It's not good for a beauty to be so irritable

After an unknown amount of time, Mu Qinghe's shout gradually weakened.

The frequency of the man waving the long whip became less and less, and finally stopped after a whip drew a deep bloodstain on Mu Qing and his ankle.

Mu Qinghe gritted his teeth, hunched like a baby, his whole body was on the ground, his hair was disheveled, and he was in a mess.

The man took a step closer, and the long whip dragged on the ground, drawing a bloodstain.

After a long time, Mu Qinghe slowly opened his eyes, the eyes stained by tears turned out to be clear and transparent, like a child, he blinked, showing a trace of confusion.

The man's eyes darkened, he knelt down on one knee, and stretched out his hand to his skirt, trying to untie it.

Mu Qinghe looked up in confusion, his body was numb from the pain, he let the man unbutton his clothes unconsciously, and slowly touched his chest with his hands.

The clothes were slowly unbuttoned, revealing the thin and fair body. The man's hand paused, stopped on the bloodstain from the barb of the long whip, and touched it lightly.

Feeling the pain, Mu Qinghe turned his head and stared blankly at the man, his long hair covered his cheeks, but his thin shoulders made him want to cry.

"Brother?" Mu Qinghe called out foolishly.

The man's body froze, his head lowered even lower, his hair fell down, just touching Mu Qinghe's chest, bringing a slight chill.Mu Qinghe's eyes lit up, he grabbed his wrist, and pressed hard on his wound, the pain made him frown, but his eyes were full of smiles, "Brother, are you back?"

The man's hand trembled, and he pushed back hard, trying to break free.

Mu Qinghe held onto him tightly, completely ignoring the re-flowing blood from his chest, he raised his upper body, hugged the man, and held him tightly in his arms, tears dripped down on the man's shoulder, "I really want to you."

The man was like a stone sculpture, he didn't dare to move, let him hold himself in his arms.

Mu Qinghe hugged him with all his strength, as if trying to embed him in his flesh, sobbed, "Brother..."

Hearing his name, the man shook his hand, and the long whip fell to the ground. He suddenly turned around and hugged Mu Qinghe, lowered his head and sniffed lightly on his shoulder. The smell of blood entered his nostrils, which made him uncontrollably excited.He took a heavy breath, eagerly gnawed on Mu Qinghe's shoulder, licked away every trace of blood on the shoulder, and sucked repeatedly, leaving red and swollen marks.

Mu Qinghe hugged him excitedly, stroking his back carelessly, apologizing incessantly, letting the man move, the painful and itchy feeling on his shoulders made him tremble, he groped to hold him The man's face lifted his hair, and he said in a daze, "Brother, you—"

The hair was pulled away suddenly, and the man froze there as if his head had been poured by ice water, his eyes looked at Mu Qinghe in horror, and his blood-stained lips trembled slightly.

Mu Qinghe looked at the scarred and mottled face, the previous throbbing and confusion receded like a tide, he pushed him away in disgust, and ordered coldly, "Get out."

The man was pushed to the ground, and pain flashed in his eyes when he heard the words, he quickly knelt down, crawled to Mu Qinghe's feet, kissed his toes, and licked the wound on Mu Qinghe's feet very lightly with his warm tongue .

"Let you go!" Mu Qinghe yelled frantically, kicked the man in the face and kicked him away, picked up the long whip beside him, and slapped the man in the face, and the man couldn't hide Hide, let him whip.

"Woo, woo." The man made a difficult sound, tentatively approaching Mu Qinghe's direction again, a long scar was drawn obliquely from the corner of his eyes to the corner of his lips, and blood burst out from the wound, like a broken tile. The jar seemed to seep water, and the whole face was soon covered with blood. He didn't wipe it off at all, but just approached Mu Qinghe.

"Take another step, and I'll kill you." Mu Qinghe looked at him fiercely, his clothes were wide open, the redness and swelling on his shoulders and the bloodstains on his body were still there, clearly, right in front of his eyes, like a sweet dream within reach .

The man opened his mouth, there was nothing in his mouth, he uttered a few words very vaguely from his throat, seeing that Mu Qinghe was unmoved, he lowered his head in frustration, with tears in his eyes, hesitantly took a step back.

"Go and see how the elixir is being made." Mu Qinghe sat on the couch slowly, gathered up his clothes in a slow and unhurried manner, with a tired expression on his face.

The man nodded, looked at Mu Qinghe with nostalgia, clenched his fists, and walked out the door.

Mu Qinghe leaned against the wall, staring greedily at the very similar figure with his eyes, until the door was closed, he slowly slid off the wall and fell straight on the couch.

The long whip fell to the ground alone, and the bloodstains were still there.

