The villain is my brother

The ice-blue red lotus fire was floating in the air, jumping for joy, as if she was happy that she had returned to her birthplace. Although she had no aura of wisdom, Qin Moyu seemed to be able to feel the happiness of the red lotus fire, maybe it was the red lotus fire. The fire was deep in his soul, and he seemed to have a wonderful sense of belonging to this strange village.

Pushing open the ice doors of each room, it was obviously an empty room, but Qin Moyu could always feel gentle and kind gazes as he walked in it, as if someone was guiding him forward in the dark.

And at this time, there is no one else who can give Qin Moyu these kinds of help, except those souls suppressed by the formation.

"Is it you..."

Qin Moyu muttered to himself, stretched out his hand to catch a snowflake, and followed the guidance to the place where the red lotus fire stopped dancing. The cool snowflake fell on the palm of his hand but did not melt. The beautiful hexagon is a miracle of nature.

The only answer to him was the wind, but Qin Moyu seemed to get a warm answer, showing a shy smile.

"Thank you."

He bowed to the empty surroundings to express his thanks, and received the gentle touch of snowflakes, and he was blessed to drive the red lotus karmic fire forward slowly.

In front of Qin Moyu was a huge stone tablet covered with ice and snow. The thick wind and snow covered the name on it. No one can find it online.

It was a stone tablet with the names of all the extremely cold clans written on it, and it was also the foundation of Jianghua's formation.

Even though the name and memory are right in front of them, the Jihan Clan has never been able to wipe away the wind and snow on the stele, and can only let it spend the long years with themselves in silence.

The moment the red lotus karma hit the stone tablet, the originally extremely cold red lotus karma ignited like a real flame, and the dusty wind and snow were completely melted away by the fire, revealing the long-sealed name.

But Qin Moyu didn't have time to read their names, and his eyes suddenly went dark and he lost consciousness.

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"Qin Moyu! Are you going to have dinner together at night? Hey, you haven't been to club gatherings once."

A youthful face approached suddenly, startling Qin Moyu who was in a daze, and quickly pushed him away.

"What are you doing? Don't come so close to me." Qin Moyu sighed in disgust, and could only nod perfunctorily in the face of his roommate's expectant eyes, "Okay, okay, go, go, can't I go?"

"Okay! I'll tell the president right now, hey hey hey, if you go, the girl will definitely go too, and it's up to you to get out of the single brother!" The roommate happily took out his mobile phone to send a message, doing spring and autumn while typing big dream.

Qin Moyu shrugged amusedly, and habitually took out his mobile phone to scan the videos. The videos of funny and cute pets made people laugh out loud, but after laughing, he always felt that he had forgotten something.

what is it then?

Qin Moyu propped his face, his thoughts gradually let go.

A figure seemed to flash across the empty heart, vague but hard to forget.

The slight sourness hurt her heart, and Qin Moyu rubbed the phone case, secretly making up her mind.

——Let’s go back and see the dean during the long vacation.

In the blink of an eye, it's the holidays.

"Dean! I'm back." Qin Moyu stood at the door with his schoolbag on his back. Before he could finish speaking, the door opened and gave the dean a big hug.

"It's still like a child at such a big age." The dean complained, but there was no impatience on his face. Instead, he was sincerely happy because of Qin Moyu's return. She took Qin Moyu's schoolbag persistently, nagging He said, "Are you hungry in the car? The meal will be ready soon. Wash your hands first when you get home. Where can you watch TV? There are fruits you like in the refrigerator, but don't eat too much..."

The series of concerns made Qin Moyu completely unable to resist, and could only keep on ummmm, if the dean hadn't remembered that the dishes in his pot were still hot, he might have been able to talk for a while.

But Qin Moyu likes this kind of nagging very much, just like the smell of food wafting in the air now, this is the home he misses so much.

He was lying on the sofa and swiping his phone, and came across a recent popular Xiuxian drama shared by a female classmate in Moments. Zhu Tucao: "The Dao heart is not stable, how can it be cultivated without retreating for hundreds of years."

As a result, he himself was stunned when he said this, because he was also watching this drama recently when he was bored, and he still watched it with great interest, but why did he complain so seriously today.

