One of the seven gods of the devil world: Mo Jiushao, with a vicious 'arrogant' palm, a beautiful appearance, unparalleled elegance, seemingly pure and flawless, but in fact, he has a scheming and cunning mind, a very deep city, and his IQ is beyond imagination. At the same time, it is extremely contempt for human nature. He likes to push people into the bottomless abyss by the most gentle means, and enjoy the desperate expression of betrayal before human beings are dying.
Chu Muyun has a very good memory, and it can be said that he never forgets it. Of course, he will not forget the slightest bit of what he wrote.
So he knew too much about the bad taste of the beauty in front of him.
Mo Jiushao leaned down, his long blue hair fell, accompanied by a faint fragrance, the tenderness between his eyebrows and eyes: "Don't be afraid, I have friendship with your father, I'm very sorry for this to happen, it's a pity that I'm late. Some, I couldn't save them, but fortunately they protected you desperately..."
Chu Muyun listened attentively to his nonsense with his eyes open.
Mo Jiushao's fingers were slender and fair, and the light blue sleeves were as beautiful as pearls in the deep sea. He gently stroked the embarrassed boy's forehead and continued: "Go back with me, and I will help you find the murderer. , okay?"
Chu Muyun looked at him without blinking. After a long time, he opened his mouth and spit out a single syllable weakly: "...Okay."
The son he wrote is the clearest. If he doesn't agree at this time, the next moment he will be able to separate the family. Where should he go, why bother himself? Mo Jiushao is not bad, anyway, before pushing people into hell, he will gently hold people up to heaven.
Although it would be even worse if he fell in this way, it had little to do with him. When he left this place, he would definitely stay far away from this pervert, and there would be no involvement at all, and naturally there would be nothing to say.
Although Chu Muyun was very surprised as to why he came to this world, he was at ease since he came here.
Hearing that he should come down, Mo Jiushao's mouth overflowed with a shallow smile, and his white hand stretched out in front of him.
This was to pull him up. When Chu Muyun put his hand on it, he realized that his palm was pitifully small, with some blood stains in it. Compared with Mo Jiushao's palm, it was like a bright moon and mud. No, it seems to be blasphemy to touch it.
Chu Muyun paused.
Mo Jiushao suddenly wrapped his hand in the palm of his hand.
The slightly hot touch is like a warm and warm jade, delicate and smooth, and it seems to be able to absorb human skin...
Mo Jiushao put all his strength into his arms, and the pungent aroma lingered in his nostrils. This refreshing smell covered the surrounding blood and scorched rot, forming a small world of its own, which made the tense body unbearable. Relax.
Mo Jiushao leaned into his ear and whispered softly: "Your leg is injured, I will hold you first, and then I will treat you when I go back."
Chu Muyun's eyes were confused, and he replied nervously, "Okay."
His cowardly appearance made Mo Jiushao's smile deepen, he patted his thin back and said warmly: "Close your eyes and rest for a while, don't be afraid, no one will be with me in the future. bully you."
Chu Muyun obediently buried it on his shoulders, but after staggering his gaze, those nervous and confused eyes instantly darkened, and there was a coldness inside.
The moment Mo Jiushao met him, a sudden 'drip' sounded in his mind, followed by an electronic sound with no temperature: "Target the target person, please collect information as soon as possible and complete the task."
If ordinary people heard this voice, they would be shocked, but Chu Muyun kept his breath. On the one hand, he had an extraordinary temperament, and on the other hand, he knew Mo Jiushao too well. This man seemed gentle and honest. Weird, if you lose your way in front of him, I'm afraid the consequences will be unimaginable.
He had a lot of doubts in his heart, but he refrained from asking, and just leaned on Mo Jiushao obediently, thinking about the current situation.
This is "Devil World", and the man holding him is Mo Jiushao, but Chu Muyun can be sure that he has not described this episode, which means that this is before the "plot" begins. Based on what he knew about Mo Jiushao, it was common for him to kill people all over the family. Even if he killed hundreds of people and then adopted an orphan with good intentions, it was one of the behaviors that could satisfy his bad taste.
Originally, Chu Muyun's plan was to find a way to get away from Mo Jiushao after he left here, but when he heard the voice in his head, he guessed that things might not be so simple.
As one of the seven gods of the devil world, Mo Jiushao has a very high cultivation base, but in the blink of an eye, he returned to the Devil's Temple on Qianluan Peak.
Just like his whole person, this magnificent palace is located in a sea of clouds, with white jade as the steps and sapphire top beams, like a fairyland, not like something in the devil world.
