Men are superior to women: the heartthrob in Yunqi

The dinner party ended unpleasantly.

"Ah Ci, what's wrong with Third Brother's face?"

In Begonia Garden, Mu Yao asked Xie Ci with lingering fear.

Xie Yu's overly fair face gave Mu Yao a great visual impact.

The face was covered with twisted and crisscrossed brown scars, as if each one carried an extremely painful memory.

His sad and lonely eyes were filled with a sense of desolation, without any of the vigor that one should have at his age. His whole body was surrounded by a thick air of decadence, but his bone structure was as delicate as a sculpture and stunningly beautiful, which made one imagine how handsome and elegant he was in his past.

The scene of Xie Yu frantically slashing his face with the broken jade flashed before his eyes. Blood flowed out from the wrinkled scars, staining his clothes red and blending with the dark color of his body. His face was full of sinister and morbid smiles. The uncontrolled and piercing laughter twisted his originally hideous face into an even more evil one, like a ghost breaking out of the underworld.

Mu Yao didn't dare to think any further. The eerie vines seemed to have crawled all over her body, making her curl up in endless fear.

Xie Ci sensed her uneasiness, and held Mu Yao on his lap, wrapping his arms around her waist tightly. After calming down, he began to speak: "My third brother became famous at a young age. He can bring peace to the world with his pen, and he can make a difference in the world with his martial arts. My grandfather praised him as the most promising descendant of the family in the past hundred years, and he was carefully trained as the next patriarch. Twelve years ago, he was praised by the world as the 'First Young Master of Yunqi'." At this point, he stopped talking.

Mu Yao sensed Xie Ci's low mood, so she took his big hand and gently rubbed the base of his thumb.

Xie Ci calmed down and continued, "My third brother is an outstanding martial artist. His swordsmanship is unparalleled in the world and he has few rivals. More than ten years ago, when he went to Yunqi Yashan to learn sword skills, he met three people bullying a young lady at the foot of the mountain, so he stepped forward to help them. Unexpectedly, the three people were very powerful in martial arts. They besieged my brother together and wanted to exhaust his internal energy and drag him to death. My brother tried his best to break out of the siege, but was attacked from behind and stabbed. It turned out that the woman was in the same group as the three people, and they ambushed my brother at Yashan on purpose. Later, my brother's veins were damaged by them, and the vicious woman used a dagger to completely destroy my brother's face. When my brother woke up, there were only four human skin masks left on the ground."

Mu Yao's pupils trembled violently, and her chest rose and fell uncontrollably. She pushed away Xie Ci's head that was resting on her chest, looked straight at him, and asked with indescribable anger in her eyes: "Were those four people caught later?"

Time stood still for a few seconds, Xie Ci's thin lips trembled and he shook his head.

"They are simply a bunch of beasts!" Mu Yao was so angry that her beautiful eyes were spitting fire, her whole body was numb, and even her ten fingertips were aching slightly.

No matter where you go, never underestimate the evil of human nature.

Behind a person's success there is always jealousy lurking in the dark, secretly spying on the success, wanting to become successful, wanting to surpass success, and ultimately wanting to destroy success.

Plotinus, the greatest philosopher of the Roman Empire, once said: "Human beings are between gods and beasts, sometimes leaning towards one category, sometimes towards the other. Some people become increasingly divine, some become beasts, and most remain moderate."

Xie Ci seemed to be unable to control his emotions. He held Mu Yao's soft hand tightly in his palm and rubbed it repeatedly. His brother's tragic experience suffocated him. He tried his best to calm down and continued, "My third uncle and third aunt only have my brother as their child. The result is predictable. My third uncle had a serious illness and his hair turned three thousand white overnight. Since then, my third aunt has become worried about gains and losses, sometimes sober and sometimes crazy. The family invited countless famous doctors, but they all said it was a heart disease and there was no medicine to cure it. Later, the condition of my third aunt and my brother became worse and worse, and my third uncle had to take them away from the ancestral home."

"Aci, can we still catch these people?" Mu Yao asked unwillingly, biting her lower lip.

Xie Ci said nothing.

This was originally a trap. No one knew the true appearance of the four people. It was like trying to catch the moon in the water to follow this clue to find the truth. He hugged Mu Yao tightly again and sighed, "A few years ago, my brother heard a woman's laughter in Gushui Street. It was very similar to the voice of that vicious woman. He followed the sound but found nothing."

Mu Yao carefully recalled Xie Yu's battered face. After listening to his story, she no longer felt the fear she had before, but only indignation and heartache.

Judging from the scars on his face, it would be difficult to heal. With such a large area of ​​damage, even if skin grafting is considered, it would be a huge challenge with Yunqi's medical conditions. If an infection occurs accidentally, the face will be destroyed more thoroughly, and a series of other complications will follow.

What's more, such a large area of ​​skin on the face can only be removed from the patient's inner thigh skin or the area below the waist. If she wants to remove a large area, she has to think carefully.

Suddenly, Mu Yao remembered the "Jia Sheng Pill" that Zhao Huaian gave her when she married Xu Qingcheng.

Yes! The muscle-generating pill!

Maybe - give it a try.

If the Shengji Pills are effective, she can develop more effective pills or plasters based on them. Perhaps there is hope to repair the face without skin grafting.

But she has to go back and ask Xu Qingcheng first.

Mu Yao's eyes flickered, and she said anxiously, "Aci, it's getting late, let's go back."

Xie Ci almost forgot what his grandfather told him, and added: "Yaoyao, grandpa asked us to stay in the ancestral home today, and go back with us to see your father tomorrow."

what?

"Such an important thing, why are you telling me now?" Mu Yao jumped up and looked at Xie Ci in surprise.

"My father and my father-in-law went to see Ji Qi today. I don't know if he has come back. And I promised him... that we will go back tonight." Mu Yao said after a pause.

Xie Ci smiled gently and replied, "It's okay. If my father-in-law doesn't come back, I believe my grandfather would be happy to stay with me for a while. I'll send someone to deliver a letter to the house later." He pulled Mu Yao back into his arms again, put her on his lap, and wrapped his arms around her waist tightly. He liked this posture very much, and it gave him a sense of security he had never felt before.

The Emperor of Southern Xinjiang? Can't hold back any longer?

Thinking of the conditions he had proposed to Bei Ming, Xie Ci buried his head in that softness again and began to ponder.