Moreover, he has never cultivated immortality, so how did he know that if his Taoism is unstable, he will have to retreat for hundreds of years?

Before Qin Moyu could figure out the question in his heart, the dean called him to come over for dinner, and he didn't bother to think about it immediately, so he ran to the dean cheerfully.

The dean is not a famous chef, and there are only two people eating, but they still try their best to cook a table of delicious food, all of which Qin Moyu likes to eat.

In order not to waste the portion of each dish, it is just to ensure that Qin Moyu can eat a few more dishes he likes when he comes back, but it is a lot of trouble to do so.

Qin Moyu was naturally moved when he saw a table full of dishes, but he also felt sorry for the dean who was busy, and said in a complaining and coquettish way: "The dean doesn't have to cook so many dishes, it's so troublesome. Eating leftovers is bad for your health..."

The dean smiled cheerfully: "No trouble, no trouble...as long as you come back, there is no trouble."

As he said that, the dean picked up a piece of meat with chopsticks and put it in Qin Moyu's bowl: "Eat more, you will lose weight."

Qin Moyu touched his fleshy belly with a guilty conscience, smirked and said nothing.

They talked and laughed like this, although they were not related by blood, they were like a real mother and child when they got along.

Until Qin Moyu picked up a piece of twice-cooked pork, he was stunned by the taste in his mouth.

"What's wrong?" the dean asked worriedly.

Qin Moyu was stunned for a second, then smiled and shook his head: "It's nothing, it's just that I haven't eaten twice-cooked pork made by the dean for a long time, and it feels very familiar."

This inadvertent episode passed quickly, and no one cared.

"Dean, let's go to the hospital for a physical examination in the afternoon."

"What's the good check? I'm in good health. It's a waste of money."

The dean's face is full of wrinkles left by time, no matter how much she bleaches and dyes her hair, she still can't hide the silvery whiteness that emerges from the roots, and the tall figure in her memory has become stooped and short at some point, why doesn't she know I am getting old, but the more I do, the less I want to admit that I am no longer young.

Qin Moyu knew that the dean was used to living a hard life and didn't want to spend money on the hospital, but he still insisted that the dean agreed to go for the checkup with him.

Even on weekends, the hospital was still overcrowded. Qin Moyu was busy up and down, and insisted on waiting for some results in the hospital after the dean finished the examination and sent her back.

It wasn't until Qin Moyu found the words "stomach is normal" on the complicated report that his disguise all along collapsed.

"It would be great if all of this was true."

As Qin Moyu muttered to himself, everything around him began to become unreal. The hospital hall that was noisy and crowded just now became quiet and empty. He stood in the outskirts of the deserted, and the report in his hand became a heavy urn.

One drop, two drops...

Tears kept hitting the box like broken beads. Qin Moyu thought that he would not lose his composure after experiencing it once, but the facts proved that no matter how many times he did it again, he was still the same Qin Moyu who had lost his loved one.

The base of the formation is not unguarded, but anyone who gets close to the base of the formation will be pulled into the illusion, and after losing all memories, falling into the illusion gives a world that makes up for all regrets.

Those lives that belonged to others in my memory have become my own, and those heart-wrenching regrets have not yet happened in this world, just like the dean who was the least capable of making twice-cooked meat, he also "learned" because of his longing for Master , it can be said that this is an almost perfect world for Qin Moyu.

It was so perfect that he almost forgot why he came here.

However, he still couldn't forget, couldn't forget that the dean hid blood in his stool to anemia, couldn't forget that the dean fell down because of anemia but didn't tell himself, couldn't forget how the dean passed away quietly in the room discovered by people.

A fake is a fake after all, and his guilt towards the dean cannot allow him to enjoy this perfection with peace of mind.

So when the illusion found that the dream could not stop Qin Moyu, it turned into another illusion.

"Momo." The dean's voice seemed to come from afar, ethereal and hoarse.

Qin Moyu hugged the urn tightly, forcing himself to close his eyes so as not to listen to the bewitchment of the illusion.

The dean's familiar voice suddenly became sharp and hard to hear, like roaring or resentment.

