"You want to die too, don't you?" Mu Ziye gritted his teeth, and suddenly grinned with pain piercing his heart: "Okay! Die! Let's go together."
He clenched Long Xiaoyu's collar, raised his other hand, and clenched his fist.
The wind of his fist was mixed with a piercing cold wind, and he punched Long Xiaoyu directly.
Just at this very moment—
"You, hit him, I'll, hit you..." A thin and soft voice mixed into the sound of the wind, and was blown away in an instant.
Mu Ziye didn't hear it, but he seemed to hear it again, because his fist was already frozen in the air, only half an inch away from Long Xiaoyu's face.
Long Xiaoyu really heard it, but he felt like it was an auditory hallucination.
He still kept the original movement: hugging Mu Ziling, looking at Mu Ziling, without moving.
Just now, his Mu'er seemed to have spoken.
Long Xiaoyu was afraid that it was an illusion, so he didn't dare to move, and stared at the person in his arms without blinking.
His men woke up.
Really, wake up.
The corners of Long Xiaoyu's eyes were red, and there was water in his eyes.
Mu Ziling's eyelashes trembled, she opened her eyes slightly to look at him, her fingers moved, but she couldn't lift them up.
Her lips moved: "Long Xiaoyu, I want to touch your face."
The sound was like a gnat, but Long Xiaoyu could still hear it clearly and truly.
Not auditory hallucinations, nor delusions.
"Yeah." His body came back to life, and he came back to life. He quickly squeezed her little hand and pressed it to his face: "Touch it."
His face was very cold, she touched the corner of his eye, it was wet and hot: "Did you cry?"
Long Xiaoyu denied it categorically: "No." He explained: "The wind and snow here are too heavy, and it hurts my eyes."
Before he finished speaking, a drop of warm tears slipped from the corner of his eyes unexpectedly, landed on her fingertips, and finally trickled into her finger sockets.
He put her hand to his lips and kissed away the wetness.
Liar, she saw it all.
The corners of Mu Ziling's lips twitched slightly: "Is it bitter?"
Long Xiaoyu kissed her hand again, without hiding it: "Bitter."
Really bitter.
During this period, he had tasted it, it was bitter and poisonous, like a slow poison, eroding and devouring his heart bit by bit.
Fortunately, she woke up.
As long as she is fine, no matter how hard it is, he is willing and worth it.
His hands were very cold, and without touching her face, he gently stroked her hair: "Mumu, it's over."
It's all over, there will be no more Yue Linglong in the world, and there will be no more magic babies.
Mu Ziling knew about it, and was very grateful: "Well, we are still here."
Fate has a definite number, and people have a definite number, and now she can be regarded as extremely happy.
Although the devil baby failed to come into the world before, it had a great influence on her.
The magic baby just chanted a few sonic incantations, which caused serious damage to her seven meridians and eight meridians. Fortunately, at the critical moment, she used the power of stars to protect her heart meridian, and was able to save her life.
She was able to wake up at this moment because Long Xiaoyu injected into her body the Dragon Elephant Chunyang, which is closely connected with his life, and it has not stopped since the beginning, which is equivalent to wasting his own life save her.
She was unconscious before and couldn't stop him, but now that she is awake, no matter what she says, it is impossible for him to damage his body to save her life.
Mu Ziling looked at Long Xiaoyu, moved her lips, and said solemnly and silently: "Long Xiaoyu, you still have to take care of me, to be healthy and not to fall down, do you understand?"
It was obviously a righteous request, but Long Xiaoyu looked at her with only distressed eyes.
He knew what she was thinking, and answered her without reason: "Okay."
The distance between hell and heaven is just a thought away, and Mu Ziye came to his senses: "Ling girl, you finally woke up, I thought you..." He choked up his voice, tears were about to burst out: " Scared my brother to death."
Mu Ziling turned to look at him, and complained: "Brother, I'm fine, you are not allowed to hit him, and you are not allowed to hit yourself."
Her voice is very weak, and so are people, and she is still holding on.
Mu Ziye's throat was so congested, he nodded repeatedly: "Okay, what do you say, as long as you are fine, you can do whatever you want."
Mu Ziling knocked her eyelids. Fortunately, she was tired and sleepy. She murmured and repeated: "I'm fine. You guys are not allowed to fight, and you are not allowed to hurt yourself..."
Before she finished speaking, she closed her eyelids uncontrollably and fell into the darkness again.
"Ling'er!" Mu Ziye suddenly became nervous again, and he rushed forward.
Without waiting for him to approach, Long Xiaoyu picked up Mu Ziling, turned around and left.
Mu Ziye, who was in the air, lost his face, and felt bitter and sour in his heart.
Obviously he is the elder brother, but at this moment, he actually has a heart-pounding feeling of an old father watching his daughter's elbow turn outward.
What did that little girl say just now
What do you mean if you hit him, I will hit you
So heartbroken, so sad.
Just as Mu Ziye was feeling chest tight and short of breath, and was beating his chest, Long Xiaoyu suddenly stopped in front of him: "Where is Li Zhan's residence?"
The voice was cold and icy, and the tenderness was only for the person in his arms.
The younger sister was "robbed" away just like that, Mu Ziye felt bitter and hated, and didn't want to talk to him.
"Mumu needs rest."
Mu Ziling is very weak now, how could Long Xiaoyu be willing to take her on a long journey, and now it is freezing, so there is no place to go, the nearest and most suitable place to recuperate is Li Zhan's paradise that is like spring all the year round .
"Follow me." Mu Ziye lost all emotion immediately, and ran forward to lead the way in a hurry.
Oh, he wasn't leading the way alone, he was carrying Ouyang Feiyu who was already frozen on his shoulders.
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Mu Ziling woke up again, two months later.
On the third day after waking up, her body recovered a little and she wanted to walk down the ground, but Long Xiaoyu refused to let her lie on the bed.
On the fifth day after waking up, her spirit recovered a lot, and Long Xiaoyu allowed her to leave the room, but she still refused to let her go down to the ground. Does she want to bask in the sun, or enjoy the flowers and swim in the lake? go.
On the fifteenth day after waking up, she was satisfied with the ability to move her limbs flexibly, but Long Xiaoyu only compromised to let her sit in the gold-encrusted wheelchair that Li Zhan was sitting in, and still refused to let her get off the ground.
A month after waking up, her body had recovered to a good extent, and walking was no longer a problem, but she was still "forced" to rely on a wheelchair to survive.
The spring is warm and the flowers are blooming, and the breeze is warm.
Under the gazebo, the red mantle flutters, and the early spring sun shines in, making the gazebo feel warm.
Holding a bowl of soup medicine, Long Xiaoyu softly coaxed the little woman who didn't know how many times she had had a tantrum with him: "Hey, take another sip."
don't drink!
Mu Ziling turned her head away.
Long Xiaoyu walked around in front of her, his patience seemed endless: "Just take this sip, and I'll accompany you for a walk there after drinking."
(end of this chapter)