He walked in with Chu Muyun in his arms, and the leader of the guard bowed his head respectfully to him: "Your honor."
Mo Jiushao just responded lightly.
Chu Muyun thought for a while, and felt that he should express his surprise appropriately, so he raised his head and asked anxiously, "Your Highness?"
Mo Jiushao looked at him gently: "Are you willing to call me father?"
Chu Muyun paused, what he hesitated was: This generation is a bit messy, in theory, I am your father.
Obviously Mo Jiushao didn't think so, he patiently stroked his back, and said warmly, "Don't be in a hurry, you just lost your parents, but I made you sad by mentioning this."
If you really don't want to make people sad, don't kill people, okay? Although he complained in his heart, Chu Muyun still had a sad look on his face, and lowered his eyes in loneliness.
Mo Jiushao sighed softly and pressed him into his arms again.
Chu Muyun looked at the fair neck in front of him, and felt a little regretful. Mo Jiushao's appearance was exactly the type he liked. If it wasn't for his bad personality, he really wouldn't mind having a good time with him.
It's a pity now... Thinking about this guy's temperament, he could only sigh in his heart: If he had known that he would wear it in a book one day, he should have set Mo Jiushao to be unable to live without a man.
Just as this thought flashed through his mind, the cold electronic voice appeared again, and he spit out two words with a mocking face: "Haha."
Chu Muyun raised his eyebrows, but he still held back and did not speak.
Mo Jiushao settled him in the side hall, and took care of him for three days in a state of clothes. He personally treated his injured legs, accompanies him with meals and coaxed him to sleep. That gentle and considerate appearance was enough to make anyone unguarded. Really trust and depend on him and even fall in love with him.
Chu Muyun's body was only about eleven or twelve years old. He was a pampered young master, and suddenly his family was broken and homeless. I was afraid that he felt that the sky was falling, and life was better than death. Mo Jiushao brought him back. He took care of him so carefully and raised him carefully. If it was the original owner, he would definitely give up every minute. From then on, he regarded Mo Jiushao as the savior of the world. Shao has to play.
Too bad it was replaced.
In fact, Chu Muyun has been very comfortable after these three days. Mo Jiushao was born too beautiful, and You Qi likes to pretend to be as clean as a fairy. In Chu Muyun's eyes, she is really hooking people with every move. Fortunately, this body Minor, otherwise he has to find a way to quench the fire.
On the fourth day, Chu Muyun's legs had basically recovered. Mo Jiushao was not an idler. It was not bad to spend three days for a plaything, and he couldn't just stick to it. There is a difference, if you want to refuse or welcome, you can directly focus on the center.
Mo Jiushao finally left, but Chu Muyun was really relieved.
After three days of acting, he almost really regarded himself as a little white flower that I felt pity for.
When the dangerous person left, he loosened his muscles and bones, his black eyes suddenly sharpened, and the soft and glutinous young man's voice was cold and cold: "Who are you?"
The room was empty, he said to the voice in his head.
The electronic voice sounded stereotyped again: "You can call me zero."
Chu Muyun narrowed his eyes: "You brought me into this world?"
"you can say it this way."
"What's the purpose of doing this?"
"Let all the seven demons fall in love with you."
Hearing this sentence, Rao Shi Chu Muyun was also slightly stunned, he felt extremely absurd: "What if I don't agree?"
Zero is not surprised: "You don't want to return to the original world, and you are not afraid of death, so if you refuse, you will taste the experience of these seven people's tragic deaths one by one."
Chu Muyun's face darkened, this damn thing knew him so well.
But he never liked being shackled: "No one can force me to do what I don't want to do."
Zero is indeed very aware of his temperament: "If you can complete the task, you will get what you want."
Chu Muyun smiled: "How do you know what I want?"
Ling paused for a moment and said rigidly, "You know it yourself."
Those few words without emotional fluctuations made Chu Muyun ponder deeply.
Something he wants... he does have something he really wants... the one he's been craving since he can remember...
After being silent for a long time, Chu Muyun finally opened his mouth and responded, "...Deal."
In this world, there is probably no one who understands those seven mental illnesses better than Chu Muyun. After all, he created them, and it is not difficult to do what they like.
The only thing that gave Chu Muyun a headache was that when he set them up, he substituted them a little bit. Therefore, even if he grew up to look like Mo Jiushao, he was a proper number one. It really overwhelmed him, let alone falling in love. It is estimated that the next second will be the dismemberment of five horses.
So... if he had known that they would come in, he should have written them as little goblins who wanted to be fucked every day.
Really, regret it!