"Why didn't you come back sooner—"

"If you had come back sooner, I wouldn't have died alone in the room—"

"The floor is really cold...it's really cold...why don't you come with me?!"

A sentence of questioning was like a knife piercing Qin Moyu's heart, and it was also Qin Moyu's questioning of himself countless days and nights.

——Obviously working desperately during the holidays is to reduce the burden of the dean, but why can't even see the dean for the last time.

The saddest thing in the world is that the son wants to support him but refuses to be loved.

Qin Moyu finally couldn't support the strength of standing, and knelt down heavily on the ground with a "bang", choking hard.

If Perfection can't keep Qin Moyu, then the illusion will destroy Qin Moyu's psychological defense from another angle.

So a gentle voice sounded from somewhere, seductively persuading: "Stay here...stay here...you have everything..."

Qin Moyu's body trembled slightly, and he lowered his head deeply, as if he had been shaken by these words.

The voice continued to seduce him: "Is there anything wrong with staying? All your regrets can be made up for. Here are the people you cherish and the life you dream of."

It gave Qin Moyu enough time to think, and tried his best to magnify Qin Moyu's emotions in the most painful time.

The emotions of loneliness and sadness continued to expand, and all kinds of past memories came to mind, and the emotions in my heart seemed to be controlled by an invisible hand.

It took a long time before Qin Moyu opened his mouth.

"But."

Qin Moyu spoke hoarsely, and slowly raised his head, even though the tails of his eyes were red, his eyes were extremely firm.

He put the urn on the ground with great care and stood up, even though he knew it was a fake heart, he was still in uncontrollable pain.

So Qin Moyu said:

"They're still waiting for me to go back."

The dean told him to cherish the people in front of him; the master told him to face fate bravely.

If they really stay here, they will be really disappointed.

A bright smile appeared on Qin Moyu's tear-stained face, clean and pure.

With a bang, the illusion collapsed, and wind and snow drifted in from outside the shattered illusion.

Qin Moyu touched his cheek, and there was no trace of tears on his cool cheek, only the faint pain in his heart made him clearly remember that he had just experienced a fantasy.

Now he can be sure that that strange "Gu Jia" was indeed the one who sent him to this world, because if he hadn't awakened that memory in advance, he would have been lost in the secret realm just now.

The most powerful illusion has never been to construct a more realistic scene, but to die willingly even if you know that everything is fake.

Now, the illusion has been broken, as long as Shen Mo is called to use the red lotus karma to open the formation base and input the luck of the four continents, the formation in the extremely cold place will be broken!

A small piece of jade appeared in Qin Moyu's palm, and he crushed it easily with a little force. This was also given to him by Shen Mo. He can notify Shen Mo in time when the formation is broken, or call Shen Mo back in case of danger.

But after Yu Jue was crushed, what Qin Moyu saw was a figure in embarrassment stumbling over from the wind and snow.

"Mo Yu..."

Shen Mo, who walked out of the wind and snow, was pale. Bright red blood gushed out from the wound on his abdomen, instantly staining the surrounding snow red. He fell to the ground in embarrassment, and stretched out his right hand towards Qin Moyu.

The black pupils were full of prayers, as if they were defeated by the heavens and fled here to seek help from Qin Moyu.

The dazzling bright red on the snow-covered snow made Qin Moyu forget to think so much, and subconsciously wanted to run to save people.

But the outstretched foot only took one step before it stopped abruptly.

Shen Mo didn't understand why he looked at Qin Moyu who was standing still, and called Qin Moyu's name again in a dying tone.

"You really look like Yebai."

Qin Moyu said quietly.

A trace of panic flashed in "Shen Mo"'s eyes, and he still did his best to perform: "What are you talking about... Mo Yu... How could I be pretending..."

Qin Moyu chuckled lightly, retreating instead of advancing.

His clear voice was like the sun in the deep winter amidst the whistling wind and snow, melting away all hypocrisy.

"It's just that Yebai is an idiot. If there is real danger, he won't ask me for help."

If it was so powerful that even Shen Mo couldn't resist, even if he died with the Dao of Heaven, he wouldn't put himself in any danger, would he?

The shrewd Shen Mo seems to become so stupid only with himself.

——It is so simple that people can guess his thoughts at a glance.