Note Orphans Forced Heartthrob [Transmigration Book]

Deep in the dense jungle, a man in black lay quietly by the river.

Blood was gurgling from the hideous wound on his abdomen, and his whole body was filled with bone-chilling cold. The man slowly opened his eyes, and the place where he saw was scarlet.

His eyes were slack, and his brain pondered for a while before he realized that it was the river water stained red by his blood.

Apparently, he was washed ashore.

The large and small wounds have turned white, and I don't know how long they have been floating in the river.

Before the sky was completely dark, a few stars could not wait to hang in the sky, Mu Chi struggled to stand up, coughing violently, big mouthfuls of blood mixed with minced meat poured out, staining the grass under his feet red.

He described himself as being in a state of embarrassment. He couldn't find a few intact parts all over his body. He had countless knife wounds and sword wounds that were deep enough to see the bones. Translucent, it looks quite scary.

When I moved, there was a sharp pain in my leg, and it seemed to be broken.

Mu Chi bowed his head, but there was no worry about the injury in his eyes, as if he didn't realize that his life was not long, when he moved his left arm, and seeing how he moved, he quickly and ruthlessly connected his right arm.

A strange black bracelet emerged from his sleeve as he moved. At this moment, a red light suddenly flashed, which was very conspicuous in the dim jungle.

"Warning, warning, the host's life value is below the critical point, the system detects that the remaining life span is less than ten days, warning, warning..."

The ear-piercing siren sounded suddenly, and the faint red light was reflected in his deep eyes, which looked strange and unpredictable.

"Didn't you say that my fate has changed?"

The system sound stopped abruptly.

"Ah."

Mu Chi twitched the corner of his mouth.

"Wait..." As if sensing something was wrong, the system hurriedly uttered a voice, and the mechanical voice, which had always been emotionless, showed a bit of urgency.

But it was still a step too late, Muchi raised his hand, and threw the bracelet into the rushing river without attachment.

"Trash." He said lightly, watching indifferently that the system that he had been carrying since the beginning of wearing the book was submerged by the water, and suddenly smiled, seemingly very happy, savoring these two words carefully, Couldn't help repeating it again.

"waste."

Mu Chi's appearance is excellent, a few wisps of wet hair covered half of his side face, outlining handsome lines, delicate skin looming in the moist long hair, the color of his lips is very light, and at this moment it is even more pale as paper, against which Looking at the scars all over his body, he looked weak and embarrassed.

But his eyes are too cold, even in such a desperate situation, they still carry a breathtaking coldness, just a casual glance makes people shudder, giving people the illusion that they will be saved from the dead in the next moment.

He had indeed narrowly escaped death several times, but this time... Mu Chi pursed his lips.

The location of this jungle is hidden, with lush vegetation. The weeds on the river bank are as tall as half a person, swaying gently in the breeze, and growing gratifyingly. He picked up the strongest one, and stuffed it casually into the hideous wound on his abdomen.

The blood had almost flowed out, and was soon blocked by weeds, but the spiritual power still flowed out continuously, and the remaining sword energy continued to erode his body, and Mu Chi could clearly feel that his own realm was constantly falling , This sword destroyed his foundation.

But he didn't seem to know what the pain was, he treated the injury indifferently, and left the place without looking back.

……

Some people say that if a dying person has unfinished business, it will become an obsession.

It has been a full seven days since the curtain of death.

He was in a bad state, his consciousness was already unconscious, and only a single obsession dragged him in one direction.

In the past seven days, his cultivation has dropped from the ground level to the third level, and he can't even do the basic sword control.

If you can't control the sword, you can only walk.

The leg that had just been reattached broke again at some point, probably because of a fall on the road, but it didn't matter, he couldn't feel the pain anymore.

It's almost there.

Mu Chi thought this way, but in fact his consciousness had already been blurred, and he didn't even know where he was going.

But he knew that that place was very important, if he didn't go there, he would die with regret.

Faint blood-colored footprints paved the way, so long that the end could not be seen at a glance, Muchi walked for a long, long time, until the night fell, the surroundings were dark, and there was nothingness when he looked up, reminding him that there were no stars and moons in this night.

