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

"Master..." Mrs. Mu tremblingly supported Master Mu's arm, shrank in a corner and looked at the crazy Mu Qinghe in fear.Master Mu put the undead pill into the box very lightly, and then put the box in his arms, and then angrily said to Mu Qing, "Are you crazy?"

Mu Qinghe laughed madly, tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, congealed into big ones on his chin, and slipped down his neck into the skirt of his clothes, his eyes were red, full of ferocious intent.

"So that's how it is," he stared straight at Master Mu, focused and crazy.

"He actually died for me." The corners of Mu Qinghe's mouth moved slightly, pulling the muscles of his face, and tears welled up in his eyes, "How can you bear it?" He walked towards Master Mu slowly, tilting his head, with a childlike innocence, Ask word by word, "Isn't he your own flesh and blood?"

"What nonsense!" He looked at Master Mu, and inexplicably felt two points of fear. He stood up abruptly and stared at Mu Qinghe, "Get out for me! What do you mean by dying for you? Your brother Xiao Chuan and he did his part for the Mu family! This is what every child of the Mu family should do."

"Should?" Mu Qinghe smiled sadly, and after a while, tears had already soaked the front of his clothes unconsciously.Standing behind him, the mute stretched out his hand anxiously, wanting to hold him in his arms, but he stretched out his hand, but he dared not move.He looked hesitantly at the slightly shaking back, struggling, at a loss.

Mrs. Mu shrank behind Master Mu, seeing Mu Qinghe's abnormal appearance, her heart skipped a beat, she looked at Mu Qinghe in horror, her voice trembling, "You... aren't Qinghe?"

Mu Qinghe slowly turned his gaze to look over, his eyes were bloodshot and bloodshot, he said in a hoarse voice, "Who does mother think I am?"

Mrs. Mu forced herself to suppress the crazily growing fear in her heart, but she was still so frightened that she could barely stand. She tightly grasped Master Mu's sleeve, and said uneasily, "You are Xiao Chuan?"

"Nonsense!" Master Mu was furious when he heard the words, and scolded, "Xiao Chuan is already dead."

"Master." Madam Mu's lips turned white, and the more she thought about it, the more frightened she became, "The dead one is probably Qinghe. He, he is Xiao Chuan."

"Him?" Master Mu looked Mu Qinghe up and down in shock, but he seemed crazy when he saw his usually gentle and elegant face. He had only seen this face on Xiao Chuan. "Are you really Xiao Chuan?"

"Yes." Mu Qingchuan walked up to Master Mu, almost touching his face, and looked closer, his red eyes became more and more frightening. Master Mu instinctively turned sideways to hide, but was caught by Mu Qingchuan. Qing Chuan grabbed it tightly and strangled his neck fiercely.

"Ah!" Mrs. Mu screamed sharply, her feet went limp, she curled up on the couch and shivered.

"Xiaochuan..." Master Mu let out his anger with difficulty, "Do you want to kill your father?"

"Think." Mu Qingchuan replied briefly, his eyelashes wet with tears were glued together, making his eyelids feel heavy. "You go to accompany brother, okay?" Mu Qingchuan squeezed his eyes vigorously, ignoring the discomfort, he became gentle again, and sincerely suggested to Master Mu, "Brother has always wanted you to see his efforts, You tell him he's fine, okay?"

"Let... let go... I..." Master Mu was almost out of breath, and he was struggling to speak, his face flushed from suffocation.

"What's so good about growing flowers? Fertilizer, loose soil, watering, sunbathing, and pruning of flower branches." Mu Qingchuan complained aggrievedly, "It's so annoying. I don't want to grow flowers."

"But brother likes it." Mu Qingchuan looked at Master Mu's face gradually turning purple, and murmured, "But in order not to let you scold me, he gave me all the flowers he planted. Why are you scolding? I I don’t want to grow flowers.” The more he thought about it, the more he hated it, and he used more force in his hands, repeating over and over again, “I don’t want to grow flowers.”

"If you don't plant it, you won't plant it!" Mrs. Mu screamed brokenly, "Let go of your father!"

"Don't let her go." Mu Qingchuan didn't even look at her, "He hit my brother."

"He is your father." Mrs. Mu prostrated herself on the ground, crying loudly.

Hearing the sound, Mu Qingchuan let go of his hands. He lowered his head and looked at Mrs. Mu. The frenzy in his eyes gradually couldn't be restrained, "Brother is your son, why don't you cry?"

Mrs. Mu raised her head in fear, suppressed her voice with all her strength, and said, "I...I cried."

"No." Mu Qingchuan exposed her lie, "You said you were sick."

"Yes, yes, when your brother was buried, I fell ill due to excessive grief." Mrs. Mu hurriedly said, lest he would not believe it.

"Liar."

Mu Qingchuan shook his head, dragging Master Mu, who was exhaling more and less inhaling, bent over to look at her, "You are in the room, you didn't cry."

He looked straight at her, his pupils were terribly black, but the whites of his eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, he looked like a debt collector, Mrs. Mu clenched her lips tightly, her tears could hardly be held back, but she was afraid of irritating Mu Qingchuan, she exerted force on her legs, Moved back little by little, quietly distanced himself from Mu Qingchuan, and asked fearfully, "What exactly do you want to do?"

