, I know I was wrong."

Yu Fu couldn't pull away the hand wrapped around his waist, sighed, and said helplessly, "You are not wrong."

He looked up at the sky and murmured, "It's not us, it's that person."

After a long time, he pushed away Mo Che behind him, looked at his injured expression, and said cruelly, "Your Majesty, you have to learn to let go."

"Are you leaving me again?" Mo Che held his hand tightly.

Feather broke free little by little.

The light in his eyes dimmed, and he looked disappointed.

Yu Fu cruelly didn't look into his eyes, and said flatly, "Some things belong to me. I left them with you for a long time, so I should give them back."

Mo Che froze, "Brother?"

Distraught and at a loss, he watched Yu Fu Shi suddenly walk over and stand in front of him, stretched out his hand, passed through his body, there was no blood, no pain, only some white light, and he took out the Belonging to his inner alchemy.

"Hmm..." Mo Che let out a low muffled snort, his face was pale, and he fell down on the ground exhausted, covering the place that Yu Fu touched, sweating all over his head, he didn't feel any pain, but his heart felt uncomfortable, chest tightness, panic, panting Out of breath.

Yu Fu accepted Neidan, gave him a complicated look, and turned to leave.

Mo Che tugged on his sleeve, and begged bitterly with red eyes, "Brother, don't leave me behind."

Yu Fu shook his sleeves, put a ban on him, and said coldly, "I'm going to meet a very important person, you don't want to follow."

After walking two steps, he suddenly remembered something, turned his head to look at him, stretched out his hand to grab it, and a small pouch flew out from Mo Che's waist, which he used to hold broken jade slips.

Yu Fu held the purse tightly in his hands, affected by those memories, his nose was sore, his eyes were wet, he turned around quickly, and left without looking back.

"Brother!" Mo Che called him hoarsely from behind, but no matter what, he couldn't keep a person who was determined to leave.