sacrifice at night

Mu Kediao is a medical genius, as can be seen from the eye drops. After using it for a few days, although his eyes are still red and distressing, the time of pain is less.

Luo Wu didn't take care of Mu Feigan, and he didn't have to say anything, and he never left. If he didn't suffer from illness, Mu Feigan's life would be better than a god. He stretched out his hands to eat, opened his mouth, frowned a little, bit his lips a little, and caring and comfort came from all directions. Mu Feigan has successfully degenerated from an uncle in his late thirties into a toddler, with someone to help him when he walks, someone to feed him when he eats, someone to accompany him to talk, read, and sleep.

Mu Feigan couldn't bear such a blessing, so he said to Luo Wu, "Everyone acts like this, whether they take care of me or take care of a dead person who is going to be encoffined, there is a big difference, which one do you think of me? ?”

"People are not dead." Luo Wudao, "I'll listen to you, don't be bored, just talk to me."

Mu Feigan reached out and touched his eyes, "My eyes don't hurt now, go ask brother if I can open them."

Luo Wu raised his eyebrows and said dissatisfiedly, "What brother, you call yourself small."

Mu Feigan smiled, "You said that too, but I'm used to it, and I don't want to change it."

Luo Wu was lying on the bedside writing a diary, the rustling sound of the nib rubbing against the paper could be heard clearly, Mu Feigan stretched out a hand, "You take it, I haven't written a diary for a long time, I can't always let you and Long Che write it for me. "

"Can you?" Luo Wu said and pushed the pen and diary in front of Mu Feigan. Mu Feigan held the pen and groped for the diary with one hand, and said to Luo Wu, "Where did it go?"

Luo Wu held Mu Feigan's hand to write on the paper, then let go, "I'll tell you if your writing is bad."

"It's not bad." Mu Feigan was full of confidence, and the nib paused for a while before starting to write. The speed was still as slow as a snail's crawl, but the handwriting was still neat and neat. The only difference is that I used to write with a pen, but now I write with my heart.

Luo Wu was stunned as he watched from the side, Mu Feigan was simply amazing!

After writing a page, Luo Wuhui reminded in time that Mu Feigan was groping on the paper, imagining the distance of each grid in his mind, and he could write accurately without Luo Wuhui's help.

Luo Wu saw that the time was almost up, and took away the pen when Mu Feigan finished the period, "It's time for eye drops, you lie down."

"I don't think there is any need for drips." Having said that, Mu Feigan still lay down, and Luo Wu said with a smile, "What do you think? I still think you can't get out of bed."

Mu Feigan pouted, "It was many times more sad than now, I still live well."

"Before I wasn't there, how can it be the same now? Don't blink." Luo Wu sat next to him and watched, and asked how he felt from time to time. Mu Feigan only said that it was cool and felt very comfortable.

At this time the door was knocked, Mu Buzhuo frowned very unhappy, "Do you know where Longlong went? Xiao Mu."

Luo Wu asked back with a smile, "My own people don't like to ask where others are? Just know can I tell you?"

"I didn't ask you, I asked Xiaomu." In the past few days, Long Che went out early and returned late, running away every day, asking what he was doing mysteriously but not saying, so angry that he couldn't figure it out. Having developed a temper, he didn't go back to his room to sleep these few days. Mu Buzhuo wondered where else Long Che could go besides Mu Feigan's place. He came to have a look, but he still didn't see anyone. good.

Mu Feigan supported Luo Wu's hand and sat up, facing Mu Buzhuo, pursing his lips and smiling, "I haven't seen him for a long time, and when I saw him, I told him that I missed him and asked him to come and see me. "

Luo Wu obviously felt that Mu Feigan had finished speaking, and Mu Buzhuo seemed to be more anxious to get angry, and left without turning around to say hello.

But Luo Wu didn't miss Mu Feigan's teasing smile, and asked, "You really don't know where Long Che has gone?"

"I said I don't know anymore?" Mu Feigan lifted a corner of the quilt beside him, revealing a strand of black hair, breathing slightly, and smiled more happily, "I haven't seen Luo Wu for a long time, too."

Luo Wu has always wondered what was hidden under the bulging quilt, and wanted to open it to see what Mu Feigan was protecting, thinking that there was something invisible hidden underneath, which turned out to be Long Che, but it was indeed something extraordinary.

Knowing that Mu Feigan is playing tricks, Luo Wu is also happy to see him confident and confident, "He sleeps here, what are you doing without telling me, don't be afraid of me peeping."

"You won't." Mu Feigan trusted Luo Wu 100%, and it was this unconditional trust that moved Luo Wu.

"Thank you for your trust in me." Luo Wu pressed a kiss on Mu Feigan's forehead, and supported Mu Feigan to lie down, "Wait, I'll call Ke Diao."

Mu Kediao is also very busy recently, busy getting angry, angry with Zheng Zheng, when Luo Wu knocked on the door, Mu Ke Diao sat on the bed with his back to the door, Zheng Zheng nodded, with a calm tone, "You guys talk, I'll go out for a while."

Mu Kediao turned his head and said, "Don't come back when you leave!" Zhengzheng seemed to be used to it, and his movements were smooth, he went out and closed the door without hesitation.

Seeing that Zhengzheng ignored his threat, Mu Kediao didn't care, and asked Luo Wu in a slow tone, "Why are you here with me when you're not in the room to take care of Xiaomu?"