"I want you to accompany brother." Mu Qingchuan replied naturally.He suddenly smiled at Mrs. Mu, and said softly, "It's your turn soon. Just wait a little longer." His hand on Master Mu's neck started to tighten again, and Master Mu's throat creaked, almost dying. Mrs. Mu's face turned blue, and she almost lost her voice. She was so frightened that she trembled all over, and she even forgot to avoid this evil spirit.

"My brother wants you to look at him more than anything." Mu Qingchuan said sadly, "It's a pity that you never look at him."

"Desperate for life...you are a ghost for life..." Mrs. Mu fell powerlessly on the ground and murmured in despair.

Mu Qingchuan dragged Master Mu, placed him side by side with Mrs. Mu, and said softly, "Mother, it's your turn."

"Let me go," Mrs. Mu begged for mercy in a low voice, hoping to impress this strange son, "I gave birth to you when I was pregnant in October."

Mu Qingchuan's outstretched hand stopped.Mrs. Mu was overjoyed, she bravely grabbed Mu Qingchuan's hand, and said in a trembling voice, "I'm pregnant with twins, I can't bear it at all, I can't move when I lie on the bed, and my stomach turns to vomit when I smell the rice. October in my stomach, I will suffer for October, do you really have the heart to kill mother?" Her tears were mottled and she was extremely miserable.

"You worked so hard to give birth to us." Mu Qingchuan sighed with emotion, Mrs. Mu hurriedly nodded, looking at him expectantly, hoping to awaken a trace of warmth in his heart.However, what Mu Qingchuan said next made her feel as if she had fallen into an ice cave.

"But it's not easy to come to this world, and my brother definitely doesn't want to die."

"No." Mrs. Mu grabbed him in a panic, and said anxiously, "He didn't want to live a long time ago! He wanted to die by himself, and he wanted to pretend to be you..." The words stopped abruptly before Mrs. Mu saw Mu Qingchuan's With a frightened expression on his face, he shut his mouth in horror, not daring to say another word.

"Yes, he died for me." Mu Qingchuan lost strength in grabbing Mrs. Mu's hand, leaving bruises on her wrist, "It's all your fault!" Madam, grab her by the neck, "You guys killed him!"

"Help..." Mrs. Mu struggled hard, stretched her hands forward, like a dying fish, her eyes were bulging, and she was panting with difficulty.

"Brother won't let me die." Mu Qingchuan fell into a frenzy, speaking incoherently, "Brother let me live for him. Tell me, how should I live? I can't die. I can't die." His voice became louder and louder, "You are just like them, you are greedy, you ask for food if you don't eat, you want money when you give food, you want a future when you give money, you want an immortal pill if you give a future... I can't die, but I You can die."

Mu Qingchuan laughed out loud, very happy, "You can give brother as companion. One is not enough for two, two is not enough for three, four... that's a lot, but why didn't brother come to me?" He gradually stopped laughing, his eyes rolled slowly, and with one free hand, he fiddled with Mrs. Mu's tilted head, and asked suspiciously, "The flowers have grown so tall, and the person who accompanied my brother has already grown so tall." Too much, why doesn't he come out to find me?"

"Is it because I sent the wrong people? Is it because my brother thinks they are dirty?" Mu Qingchuan started to panic. He pinched Mrs. Mu's neck and shook her vigorously, "Speak, talk."

Mrs. Mu's face turned purple, her mouth opened, but she couldn't make a sound.

"Speak!" Mu Qingchuan grabbed her and threw her against the wall, making a loud bang.Mrs. Mu slowly slid down from the wall, the air squeezed into her throat made her breathe greedily while coughing uncontrollably.

"Tell me, why doesn't brother look at me?" Mu Qingchuan squatted down, straightened her head, and asked seriously.

"You're crazy." Mrs. Mu was terrified, trying to dodge, trying to break free from his hand.

"Tell me." Mu Qingchuan continued to ask.

"How do I know..." Mrs. Mu was really desperate. She knelt on the ground, looked at Mr. Mu who was lying on the side motionless, and then at Mu Qingchuan who was like a ghost. Come on, please..."

"mother?"

Mu Qingchuan seemed to realize who the person in front of him was at this time. He woke up from the previous obsession and frenzy, and when he heard Mrs. Mu's voice begging for mercy, he grinned, "Brother wants to know why you walked away, why don't you tell him Bar."

"Don't..." Mrs. Mu, who had just escaped from death, shook her head helplessly, and said to the dumb slave who was standing behind Mu Qingchuan with her head lowered, "Help me..."

"You're courting death." Mu Qingchuan's gaze sharpened, he took out a dagger from his sleeve and stabbed Mrs. Mu's chest.

The mute slave opened his mouth, but he didn't speak after all.

When Mu Qinghe raised the knife and stabbed into Mrs. Mu's skin, his wrist suddenly tilted, and the dagger pierced her ribs obliquely. Mrs. Mu cried out mournfully and passed out.

"You still dare to beg for mercy." Mu Qingchuan snorted, pulled out the dagger, and wiped Mrs. Mu's body, the hatred in his voice remained undiminished, "Did brother ever beg for mercy? Did you let him go?"