[Wearing the Book] The villain tyrant wants to spoil me

Mo Yihuan's whole body was limp, dizzy, and his eyes turned black.

"Don't be afraid, Mr. Mo," the gentle male voice fell lightly on the ear: "I will not hurt you."

Mo Yihuan raised her head with all her strength, trying to see the man in front of her clearly.What greeted his eyes was a familiar crescent white robe, Mo Yihuan's eyes widened: "You..."

Another wave of drowsiness overwhelmed the sky, and the things in front of her eyes became more and more blurred. Finally, Mo Yihuan couldn't hold it anymore and lost consciousness.

The man leaned down and took the sleepy boy into his arms.He looked at the boy in his arms with a complicated expression, stretched out his hand, and gently pinned the messy hair on his forehead behind his ears.

"...Go to sleep." He said softly, "When you wake up, everything will be over."

"Huaner!"

Ji Yue pushed open the door, but there was no one in the room.

"Huan'er?" Ji Yue looked around, with a puzzled look on his face,

At this time, he saw a piece of letterhead on the table.

There was a line written on the paper: I am waiting for you on the tower.

The font is thick and powerful, as if the ink has not dried completely.

Ji Yue's face changed instantly, and he rushed out of the door like crazy.

The top of the tower.

The night wind whistled, and the banners on the city tower fluttered.

A man in a moon-white robe stood facing the wind, with his long hair blowing in the wind. He held a young man in red in his arms. The young man seemed to be in a deep sleep with his eyes closed.

The man lowered his head and fondled the boy's face with his fingers.

"Song Zheji!" Seeing this scene, Ji Yue's eyes widened suddenly.

A cold light flashed, and the long sword at his waist was unsheathed. Ji Yue approached step by step with the sword, his eyes were filled with a gloomy chill, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Let him go!"

"Let him go? It's easy to say." Song Zheji smiled lightly and said, "If you jump off this tower, I will spare his life."

The tower is tens of feet high, jumping from the tower, no matter how skilled a person is, cannot escape the result of being smashed to pieces.

Ji Yue narrowed his eyes, the black eyes were burning with anger, the veins on his forehead were exposed, the fingers holding the sword suddenly tightened, and the sword moved: "Song Zheji, you are courting death!"

Song Zheji took a step back, a silver light flashed, and a silver dagger slipped out of his sleeve, and the sharp blade touched the boy's snow-white neck.

"Ji Yue..." Song Zheji looked up at the obviously stiff man in front of him, and seemed to sigh helplessly: "Why don't you be obedient, do you have to force me to do this?"

There was an unbelievable expression on Ji Yue's face, his body trembled slightly, and his eyes were covered with a layer of frightening light red: "...Are you crazy?!"

"Crazy?" Song Zheji raised his brows lightly, and said grimly, "No, on the contrary, I'm very sober now."

The knuckles on the hilt of the sword turned blue and white. Ji Yue lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "Song Zheji, why are you doing this? You have to understand that even if I die, Huaner will only hate me. you……"

"Ji Yue!" Song Zheji interrupted him almost viciously, he gritted his teeth, and his expression was almost ferocious: "He will stay by your side only because you have exhausted all means to him! If the person he meets first is Me, do you think he will still look at you?"

Ji Yue was startled: "You..."

"If you don't want to die for him, I will." Song Zheji's shoulders trembled, his eyes were full of ruthlessness, but the corners of his lips curved slightly sadly: "Since I have There's nothing left to lose, and it's okay to die with him..."

……

In the chaos, Mo Yihuan seemed to faintly hear someone calling his name.

"Baby? Treasure... Mo Yihuan! Wake me up! Something happened!"

Mo Yihuan opened his eyes in a daze.

He felt himself being held tightly in his arms, and the arms around his chest were so tight that he could hardly breathe.He tried to move, but found that he could hardly move at all.

"...Mr. Mo, why are you awake?"

The voice fell lightly in the ears, and at the same time a faint fragrance entered the tip of the nose.This smell is not the rosewood fragrance from Ji Yue's body, but...

Mo Yihuan suddenly remembered the last man's face he saw before he fell into a coma, his eyes widened suddenly, and he woke up instantly.

"How did this medicine pass so quickly?" Song Zheji sighed sadly, "I wanted you to sleep well, and everything will be over when you wake up. But now..."

Mo Yihuan opened his mouth, and said dryly, "Song Zheji?"

The whole body was still sore and weak, Mo Yihuan struggled with difficulty to move, Song Zheji hurriedly said: "Don't move around, I don't want to hurt you."

The neck felt cold to the touch, and it was only then that Mo Yihuan realized that his throat was being pressed against by a cold blade.

Mo Yihuan's eyes widened suddenly: "You..."

Song Zheji gently comforted him: "Don't be afraid, Mr. Mo, it will be over soon."

Mo Yihuan's heart was beating violently with fear.He reached out and grabbed Song Zheji's wrist, and said in an almost pleading tone: "Brother Song, let me go first, please, we have something to talk about, you, you don't..."

Song Zheji gently shook his head at him: "Shh, don't talk."

His expression was still warm, but his eyes were dark and cold.

Mo Yihuan's heart skipped a beat.