It was so dark that for a moment he couldn't tell whether it was dark or he had lost sight.

But the next moment, a stone cave appeared in his field of vision.

There was a restriction floating on the surface of the hole, emitting a faint light in the darkness, and the spiritual power fluctuations on it were very familiar—it was his own spiritual power.

The moment he touched the restriction, Mu Chi's lax consciousness suddenly came to life.

But he understands that this is just a flashback.

No one knows the computing power of the system better than him. It says that he can only live for ten days, and he will definitely not have one more second.

What's more, he might not be able to hold on for ten days.

Mu Chi smiled mockingly and looked towards the cave.

Actually... come here.

The cave is quiet and seems uninhabited.

But he knew that there was a person locked inside.

He locked it.

For a moment, Mu Chi's expression was almost complicated, but the next moment, he returned to his usual indifferent appearance.

The restriction didn't stop him, and he walked in easily, but just as he took a step, he suddenly stopped.

There is a smooth stone at the entrance of the cave, which can vaguely reflect the appearance of a person. Although it is not very clear, it clearly reflects the tragic situation at the moment.

He was still wearing the tattered clothes of seven days ago, covered with dirt from the long journey, the wound on his abdomen had already festered, rotten flesh, new flesh and weeds were inextricably entangled, and the wounds on his body were large and small. In the past few days, the scabs have been continuously cracked and cracked, and one of them is so badly rotten that the white bones are already exposed.

I haven't been this embarrassed for a long time.

For the first time in his life, Mu Chi had a feeling of gratitude - he still had a little spiritual power left, and he could barely cast a cleansing spell.

This appearance cannot be seen by the person inside.

After cleaning, he opened the storage ring again and took a look at the full clothes inside.

He has a lot of clothes, most of them are gifts from others, Muchi took one casually, and was about to put it on, when he suddenly saw a black and white dress in the corner that didn't match the clothes around him, and on the hem of the clothes was a very badly embroidered flower, The extremely gaudy red peony is so eye-catching no matter how you look at it.

By coincidence, Mu Chi took it out.

The cave is very large, and there are countless forks in it. Just looking at it makes people dizzy, like a hell-level maze, but Muchi detoured into it with ease, and finally stopped at a place that looked like an ordinary cave. cave.

The entire cave is densely packed with prohibitions, not even an inch of the rock wall is avoided. There is a huge, translucent cocoon in the innermost part, but it is only after getting closer that this giant cocoon is actually formed by the overlapping of tens of thousands of prohibitions. , the restriction is like a golden city soup pool, wrapping the people inside tightly.

The familiar fluctuations of spiritual power came again - every restriction here was laid down by Mu Chi himself, and he wrote it for a full ten years.

"Yo, it's been three years, you always think of me."

A sneering voice came from the cocoon, Mu Chi stretched out his hand, and when he realized that it was him, he automatically spread to both sides, revealing the figure inside.

The man's limbs were wrapped in iron chains, leaning against the cocoon made of restraints, he looked at Mu Chi mockingly.

His eyes are actually dark red, his facial features are as handsome as a knife, and there is a kind of perfect perfection, every line seems to be carefully studied, but his expression is too arrogant, which makes his appearance look very aggressive, which makes him look very aggressive. People dare not look directly, even if they are locked up, they still give people a feeling of "this person is very strong".

This is a book world called "God's Legacy". Muchi came here as a "restorer" with the task of promoting and repairing the damaged plot, and the person in front of him was one of his mission goals.

Mozun Xiao Yuan, the strongest villains in the full text, the No. 10 one who unified the magic way in the Divine Legacy Continent for hundreds of thousands of years, and the one who is behind the scenes... Senior brother.

According to the plot of the original book, he should have died at the hands of Muchi, but he was hidden in this cave at this moment. If the comprehension world found out, it would be another sensation.

Mu Chi didn't say a word, he is in a very bad state now, every word he speaks is wasting his strength, and he can't waste his strength, he still has to lift the restraint.

Fortunately, the restriction was cumbersome to set up, but it was not difficult to remove. After a while, almost half of it was removed, but one hand suddenly pinched Mu Chi's wrist: "Speak, are you deaf?"

