Fairy Dream Ye Luoli: I led the master to kill crazy

In the blink of an eye, Xiyu disappeared from Lingxi Pavilion and returned to her colorful castle. Ye Fan was inside, looking here and there.

Everything here is new to him.

"Ye Luoli's magic, magic book!"

Xiyu stroked the magic book floating in her hand, and she thought of Ajiu again, wondering how he was doing.

Thinking about it, Xiyu showed a helpless smile, wondering how could he have a bad life with Fusheng.

After Xiyu left, Mo Jiuyu felt that something was wrong. He clearly liked Fusheng in his memory, but when he saw Fusheng, he didn't feel anything at all.

He could never get back what was missing from his heart no matter what.

Mo Jiuyu became more and more decadent, and his academic performance plummeted. Even the principal came to ask what happened to Mo Jiuyu.

If he could maintain his previous results, he might be able to come back as a national champion in science, but now...

He actually came last in the exam, which left the principal and Mo Jiuyu's teachers at a loss.

There are only three months until the college entrance examination, which is really worrying.

But Mo Jiuyu locked himself in the room and saw no one. There were papers everywhere in the room. He seemed to be drawing someone, but he had no face.

"Master, what's wrong with you?" Fusheng picked up the paper on the ground and unfolded it. He was a little confused. For so many days, the master had been drawing, but what he drew was her, but not her.

When Xiyu created Fusheng, she copied all the memories of her coming to this world and replaced her face in the memory with Fusheng's.

In Xiyu's view, nothing goes wrong.

But she miscalculated her position in Mo Jiuyu's heart.

Meeting some people is a gift from God. For Mo Jiuyu, Xiyu was a ray of light in his more than ten years of dark life, bringing him warmth and hope.

I could have endured the darkness if I hadn't seen the light.

In the studio, Mo Jiuyu has fallen into his own world, unable to hear the sounds of the outside world, and the pen in his hand has never stopped loving.

After not eating, drinking, or basking in the sun for a long time, his face was extremely pale, and his eyes were full of exhaustion and despair.

Mo Jiuyu himself didn't know what he was drawing, but there was a voice deep in his heart that kept reminding him that he seemed to have forgotten something.

He must get it back, if not, he will regret it for the rest of his life.

Even though he had a splitting headache, Mo Jiuyu kept enduring it. When he finally drew a pair of eyes with all his efforts, the overwhelming pain in his mind made him faint immediately.

"Master! Master! What's wrong with you!" Fu Shengxin was startled and choked with sobs, almost crying.

Immediately afterwards, she smashed the vase in the room, making a loud noise. Wang Fu outside the door clenched his fists, fearing that Mo Jiuyu would not be able to think about it, and kicked the door open.

Seeing the person lying on the ground, he quickly dialed 120, and soon they came to take Mo Jiuyu to the hospital.

When Mo Jiuyu woke up, deep in his eyes, there was a strong aura, the aura around him was cold, and the temperature in the ward dropped sharply.

There was anger, sadness, paranoia and darkness in his scarlet eyes. At that moment, he felt like he was in hell.

When Song Wan Ning opened the door and saw Mo Jiu Yu looking like this, she was startled and said cautiously: "Jiu Yu, my mother knew you were sick and made soup for you. Can I come in?"