How a sick heartthrob can refuse love [Quick Transmigration]

Perhaps, he shouldn't have saved him back then.

Just let him die, and die with the Demon Sect, so that he can always be that noble and lonely flower of Gaoling.Yu Mufan thought that he had already had a heart of stone, but now his heart is so soft that he doesn't want to see such a person humiliated by any worldly events.In fact, the senior leaders of all sects know that the leader of the demon sect who has been in the position for a few years is not a bloodthirsty and indiscriminate person. On the contrary, he restrains the congregation and stays in a corner. Destroy people all over the house.However, the hatred of these many years needs to be borne by someone.Regardless of whether he is good or evil, since he is on the side of the Demon Cult, he is doomed to be besieged by everyone.

Yu Mufan shook his head and laughed, and sighed when he was so indecisive. He was already a famous hero in Jianghu, and he was married to the noble lady of Junyu Villa, the number one beauty in Jianghu, Shi Yuxuan. A road to the sky was laid before him. , Why should you put your mind on a useless person.

After healed his wounds, he was sent to a small border country to spend the rest of his life. No matter what his future situation was, it had nothing to do with Yu Mufan.Thinking like this in my heart, but I couldn't help recalling the sick and coquettish state of that person who was weak and weak, and could only lean on others and pant gently.

While looking confused, Yu Mufan washed the medicine bowl with the sound of splashing water. After washing, the sound of water stopped. He suddenly regained his senses, secretly thinking that he also lost his head today.Unhappy, he knocked the snow-white jade bowl heavily, turned around and walked out of the room with a sword in hand.

The poor jade bowl on the stove wobbled for a long time before it stopped.It's just that there was a big hole in the rim of the bowl, and the small bowl didn't provoke anyone for no reason, so a huge and conspicuous flaw was born like this.

Yu Mufan rounded the corner and walked through the corridor, and happened to meet the dumb slave who had returned from shopping for vegetables.The dumb slave was tall and thin, with a pale complexion, carrying a basket of fresh vegetables and fruits, and walking with his head slightly lowered.

"stop."

The mute slave stopped in his tracks, looked up at Yu Mufan, and lowered his face again.

Yu Mufan walked over to look at the ingredients in the basket, and seeing that there was nothing wrong with it, he ordered harshly, "Take care of Pianyou, don't think about anything else, or..."

He snorted coldly, and the unfinished words were self-evident.The dumb slave nodded obediently, and walked to the side to make way.After Yu Mufan glanced at the dumb slave's respectful and timid appearance, he went to the backyard to lead the horse and left without paying attention.

The dumb slave carried the basket and continued walking towards the courtyard, the trembling expression on his pale face gradually disappeared.A few years ago, the mute slave was not yet a dumb slave. At that time, he was arrested by the left guardian of the devil's religion and became a drug slave.Later, he was rescued by the leader and narrowly escaped death.But the toxin spread all over his body. The toxin, which was barely suppressed under the doctor's treatment, exploded a year later, hoarse his throat.

He barely survived on the silver donated by the Demon Cult, but every time he wanted to speak but was unable to speak, his resentment towards the Demon Cult was built up again.In Mute Slave's mind, the Demon Cult is the Demon Cult, the leader is the leader, one is the ghost hall in hell, and the other is the fairy guest in the sky.After hearing the news that the various sects united to attack the Demon Cult, the dumb slave's heart that was riddled with poison came alive again.He was going to the Devil's Cult to see what happened to those evil spirits, and also to see the gods in his heart.

After a few days, the Demon Cultists suffered heavy casualties, and the dumb slave watched happily in the secluded corner, but when Pianyou appeared on the high ground and drew his sword to invite a fight, his heart couldn't help but tugged.Why do you want to die with these evil spirits?You are not that kind of person, why do you want to die here?

Resentful and worried, he nervously hid far behind the sect, feeling his heart being lifted into his throat, if he hadn't already been dumb, he might have breathed out.

The red glow in the sky slowly dissipated, and the dumb slave saw that the god in his heart was pierced by a sword, and felt that his heart was also torn.

The god is falling, and the setting sun is falling with him.

Just as the pain was piercing through his heart, hope suddenly rose in the dumb slave's eyes.The person who confronted the leader hugged the leader and went away.Maybe... no, definitely... the leader will not die.

Since then, the dumb slave has inquired about Yu Mufan's news in every possible way. When he found out that Yu Mufan was secretly hiding in a remote courtyard and planned to find a slave, he tried his best to get in front of Yu Mufan.

Compared with other able-bodied slaves who can speak, a dumb slave is obviously better at keeping secrets.

Yu Mufan fed him the poison, if he didn't take an antidote every month, he would definitely be in pain and die from bleeding from his seven orifices.But the dumb slave is happy.

His whole life was completely ruined, he had no parents or friends, and even his throat was dumb.Only the person who saved him back then can make him feel satisfied and happy.He just wanted to take good care of the leader, accompany him, and die with him if he could.

If possible, let the leader die in his arms.There is no one else, no those nasty maggots around the leader, no one else, no one else, only him, only he, the mute, can accompany the leader, collect his bones, touch his long hair, and put on clothes for him. Good clothes, and lie down in the same tomb with the leader.

Their bones would grow together, carrion upon carrion, bone upon bone.When he was alive, he was always just a mute, a cripple, a waste, a person who was so low as dust.Dead, only dead, he and the leader are the same carrion, sleeping in the same ground, there is no difference, no one and nothing can separate them.The leader will always be by his side, will not go far, will not leave, and will not be embraced by others.

The dumb slave stepped into the door, and Pianyou was still asleep.He went forward and squatted beside the bed, staring at his god, his pale face, and his slightly frowning brows.The leader must be in pain, how could anyone in this world be willing to stab the leader with a sword.He didn't understand, and he didn't understand, he would rather rot in the mud than hurt a hair of the leader.In countless nights, there is only pain and the sound of poisonous snakes climbing.Except for him, the cheap drug slave, everyone else is dead.Howls of pain could be heard at first, but then there was only silence.There was only a dead silence as if everything had disappeared.

Listening to the poisonous snake hissing and sticking out the tip of its tongue in his ear, the dumb slave could even feel the coolness.At first he was afraid too, terribly afraid.But it was too dark, and too quiet, and in the end even the sound of the viper made the dumb slave happy.At the very least, there are living things, and living things stay with him.

The dumb slave stood up, trying to smooth out his frowning eyebrows, but when he saw his purple-black nails, he lowered his hands mockingly.He squatted down again, curled up beside the bed, staring at Pianyou motionlessly.The window was opened a little, and the wind blew in from the outside. The dumb slave felt a chill, afraid of catching a cold, he stood up, walked to the window, and gently closed the window.

Snow had fallen outside the window, and the dumb slave curled up on the ground, thinking when the leader would wake up?What does the leader like to eat?Will the leader hate him?

Hierarch... still remember him?