The man's voice was not loud, and he was a little careless. He was obviously the one imprisoned, but he looked relaxed and comfortable. His legs were crossed like a grandfather, his clothes were opened wide, revealing his aggressive abdominal muscles, and the iron chains all over his body made him feel uneasy. Bind the taste of love-interest

Mu Chi glanced at him just now, and frowned the moment he swept across his chest, ignored him, continued to lift the restraint, his consciousness began to become unconscious again, even standing became difficult, he had to hold on tight.

The moment he turned his head, the man smiled.

He was imprisoned for three years, and this was the first time he saw Muchi in these three years.

This person seems to always have such a cold look, and he is stingy with giving him even a superfluous word.

Susceptibility crept into Xiao Yuan's eyes silently, he hated Mu Chi's eyes, indifferent, disdainful, and disinterested.

"Don't do it."

he said softly.

Curtain was indifferent.

"I told you not to do it!"

A huge force struck from his wrist, and Mu Chi was caught off guard and was dragged down, directly falling onto Xiao Yuan.

With a "click", the arm that had just been connected for a few days dislocated again, and the injury that had been suppressed for the past few days was completely activated by this pull. Mu Chi snorted, and a mouthful of blood that had accumulated for a long time suddenly gushed out, staining the opponent red Most of the chest.

His mind was buzzing, and he seemed to hear Xiao Yuan yelling something in a daze.

It took a long time for Mu Chi to react.

Oh, it's Qiu Ming, that's his name in this world.

For the past few days, Mu Chi has been forcibly suppressing this mouthful of blood, if not for this, he would not be able to survive now.

But after spitting it out, he felt much more relaxed. He stood up and raised his hand to untie the iron chain on the man.

There are still half of the restrictions that have not been lifted, but it doesn't matter, the remaining restrictions can no longer trap this person.

He was too tired to hold on.

All the dust settled, and there was silence in the cave.

Xiao Yuan looked at Mu Chi silently, the expression on his face could not be described as shocked, flustered, or anything else, but what was left in the end was unspeakably complicated.

The two of them maintained such an awkward posture, and neither of them intended to move.

After a while, Mu Chi suddenly said, "Don't waste your spiritual power, it's useless."

He looked at Xiao Yuan calmly, there was no wave in his eyes.

Mu Chi's eyes are black, but the color is not deep. If he insists on speaking, it is like ink painting mixed with water, hazy, as if separated by a layer of mist, but this layer of mist is covered by his coldness, So the fog turned into frost, which was very freezing.

The dark red pupils faced these eyes, but the spiritual power didn't stop, on the contrary, they lost even more fiercely.

"Anyway, he's a running dog of the righteous way. It's not bad to repair this body and make it into a puppet."

Xiao Yuan gritted his teeth in his voice, but his hands were extremely gentle.

"Really?" Mu Chi said mockingly, "Then why are you shaking?"

It was very quiet around here.

The wound on his body opened again, and the originally black and white clothes turned completely black and red, exuding a strong smell of blood.

The red color of blood and the big red peony on the hem of the clothes blend together, making it difficult to distinguish each other.

It was the first time Xiao Yuan discovered that the color of the blood was so dazzling.

With a "stab", a piece of Mu Chi's clothes was torn open, revealing the dense scars underneath and the dark hole in his abdomen.

The man took a deep breath.

Mu Chi lightly held down the hand that he wanted to continue to investigate, there was no trace of blood on his usually stern face at this moment, his expression was in a trance, and his pupils began to slack.

"Brother, my body hurts."

"...Where does it hurt?" After a while, Xiao Yuan's voice came out in a low voice, but it was so trembling that Mu Chi could hardly hear what he said.

Mu Chi didn't speak, but suddenly hugged him, and his weak breath hit the side of Xiao Yuan's neck.

Vaguely smelled the familiar peony fragrance, as if returning to that rainy night many, many years ago, the young man's warm body hugged him tightly, this embrace was obviously fragile, but it made him feel a kind of love after wearing a book. Safer than ever.

He lightly rubbed the man's side face.

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

As he said that, his breathing became weaker and weaker.