Mu Ye Returns Mu Ye Returns

Qin Mubin fell into a nightmare.

The moonlight shone faintly on Qin Mubin's sweaty face, reflecting strange and cruel blood.

Qin Mubin's expression was extremely distorted. He curled up in pain, clutched his chest tightly, his mouth trembled slightly, his eyelids seemed to be fanned, and his long eyelashes fluttered uneasily.

It was a bloody dream.

The child in the dream had the indifference and sadness that Qin Mubin was familiar with flashed on his face.

It's just that he's laughing.

Qin Mubin smiled like never before.

despair.

That heart-wrenching despair.

It seems that there is nothing left here.

He was standing on a very high roof, the howling wind was blowing the corner of his clothes, and the broken hair on his forehead was flying wildly.

The dance is thrilling and shocking.

He seemed to be saying something, the corners of his pale mouth opened and closed slightly.

Those eyes that are always as black as pure jade are as indifferent as ever, surging as ever, and as always, people can't look into them.

Then he opened his arms, as if embracing the most wonderful welcome from the heavens, as if enjoying the most cherished touch from afar.

Like a butterfly, he leaned back slightly, fell into the strong wind, and fell into the mouth of the ghost.

It was torn to pieces by the ferocious blood mouth!

"Cheng Mu!" Qin Mubin opened his eyes violently, and a desperate roar shattered the silent night.

Qin Mubin's chest heaved greatly, and his chest was throbbing with pain. He wiped the sweat from his head in a panic, and grabbed the quilt tightly in a state of restlessness.

The moonlit night is eerily dark, eerily quiet, and eerily dark.

As if something was about to happen.

Feeling the heart that was about to burst in his chest in a panic, Qin Mubin hurriedly put on his clothes and ran out of the gate.

The night was dark, and the moonlight gently caressed the earth. Taking advantage of the silence of the world, she gently and lovingly laid down a layer of silver gauze for them.

Qin Mubin ran wildly in this peaceful environment, his breathing was rapid, his sweat dripped down like jade beads, smashed into the soil, and fell into the stars, shining faintly.

Inside, there is still the taste of tears.

He's going to have a look.

The reality of the dream made him palpitate. The child named Cheng Mu seemed to be right in front of his eyes, and he smashed into the ground alive, bursting out bursts of shocking blood.

The distance was short, but Qin Mubin seemed to have walked for a thousand years.

Qin Mubin didn't heave a sigh of relief, he threw himself on the familiar door like a lunatic, and the knocking sound was so loud that it shocked heaven and man.

"Cheng Mu! Cheng Mu, open the door! Cheng Mu!" The voice trembled so much that I couldn't even imagine it.

Qin Mubin himself didn't know why he was so nervous.

He only knows that every time he sees Cheng Mu's frown, he wants to help him smooth it out. He only knows that every time he sees Cheng Mu's thin body, he can't help hugging him. He only knows that every time he sees Cheng Mu squatting alone. I wanted to accompany him on the side of the road.

It was as if he had been regarded as the person he had always wanted to watch over.

The dark windows in the yard suddenly lit up, making it particularly eye-catching in this quiet and dark night.

There was only one window, and one was dark, as if the person inside had been asleep.

Cheng Mu's grandfather looked at Qin Mubin, who was on the verge of collapse, with sleepy eyes. His face was full of sweat and smudges.

Qin Mubin took a deep breath, and said to the old man who was marked by the years: "Grandpa, hello, I, let me find Cheng Mu."

Unable to bear the anxiety and depression, with a little trembling and fear.

"Are you the child of the Qin family?"

"Yes."

"Oh, then come in, Mumu should be asleep already."

Qin Mubin couldn't bear it anymore, and ran to the second floor without even saying thank you.

The doorknob was biting the door, Qin Mubin stood in front of the door, but hesitated a little, what was he afraid of?

It was just a dream, why didn't I dare to go in?

Afraid of what's going on inside?

Cheng Mu's peaceful sleeping face?Or?

Qin Mubin shook his head desperately. He pressed down on the heavy doorknob, hard, hard, as if he had exhausted all his strength, and pressed down hard.

"Click." The sound of the door opening.

Desperate eyes.

"Cheng Mu!"

A roar resounded through the sky, shaking the sleeping bird, and the soft eyes of the moon were covered with blood, which stained the whole road.

In the distance, black clouds overwhelm the top.