Luo Wudao, "Xiaomu said that his eyes don't hurt anymore, so he asked you to go and have a look."

"The three doctors in this villa, don't keep thinking about me." In other words, I heard that Mu Feigan's eyes are no longer hurting, but Mu Kediao is not happy. It seems to be good but it is actually bad. Mu Feigan's body heals the wounds on the outside but the inside. A dying person looks good, but he is just lingering at the end of his strength.

Mu Kediao couldn't say these words to Luo Wu, so he signaled Luo Wu to go and have a look together, and when he walked outside the room, he heard Long Che's anxious voice, "Xiao Mu, what's wrong with you, don't scare me!"

The two rushed in, and just as they saw Mu Feigan crying in pain, sobbing, Luo Wu opened Mu Feigan's hands covering his eyes, and asked him to raise his face for Mu Kediao to see. Feigan was trembling in pain, and red tears flowed from the corners of his eyes. They were bright and coquettish, and red flowers bloomed on Mu Feigan's face.

Mu Kediao dipped his finger into his nose and smelled it. There was no smell of blood. After he tasted it, there was no salty taste. It was a bit bitter with a touch of sweetness. Mu Kediao was amazed. Maybe Mu Feigan had mutated ?

"Xiao Mu opened his eyes and let me see." Mu Kediao asked Luo Wu to catch Mu Feigan, and Mu Feigan opened his eyes tremblingly, only to hear the surprised sounds in his ears.

Long Che was soundly asleep and was woken up by Mu Feigan rolling around on the bed. He was very tired these days, even if he was woken up by Mu Feigan, his mind was still foggy. When he only saw Mu Feigan's eyes, a Ji Ling suddenly became sober.

Long Che didn't know how to describe those eyes. They were crystal clear red with ink color in the red, and the pupils were dark red. With the naked eye, strands of red threads could be seen intertwining and intertwining in the pupils, weaving a beautiful manjusawa flower. As if engraved on the small pupils, these eyes are a wonderful handicraft. The only regret is that these are eyes that cannot see the light and can only be hidden in the darkness.

Mu Feigan didn't know the change in his eyes, so he asked twitchingly, "What, what's wrong?"

Luo Wuxian reacted, "It's okay, does it still hurt now?" Although those eyes are weird but beautiful, he likes them very much, others regard him as a monster, but he still regards him as a treasure in his hand.

Long Che came back to his senses and praised sincerely, "It's beautiful!"

The flower of death that blooms in the eyes, Manzhushahua, the guide on the road to Huangquan, the call from hell.

Mu Kediao didn't say anything, stretched out his hand to cover Mu Feigan's eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Don't look, Long Che is going to find a wide strip of cloth." Then he asked Mu Feigan, "The pain is still severe now. ?"

"It's much better, just tired." Mu Feigan said softly and closed his eyes again. Mu Kediao asked Luo Wufang and Mu Feigan to lie flat on the bed, and asked, "Does your chest hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt." Mu Feigan shook his head lightly, raised his hand slightly, and Mu Kediao didn't continue to ask.

Luo Wuming knew that this was a bad omen, but he didn't dare to say it, just like a person who doesn't say death before he dies. He doesn't understand the reason, but maybe it's to alleviate the fear of death so he speaks for good luck. , Give yourself and others a comfort.

When Mu Feigan fell asleep, Mu Kediao said solemnly, "I'm afraid it will be only a few days, and I have to prepare what should be prepared."

Luo Wu watched Mu Feigan's sleeping face, "No rush."

"Then you want him to leave naked!" Mu Kediao tried hard to restrain his emotions, "It's also for his good to prepare early."

"I know, there's no rush." ​​Luo Wu began to chase people away, "Go out and let me stay alone with him for a while."

Luo Wu's temper could not be subdued by Mu Kediao, so he grabbed the cloth strip from Long Che's hand and threw it to Luo Wu, "Cover him up." He took Long Che away and happened to meet Mu Buzhuo who was out looking for Long Che. , Mu Kediao was upset and handed Long Che over to Mu Buzhuo. Thinking of Zhengzheng, he went back to the room angrily.

Mu Buzhuo grabbed Long Che and dragged him into the room, Long Che shouted, "I won't go back, let me go, let go!"

"Go outside the quarrel, if you quarrel again, get out!" After Luo Wu roared, he closed the door with a bang, and the annoying quarrel outside stopped with the sound of closing the door from outside.

Luo Wu rubbed his forehead and sighed softly, picked up the three-finger wide white cloth beside the bed and covered Mu Feigan's eyes, moved Mu Feigan inwards and lay down beside him, holding Mu Feigan's hand with one hand , just accompany each other silently, silently.

He is very tired, this love, this heart, as Mu Feigan's death approached, he became more and more overwhelmed. Luo Wu wondered if he could accept the reality when Mu Feigan really died. Does the heart still have the strength to beat?

Really tired, Luo Wu turned his head to look at Mu Feigan's sleeping face with only half of his nose exposed, and murmured, "It's okay to sleep like this with me by your side?"

At this time, Luo Wucai understood why his father didn't allow him to be with Mu Feigan. Luo Kun already knew that Mu Feigan must die!But why are so many people so sure that Mu Feigan will die instead of alive?

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