Chu Muyun found him without much effort.
In the desolate corner, there was no one around, and he curled up there, his long hair hanging down like a waterfall, and his body became thinner and thinner. And because the silver hair was too long, it fell to the ground, and the muddy, gleaming silver and taupe land formed a sharp contrast, making people feel unbearable to watch.
It is estimated that all people who meet Jun Mo for the first time will feel pity.
After all, his appearance is so beautiful, and he is thin and pitiful, even if he is expressionless, but the translucent silver eyes seem to be full of sadness from time to time, which leads people to want to take him in.
This is the idea of a good person, and of course there are many evil people who will be aroused by the sadistic desire in their hearts after seeing him.
Such an appearance, such a temperament, is pitiful and depraved.
It's like falling into the silt of beautiful gems, and people can't help but want to continue to smear him, stain him, and tarnish him. That morbid pleasure will inspire many people to be violent.
But no matter what kind of person, it is the same for Jun Mo.
He has no cultivation, so he can't resist: he can't refuse to take in, and he can only obey when plundered.
He can't prevent natural disasters from befalling people who are good to him, nor can he let disasters recognize the arrival of wicked people, so as not to hurt innocent people.
After countless experiences and long years, he no longer has any expectations for good and evil, good and bad.
Because no matter what, in the end, there is no way to escape a dead word.
Chu Muyun looked at him from the side.
The silver-haired boy looked embarrassed, but no one could really hurt him.
Eighty percent of the cult leader was attracted to his appearance and wanted to be a male pet, so he kept it in the house, but in fact he didn't even want to touch Jun Mo at all.
Jun Mo's consciousness can affect the body of calamity - although it cannot be stopped, it can be strengthened.
It can be heard from the words of the villagers before.
At first, they took in Jun Mo, but it was just that the old Wang family had an accident, and did not hurt the third child of the Wang family who retrieved Jun Mo.
Afterwards, although the entire village was robbed, they were lucky enough to meet Chu Muyun, which was considered a near miss.
Looking at the Wan Guijiao, it is really a miserable word in capital letters.
80% is that the sect leader had evil intentions towards Jun Mo, which made Jun Mo disgusted, so the natural disasters that came down were real and ruthless.
The sect leader was first rebelled by someone close to him, then his beloved (the corpse) was taken away, and finally the entire organization was destroyed, leaving no one alive...
It seems that this is not enough. A landslide and ground split have reduced the entire Wangui Mountain to ruins.
From a certain point of view, Jun Mo is the most difficult to mess with.
Annoying him is not a matter of death, but a pile of death, unable to stop.
Thinking of this, Chu Muyun couldn't help sighing again.
This little lazy seems to be ruthless and disinterested, and he doesn't care about everything in the world, but in fact he still has a trace of kindness in his heart.
Because of this kindness, he never took anger at those ordinary people who scolded him, ridiculed him, or even beat him—if he really cared, how could anyone dare to scold him? I'm afraid it's already dead.
Because of this, he has been bullied and tortured, but even if he is always down, he is not willing to abuse the ability of the body of natural disaster.
Chu Muyun came out of the dark, showing his body shape.
Jun Mo raised his head sharply, and a pair of empty silver eyes stared at him.
Shen Yun had been dead for thousands of years, but apparently the young man still remembered him.
Chu Muyun smiled: "Are you okay?"
Jun Mo didn't say anything, just stared at him.
Chu Muyun stretched out his hand, picked up the strands of his falling hair, and put it on his thin shoulders: "We know each other?"
He asked deliberately, but after asking, he saw that your already empty silver eyes dimmed a bit.
There are a lot of people with similar appearances in the world, not to mention that Chu Muyun and Shen Yun are only five or six points alike. If you look closely, you can see that they are definitely not the same person.
Jun Mo shook his head and replied softly, "No."
Chu Muyun smiled: "It doesn't matter if you don't know each other. From now on, even if you know each other, my name is Ling Mu, what's your name?"
Jun Mo didn't have much reaction to the kindness sent to him. He just lowered his eyes slightly and said calmly, "Jun Mo."
Chu Muyun stretched out his hand to him: "If you don't have a place to go, why don't you follow me in the future?"
Jun Mo looked at his slender palm, the palm was dry, and people could feel the fiery temperature without touching it... But he knew that if he touched it, the warmth would soon turn into a deadly coldness.
Jun Mo retracted his gaze and refused: "No need."
Chu Muyun was not surprised, he looked at him with a smile, and said, "I heard about your experience."
Jun Mo was unmoved: "Since this is the case, please leave me alone."
Chu Muyun added: "Maybe I have a way to get rid of the body of calamity."
Jun Mo suddenly looked up at him.
Chu Muyun smiled: "Would you like to try it?"
Jun Mo didn't make a sound, and still looked at him so calmly.
Chu Muyun continued: "I have no relationship, no reason, no care, and the worst result is death."
"You've seen many life and death partings, so it's time to get used to it... So, do you want to give it a try?"
Jun Mo finally said, "Why?"
Chu Muyun has a reason: "If you live too long and know too much, you will gradually feel that life is boring." He lightly raised the corner of his mouth and said with a hint of joking, "Just think that I am extremely boring... Challenge the 'impossible'."
What he said was rather absurd, but unexpectedly moved Jun Mo.
This man knows his physique, knows what he will bring to him, and knows what his final outcome will be.
He wasn't pitying him, he wasn't trying to save him, and he wasn't satisfying his excessive sympathy.
He told him bluntly: I was just bored, I met you by chance, and wanted to challenge it.
No psychological burden, no emotional kidnapping, everything is so transparent.
Jun Mo didn't expect anything, but his heart moved slightly unexpectedly.
I can't tell if it's the additional effect of this similar appearance, or if what he said is too sweet, in short... Jun Mo nodded.
Chu Muyun smiled, and the palm of his hand stroked his smooth hair very naturally, and said slowly, "Don't worry, those who will be hurt by natural disasters are not strong enough."
Jun Mo's body trembled slightly.
His actions, his demeanor, and his words were all very familiar.
Even after a thousand years, his memory is still fresh and he has never forgotten.
After all, those short years were the only peace and quiet in his long life.
Although in the end...
Chu Muyun looked at the slight change in his demeanor and asked softly, "You seem to... know me?"
Jun Mo paused and said, "You are very similar to an old friend of mine."
"Oh?" As if being aroused by curiosity, Chu Muyun asked, "Does it look like it? I have never had blood relatives. I don't know where he is at the moment? Is there a fate to meet?"
Jun Mo's eyes drooped slightly: "He is dead."