[Magic Dao Patriarch Tongren] Playing Butterfly

【7】

Late at night, Mo Xuanyu tossed and turned in bed, with cold sweat breaking out on his head, obviously dreaming of something.

In the dream, Mo Xuanyu was tied to a stool, his body was covered in blood, the wound where he was bound had scabbed over, and his mouth was full of the smell of iron rust.There are torture instruments hanging around him, and several syringes are placed in front of him, which are filled with strange liquids.And the whole room smelled of disgusting rancidity.

At this moment, a man walked in, and he didn't know what he said, but Mo Xuanyu could hear a name clearly——Wei Wuxian!

The man picked up a needle and stabbed it at Mo Xuanyu's body. Mo Xuanyu felt the pain all over his body, but his body refused to listen to him and kept silent.His lips, which had become dead skinned due to not being in the water for a long time, were bleeding from his bite, and the smell of blood immediately filled his mouth.

As soon as the picture turned, he only saw himself holding a syringe in one hand and stabbing it directly into the neck of a pawn in front of him. He watched him die in front of him, but he was unusually calm.

Immediately, he dragged his tired and injured body out.

The dark passage was dark, very damp, and exuded a corpse-like stench.

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When Mo Xuanyu woke up, it was not long after Yinshi, and the sky was not yet bright.When he walked out of the room, the strange scene and the inexplicable sound of the flute always appeared in his mind, and the cool wind blowing made him wake up a lot.

Wei Ying... Wei Wuxian... Who is that, why is it so familiar, and what is going on in the dream scene?

Mo Xuanyu couldn't help being suspicious. During this period of time, his dreams became more and more strange. After playing the portrait of the man he saw before, he kept having nightmares.What does he have to do with me, who is he?And who am I?