Mu Qinghe opened his eyes wide in a daze, tears gradually overflowed from his eyes, dripped from the corners of his eyes, and sank into his clothes.

"I haven't been here for a long time." He murmured, looked down at the scars on his chest, and pulled his clothes to cover them up indifferently.

"Brother, I don't seem to miss you that much anymore." He smiled, the corners of his mouth barely opened and drooped twitchingly, he sniffled and turned over on the couch.

"He's not you."

"It's not like you to hold a whip, it's more like me."

"How can I be more like you?"

"Brother," he begged to the void with red eyes, extremely helpless and pitiful, "now... can I die?"

The room was silent, no one answered.

He stubbornly stared at a point in the void, just like when he stubbornly stared at his brother when he was a child, his brother would give in, and he hoped that he would be allowed this time.

His eyes gradually became sore, he persisted in refusing to blink, and kept his ears upright, not letting go of any chance to listen to the dark voice.

There was no sound.

"Okay, I lost." Mu Qinghe muttered resentfully, "Brother is really hard-hearted."

He pursed his mouth and wiped his eyes aggrievedly. Just as he put down his hand, he raised his hand and wiped it again. After several times in a row, the skin at the corners of his eyes became red and swollen. I'm so tired, let me find you." He wailed loudly.

"No." A cold and weak voice rang in his ears, so familiar that he had heard it in dreams countless times.

Mu Qinghe's heart trembled, his whole body tensed up, he jumped up and looked around expectantly, "Brother?"

Apart from him, there was no one else in the room.

Mu Qinghe clenched his hands nervously, with an innocent expression, "Brother, can you say it again?"

"Xiao Chuan, I want you to live."

The voice sounded in his ears again, pale and weak, like a dying person, almost inaudible.

"Why?" Mu Qinghe pouted, asking dissatisfied.

"..." The man seemed to say something again, Mu Qinghe tilted his head, but still didn't hear clearly.

"Brother, what did you say?" He raised his voice and asked.

No one answered.

For a long time, still no one answered.Mu Qinghe stood for a while, and finally sat down with his back straight, like an elegant nobleman.

"Brother, it's fine if you don't say it." He lowered his head and firmly grasped the corner of his clothes, "Anyway, I've heard it countless times."

After a long time, he suddenly raised his head, smiled mischievously in front of him, and said, "But just because I can't die, doesn't mean I can't let others kill me. Right, brother." He blinked, covered his mouth and laughed.

"No." Just after laughing twice, he suddenly realized what he was doing, hurriedly put down his hand, cleared his throat, patted his face with airs and said, "This is not elegant." He said After tidying up the crumpled corners of his clothes, seeing blood everywhere, he frowned, "I can't wear this dress." After that, he went to fetch a piece of clothes by himself, came back to change, and threw the dirty clothes in the box in the corner In the middle of the night, he straightened his back again, adjusted his facial expression, and looked like a gentle and unrestrained young man again. He smiled with satisfaction, walked around the room twice with his hands behind his back, and said complacently, "Brother, doesn't this look very similar to you?" You?" He turned around twice in place, and the hem of his clothes drew a beautiful arc.

"I'm leaving," he said softly to the air, his lips turned pale, "I'm so tired."

Just as he raised his feet, he felt dizzy for a while. He staggered, lost his balance, and fell to the ground.

"Woo, ah." The door of the secret room was pushed open, and the man who had just left came in again, saw Mu Qinghe lying on the ground, and rushed to hug him in his arms.

"Put me on the bed." Mu Qinghe ordered.

The mute who couldn't speak held his hand tightly and held him in his arms, pretending not to hear.

"Let go of me." Mu Qinghe lowered his face and looked at the man coldly, without any emotion.

The mute shook his head, but in Mu Qinghe's increasingly dangerous expression, he finally compromised, he picked him up, put him on the bed, held his hand, and refused to leave with nostalgia.

Mu Qinghe lowered his head, looked at the blood-stained clothes on his body again, and said coldly, "Apply the medicine."

The mute nodded quickly, took out the medicine bottle from his arms, and wiped off the fine wounds on Mu Qinghe's body with ease, and carefully sprinkled the medicine powder on each wound.

Mu Qinghe lay there, his eyes were empty, he looked around randomly, the secret room was very simple, he could see the box in the corner at a glance, and there was the bloody coat he had just thrown in there.

"How many pieces are there?" He thought about it tediously, but his mind was disturbed and he couldn't think of anything, "Forget it, it's always not enough anyway." He gave up the question with a self-deprecating smile.

"Has the elixir been refined?" He asked the mute who was focused on applying the medicine to himself.

The mute only cared about the wound, and nodded casually without looking at him when he heard the words.

"Very good." Mu Qinghe Qingxiu's face suddenly became sullen, "It's time to deliver the medicine."