Song Zheji slowly raised his eyes to look at Ji Yue, his face darkened instantly, and said coldly: "Ji Yue, please make a decision quickly, I don't have that much patience."

As he said that, the dagger in his hand tightened, and the blade sank into the delicate flesh. Mo Yihuan felt a sharp pain, and could not help but whine in a low voice.

Hearing the boy's cry of pain, Ji Yue took a step forward and said urgently, "Stop! Don't hurt him!"

Song Zheji sneered: "Then why don't you jump down? You jump down, and I guarantee that Mr. Mo will be safe."

Ji Yue stood there in a daze, his chest heaving violently.

Only then did Mo Yihuan understand what Song Zheji was going to do.

He raised his eyes in panic and met Ji Yue's gaze.Ji Yue looked at him deeply, with deep reflections in his eyes.After staring at each other for a moment, the man bent his lips and said softly, "Huan'er, don't be afraid."

"Ji Yue, I think you are afraid?" Song Zheji smiled: "Why, you keep saying that you love him and protect him, but now it's really a critical moment, but you don't dare?"

Ji Yue turned his gaze to Song Zheji, his black eyes were gloomy: "Song Zheji, will you let Huaner go as long as I jump down?"

Song Zheji smiled but said, "Ji Yue, I am more reluctant to hurt him than you."

With a clang, the sword in Ji Yue's hand fell to the ground.He turned his head away from looking at Mo Yihuan, took a step forward, and walked slowly towards the edge of the tower step by step.

Mo Yihuan exclaimed: "Your Majesty, don't!"

"Jump down!" Song Zheji yelled with blue veins on his forehead and red eyes, "Hurry up! Jump down!"

Every time Ji Yue took a step, Mo Yihuan's heart beat violently.He watched the man getting closer and closer, his hands and feet were cold, and the blood in his body was almost stagnant.

"Your Majesty, don't...Your Majesty, please, don't jump off..."

The young man's miserable cries were blown away by the night wind, and the man walked step by step as if he had never heard of it.

Burning with anxiety, Mo Yihuan suddenly had a thought.

He hurriedly asked 520: "If I die now, can I travel back?"

520 said: "Yes, the task has been completed, and you can escape back at any time."

Mo Yihuan closed her eyes and secretly made up her mind.

It's just a pity that even the last three days, he didn't have time to walk with Ji Yue properly...

Ji Yue had already reached the edge of the tower, and there was bottomless darkness underneath, he gently closed his eyes.

Suddenly there was a heart-piercing cry from the young man behind him: "Your Majesty!"

Ji Yue froze, but did not turn around.

"Your Majesty, listen, after I'm gone, you'll be well here alone..."

Hearing these words, Ji Yue reacted abruptly, and he turned around in astonishment: "Huan'er..."

But it was too late.

The young man in front of him curled his lips sadly at him, grabbed Song Zheji's knife-holding hand with both hands, and slammed his chest against the tip of the knife.

A muffled sound.

For a moment, Mo Yihuan's mind went blank, and the surrounding voices instantly fell silent.When he reacted again, he only felt the pain in his chest so that he was almost suffocated, and every breath made him feel painful.He was gasping for breath with difficulty, his eyes filled with tears unconsciously, a sweet and bloody smell welled up in his throat, he opened his mouth and suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood.

It hurts, it hurts...

Blood gushed out of the wound like a spring, and Mo Yihuan could feel the feeling of strength draining from his body little by little.His limbs gradually became cold and weak. He opened his mouth to say something, but no sound came out.

Ji Yue opened his eyes wide, watching the young man suddenly cough up a mouthful of blood, the corners of his lips were stained with coquettish blood, his tearful peach blossom eyes gradually lost their spirit, and his body slowly collapsed into Song Zheji's arms .

He clenched his fists tightly and his eyes were tearing apart: "Huan'er!!!"

Song Zheji also panicked. He lowered his head and looked at his blood-stained hands in disbelief, and tremblingly touched the boy's face: "Mr. Mo..."

"Huan'er..." For a moment, Ji Yue's body swayed, and he quickly stepped forward, roaring loudly: "Let him go!"

Song Zheji staggered back with the young man in his arms, all the way to the edge of the tower.Seeing Ji Yue approaching step by step, he lowered his head again, looked at the young man's face that had lost his spirit, and muttered with a pale face: "Mr. Mo, you believe me, I never thought of hurting you...I just want to hurt you." Ji Yue is dead..."

Mo Yihuan opened his mouth with difficulty, red blood overflowed from the corner of his lips, and a hoarse voice came out from his throat: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."

Song Zheji closed his eyes, hiding the sadness and despair in his eyes.His shoulders trembled slightly, and he actually laughed.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Mo..."

After he finished speaking, he let go of Mo Yihuan, and jumped down from the tower.

"Huan'er!" Ji Yue rushed forward, trying to catch the boy's precarious body.

No!

A thought suddenly flashed through his already confused mind, Mo Yihuan thought, he couldn't just die in Ji Yue's arms so ugly, and he didn't want to see Ji Yue's sad expression...

With the last ounce of strength, he pushed Ji Yue's hand away, struggled to take two steps back, and staggered down.

He fell into darkness and groggy, and he seemed to hear the heart-piercing cry of the man above:

"Huaner!!!"

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