"Quick time travel" long way to chase his wife

"Okay." After wiping the corners of the people's lips clean, Mo Chi stopped his movements. He put the square scarf back in his arms, glanced at the barely touched food on the table, and frowned. Wrinkled slightly: "Eat some more?"

Yun Chu shook his head: "No, I don't have much appetite."

"Is it because of the poison on your body?" Mo Chi asked him.

Yun Chu didn't say anything, it was a tacit agreement.

Mo Chi's fingers on his knees twitched nervously for a moment. He looked at the silver mask on Yunchu's face, and raised his hand to take it off.

Yun Chu looked at his hands, closed his eyes subconsciously, and the mask was taken off, revealing the hideous and ugly mark.Mo Chi raised his hand to caress it, and moved his fingers lightly on it. Yun Chu opened his eyes and looked at him.

"Have you thought about getting rid of the poison on yourself?" Mo Chi asked him.

Looking at his expressionless face, Yun Chu felt a little disappointed, saying that he didn't care, after all, he still thought his face was not pretty...

Gently turning his head aside, Yun Chu lowered his eyes, covering all the disappointment and sadness in his eyes, and smiled with a light smile on the corner of his lips, with a self-deprecating voice: "Yes, but so many years have passed, Lian Yang Even the hunchback can't help it, I thought, what's the use."

Mo Chi listened to his words, his hands stopped in mid-air and slightly froze. He looked at the person in front of him, and what the alpaca had said earlier sounded in his mind.

"There must be a way," Mo Chi said.

Yun Chu looked at the firmness in his eyes, his eyelashes trembled suddenly, and suddenly he laughed.With an emotion that even he didn't know, he asked the man in front of him: "I'm like this, I'm actually really ugly."

Mo Chi looked at the smile on his face, his breath was suddenly suffocated, and then there was a muffled throbbing pain, as if someone had hit it hard with a heavy hammer. How could he forget that his Yunchu, delicate and sensitive.

Saying this to a person with a face ruined by poison is tantamount to asking him if he wants to heal the wound on his face. What is the difference between this and uncovering the scars again?

"I'm sorry..." Mo Chi slowly clenched his hands in mid-air into fists. He looked at the person in front of him with a pained and annoyed expression.

Yun Chu smiled: "Why do you apologize?"

"I..." Mo Chi opened his mouth, but didn't say anything. He looked at Yun Chu, and in the end he just leaned over and hugged him into his arms, his voice was low and hoarse: "I said the wrong thing... ..."

"You're right." Yun Chu was hugged by him, with his chin resting on the other's shoulder, he blinked his eyes lightly, his voice sounded a little ethereal, he said.

"No," Mo Chi shook his head, "It's wrong, it's wrong."

Listening to his words, the smile on Yunchu's lips faded, and the inferiority complex in his eyes began to emerge: "Actually, if it's really possible, why don't I want to..." He didn't say what he said later, but Mo Chi knew it.

Holding him tighter, Mo Chi whispered softly and gently in his ear, "Don't worry, even if I give everything, I will heal you."

Listening to his words, Yun Chu frowned. He stretched out his hand and pushed the man away, his clear eyes fell on the man's face, with a little inquiry: "Did the alpaca say something to you?"

"No." Mo Chi looked at him, raised the corners of his lips, with the same expression, "He didn't say anything, he just threatened me to take good care of you, or he would kick me out of the mountain gate."

This alpaca...

Thinking of the way the old man pointed at the man who was two heads taller than him and threatened him by jumping his feet, Yun Chu felt a surge of warmth in his heart.Forget it, seeing that he treats me well, let him go for now this time.

Mo Chi looked at the corners of his slightly raised lips, followed with a smile, hugged him into his arms again, and said with a smile, "But he probably won't have the chance to kick me out in this lifetime."

this life……

Yun Chu leaned in his arms, knowing that this life is still very long and the future is still unknown, but he somehow got it, listening to the man, he really believed that the two of them would be together for the rest of their lives.

Time passed day by day like this, between sunrise and sunset, half a month passed in the blink of an eye.

When he rescued Mo Chi up the mountain, Yunchu did not intentionally conceal his identity and background, so soon, the leader of the Wulin League in Jianghu betrayed the Wulin League, his father killed his relatives righteously, and the news that he regained control of the Wulin League was processed and exaggerated. Entered Cold Blood Cult.

Soon, everyone in the whole church knew that the man whose leader rescued Shangshan was the one who betrayed the Wulin League. Suddenly, everyone's eyes on him changed, and the four elders in the church even went straight to him. When they got to Yunchu, they looked stern and resolute. They had only one purpose, which was to kill Mo Chi and avenge their brothers and subordinates who died tragically at the hands of the famous decent sect.

In the spacious and bright study room with an antique flavor, the atmosphere was stiff. Green smoke curled up from the incense burner on the desk, and the mist covered the expression in the eyes of the man sitting behind the desk. Standing in front of him were four men dressed in different clothes. Old people, at this moment, the expressions on the faces of the three of them were exactly the same, they all looked at the man sitting behind the desk with a look of hatred.

"Master, Mo Chi must die!" The second elder standing on the far left took a step forward, his voice sonorous and powerful, and his face full of righteousness.

"I agree."

"I agree too!" Seeing this, the First Elder and Third Elder beside him said in unison.

As soon as Yun Chu was dressed in white, the silver mask covered up the cold expression on his face, but the eyes he looked at the people in front of him were as cold as ice in winter.

He looked at the four people in front of him who usually didn't care about the affairs of the church, but now they wanted to make decisions for him, and sneered.

"This deity doesn't know what he did wrong. The four elders insist on killing him."

"He is a member of the Wulin League, so he should be killed!"

The people in the middle spoke sternly.

"Based on this alone, the First Elder is going too far?" Yun Chu looked at him with cold eyes, ice and snow accumulated in his eyes.

The Great Elder met his cold gaze without any fear: "The people of the Wulin League are hypocritical and cunning, killing innocent people indiscriminately, death is not a pity!"

"It's not a pity to die. The Great Elder is now yelling at an innocent person. Isn't it killing innocent people indiscriminately?"

"Master," the third elder standing next to the first elder looked at him, and said with a warning voice, "Don't forget, he is the son of Mo Yanlan."

Outside the door, Mo Chi, who was walking with cakes, raised his hand and was about to knock on the door, but when he heard these words, his raised hand stopped in the air. He breathed lightly, weakened his own existence, turned around, and lightly Leaning at the corner on the side, he concealed his figure with the help of a evergreen planted outside the door.