"Quick time travel" long way to chase his wife

After finishing the information, Mo Chi breathed a sigh of relief, opened his eyes, and looked at the bed curtain with delicate patterns above his head. His dark eyes were calm and calm. Compared with the excitement when the third world woke up, this time he The performance is unusually calm, if it is not so violent that the chest rises and falls.

The system looked at him, silently waiting for him to calm down, without speaking.

After a while, the man blinked slightly.

"Father Tong," Mo Chi said in a calm voice, "Did I really get close to Yunchu in this life to kill Yunchu?"

As soon as Mo Chi finished speaking, in a corner he couldn't see, the system's light fluctuated twice extremely unsteadily.

【yes. 】The sound of the system is mechanically cold.

Mo Chi lowered his eyes, looked at the wound on his chest, and said nothing.

The system originally thought that he was going to ask himself a question, but unexpectedly the other party became quiet all of a sudden, and now it was its turn to speak: [Why did you suddenly ask this? 】

Why did you suddenly ask this?

A dark light flashed from the bottom of his pitch-black eyes, and Mo Chi didn't answer. In fact, he didn't know why he suddenly asked this question. Maybe it was just out of curiosity.

In the previous life, the crazy self holding Yunchu's corpse and finally committing suicide in front of Yunchu's tombstone was so vivid and real, as if it had really happened. He didn't mention it, which made him have to doubt the system in the sea of ​​consciousness, the authenticity of the information, and its... real purpose.

"Nothing, I'm just curious, just ask."

Even Mo Chi himself didn't believe this reason, let alone the system, but the system didn't say anything, it just opened its mouth after a moment of silence, and said to him in that rigid voice without a trace of ups and downs: "Protect him!" .”

"Okay." Mo Chi nodded without asking why, and replied in a deep voice.

The system didn't speak any more, and the injured place was stabbed with pain, as if thousands of red-hot embroidery needles were piercing it one by one, the pain was burning.

He didn't feel it just now, but now that he came back to his senses, Mo Chi's cold sweat flowed down suddenly, and his already pale face was even less bloodless now.

He leaned against the head of the bed, looked down at the chest covered with white cloth, and frowned slightly with his beautiful sword eyebrows.

"See the leader."

Just when Mo Chi was hesitating whether to take off the bandage to see if the wound was getting worse, a respectful voice suddenly sounded outside the door. It was a female voice, and there was also a cool and magnetic male voice, slightly Hoarse, but Mochi knew that it was his Yunchu.

He has engraved the other party's voice, appearance and appearance into the depths of his soul stroke by stroke, so how could he not remember it.

He tilted his head, looked at the blurred figure projected on the other side through the coffin covered with white window screens, and there was a hint of eagerness in his dark and deep eyes.

The distance was a bit far, and the voices of the conversation between the two were a bit inaudible, but Mo Chi still vaguely heard the man asking about his situation.

After a while, the sound of conversation outside the door disappeared, replaced by the "squeak" sound of the door being opened. Mo Chi did not look away, staring at the direction outside the door, watching the man in white look up. The feet walked in, and the dust-free white shoes stepped on the ground, making almost no sound.

When Yun Chu heard the servant say that the man had not woken up yet, he wanted to come in to see how he was doing. He purposely kept his movements light for fear of waking him up. The maid behind him gently closed the door, and the light in the room dimmed all of a sudden. down.

Yun Chu raised his head and looked in the direction of the bed, but caught off guard into a pair of pitch-black eyes.

Mo Chi's eyes were dark, and he looked at the person by the door calmly, with amazement in his eyes.

The man in a white long coat is tall and tall, with long black hair tied high with a white hosta, and half a silver mask on his face, which completely covers the upper half of his face, only revealing his plump lips. Reddish thin lips and a well-shaped jaw.

The hand hanging by the side was covered under the wide sleeve, and the corner of the white jade flute held in the hand was faintly exposed, and a blood-red wreath hung from the end.

One of them was on the bed, the other had a pale face and deep eyes, and the other stood holding a flute, unable to see clearly the expression under the mask.

The atmosphere suddenly became quiet, and neither of them spoke first.

Yun Chu looked at the man on the bed, but he didn't expect him to be awake, those dark and bright eyes looked at him without blinking, Yun Chu felt his heart skip two beats.

Almost looking away in a panic, Yun Chu suppressed the turbulent emotions in his heart, and said in a cold voice, "Are you awake?"

Mo Chi looked at him, not missing the panic and bewilderment in the other's eyes, he raised the corners of his lips and smiled softly: "Yeah."

After Mo Chi responded, he watched the other party turn around and walk to the door, then beckoned for another person, said a few words to the other party in a low voice, and the other party saluted and turned to leave. The old man with a medicine box hunched over behind him and walked in.

The visitor saluted Yun Chu, with a loud voice that did not match his trembling body: "This subordinate sees the leader."

Yun Chu looked at the old man in front of him, without much emotion in his voice, turned around and walked to the round wooden table in the center of the room, sat down and said, "He's awake, show him his injuries."

The old man responded, and turned his head to look in the direction of the bed. When he looked at the person who was half leaning on the bed, his gray eyebrows frowned: "Why don't you lie down and toss around after suffering such a serious injury? It's because of the knife wound. Is it not wide enough to let the intestines flow out?"

Mo Chi: "..."

What the other party said was too bloody, and Mo Chi imagined the scene in his mind, and his face became a little ugly.

Listening to his words, Yun Chu frowned under the mask, stood up and walked to the bed, looking down at the person on the bed.

Mo Chi raised his head, and the eyes of the two met in mid-air. The other's eyes were so calm that Mo Chi felt a little guilty. He moved his body and wanted to lie back. Unexpectedly, when Yun Chu saw him move, his expression changed. , when the old man opened his mouth and was about to reprimand him, he took a step ahead of him, and the jade flute adorned with red wreaths lightly rested on the other's shoulder to stop the man's movements, and Mo Chi looked up at him.

In a corner where the other party could not see, Yun Chu's hand hanging under his sleeve twitched slightly.

"You," Yun Chu turned to look at the gray-clothed subordinate behind the old man, and said, "Come and help him."

The subordinate who was named was about to step forward, but Mo Chi looked at Yun Chu and said, "No, no, I can do it myself." He was afraid that the other party would not believe him, so he sat up slightly and lay down. Accidentally pulling at the wound, his body stiffened imperceptibly for a moment.

Yun Chu saw his movements, and the eyebrows under the mask frowned even tighter. He wanted to go forward, but he seemed to be scruples about something, so he had to keep his voice cold: "Come up and show him the wound."