The husband was once beautiful, strong and miserable [through the book]

Zhou Mo couldn't help feeling a pain in his heart, he raised his leg and rushed into the sea of ​​flames, but in the blink of an eye, the screen changed, without giving Zhou Mo any chance, the surrounding instantly turned into a palace.

Zhou Mo didn't stop, and rushed into the palace, and saw that the surroundings were empty, with a pile of fallen leaves on the ground, and the entire palace was empty, except for a figure in red dangling his legs on the swing in the center.

Dressed in red, his face was pale and bloodless. He was leaning on the rope with his eyelids lowered. He didn't know what was on his mind. Suddenly, Yan Qing, who had been silent all this time, raised his head and looked at Zhou Mo cautiously. coming direction.

Zhou Mo looked at the thin and skinny man, and walked over with distress, but Yan Qing seemed to be unable to see him, still staring at the door of the hall, the undisguised hatred made Zhou Mo feel flustered .

"Qing'er..."

Zhou Mo stretched out his hand to touch him, but suddenly overwhelming pain hit his mind, he retracted his hand uncontrollably, and when he regained consciousness, he found that he was already in the crowd.

Zhou Mo searched around in a panic, looking for Yan Qing in the bustling crowd, he didn't raise his head until someone around him sighed.

The people hanging from the city gate were lifeless, and blood dripped down their hanging arms, leaving a pool of bloodstains on the ground.

The people around him were still discussing noisyly, but Zhou Mo stood there blankly looking at the people in the high hanging city as if he had lost all strength.

That's his Qing'er!

Zhou Mo pushed away the crowd around him, ran forward like crazy, and said hoarsely, "Get out of here!"

"Qing'er, Qing'er."

No matter how Zhou Mo ran, the city gate was still some distance away from him, he could only watch helplessly as the silent Yan Qing hung in the city without dignity, being pointed out by the people.

Zhou Mo suddenly felt hopeless, and painfully called Qing'er's name.

"I'm here, I'm here, Ah Mo, I'm here."

A gentle whisper sounded in Zhou Mo's ear, and that familiar voice gradually calmed Zhou Mo's restless mood.

After a while, Zhou Mo opened his heavy eyelids, and met his worried eyes.

Yan Qing was still holding the wet towel in his hand, he wiped the sweat from Zhou Mo's forehead, and said with worry in his tone, "Did you have a nightmare?"

Zhou Mo felt extremely exhausted, but he sat up with his hands straight away, and hugged the person beside the bed heavily into his arms.

He opened his mouth and yelled Yan Qing several times, his voice was hoarse.

Yan Qing froze, and his eyes were even more worried. He patted Zhou Mo on the back, pushed Zhou Mo away forcefully, and pushed him into the bed, "I'll get you some water."

Yan Qing turned around to leave, but his hand was firmly grasped by the person on the bed, he looked back at Zhou Mo's pale face, and patted his hand comfortingly, "If I don't leave, I'll just pour water in the room. "

When Zhou Mo heard this, he hesitated for a few moments before letting go of Yan Qing.

He raised his hand and rubbed the swollen forehead, his gaze kept on Yan Qing, and he licked the corners of his dry lips, the scenes in his mind still had lingering fear.

It was not a nightmare, it was the ordeal that Yan Qing had suffered in his own life, and it was precisely because of this that Zhou Mo could not feel lucky for the rest of his life after the catastrophe. He looked at Yan Qing and felt even more depressed in his heart.

Yan Qing quickly came back with water, and he blew several times before helping Zhou Mo and passing the teacup over.

"Why did you just fall asleep leaning against the end of the bed without closing the door?" Yan Qing raised his hand to touch Tie Zhoumo's forehead, then touched his own, as if he was not sure, leaned over, and the two foreheads touched.

Zhou Mo looked at the trembling eyelashes and deep and gentle eyes of the person in front of him, and the uneasiness in his heart receded a little.

Yan Qing breathed a sigh of relief, "Fortunately, the fever has subsided."

Only then did Zhou Mo realize that it was already dark.

Yan Qing put the teacup back on the table, "I'm going to fetch water, a hot bath will be more comfortable."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Mo dragged him onto the bed by his wrist before he walked far away, and Yan Qing instinctively exclaimed.

After a brief whirl, Yan Qing fell firmly into Zhou Mo's arms, and before he could say anything, Zhou Mo buried his head on his shoulder and hugged him tightly, "Qing'er."

"What's wrong?" Yan Qing raised his hand to pat Zhou Mo's back, and said softly, "I'm here, Ah Mo, dreams are all fake, don't think so much."

Zhou Mo smelled the fragrance of Yan Qing's body, and his mind calmed down a bit, but he still had some inexplicable worries, so he whispered after a while, "En."

Yan Qing indulged Zhou Mo to hold him, and it took a long time before he pushed him, and whispered, "I'll get you water, wash it, you sweated a lot earlier."

Zhou Mo didn't let go of him, but raised his hand in the air, "Go fetch water."

Yan Qing said unhappily, "How can I go if you don't let me go?"

Zhou Mo didn't reply, but he didn't let go of him. After a while, the door was opened, and Hei Ying walked in with a bucket without looking sideways.

Yan Qing suddenly stopped talking, and after watching the black shadow go out, he whispered again, "...he has been outside the door?"

Zhou Mo didn't know, so he said honestly, "Yeah."

However, Yan Qing's expression changed suddenly, he stretched out his hand to push Zhou Mo away, and tugged at the corner of his clothes that was about to fall off, "Go take a bath by yourself, you smell bad."

Zhou Mo wanted to pull Yan Qing together, but this man didn't know what was wrong, turned his back to him, and ignored him.

Zhou Mo had no choice but to obediently go to the wooden barrel to take a bath, and when he returned to the bed, Yan Qing was facing inside, with his eyes closed as if he was asleep.

Because of this sudden nightmare, Zhou Mo lost interest in doing other things, he just moved in, hugging Yan Qing tightly, but Yan Qing moved in again invisibly.

Zhou Mo frowned and said, "Qing'er."

Yan Qing ignored him.