Seize My Boyfriend - B17 (20)
“Changsun Wuji!”
“Brother!”
At the moment when Changsun Wuji stabbed himself with a sword, and the blade cut towards his neck, suddenly a piece of jade flew over and bounced off the long sword in his hand.
“Why, are you willing to die for him? Why?” Xi Jin could kill Mo Zhiyang without hesitation, but he couldn’t just ignore the life and death of his grandson Wuji.
“I regard him as more important than my life. If he dies, I will not live.”
Mo Zhiyang shrugged, not surprised by this result, and not worried that Xi Jin would really kill himself.
Xi Jin just looked at his senior brother like this, trying to find his current shadow in his memory, but failed in the end. The man in the shirt in front of him did not recognize him at all.
The brother in my memory is high above the world, looking down on the world, working hard for the common people of the world. He is a gentleman and a person who is willing to dedicate his life to the common people of the world.
And the man in front of him, he is selfish and willing to die for an ant, this is not a senior brother.
“My senior brother died a long time ago.” Xi Jin wanted to save his senior brother, but failed.
Looking up at the beams of the house, there are many spider webs entangled on them, blinking his eyes to dispel the water vapor, “My brother, actually died a long time ago.”
When he finished merging his soul and decided to fall in love with Mo Zhiyang, is already dead.
Withdrawing the sword dejectedly, Xi Jin was heartbroken, and suddenly felt that all of this was not important, even bringing this familiar person in front of him was no longer important.
He hated Mo Zhiyang and his senior brother, but it was useless to hate, it wasn’t worth it.
“Forget it.” With mixed feelings in his heart, he finally said “forget it”, Xi Jin bowed her straight back dejectedly, walked out with her sword in hand.
Passed by the eldest grandson Wuji, but didn’t linger a little bit.
After going out, he turned around and looked into the hall. Changsun Wuji hurriedly walked towards Mo Zhiyang, without any regard for himself, and laughed at himself, “Senior brother is dead.” Originally, he wanted
Mo Zhiyang to see clearly the nature of Changsun Wuji, but in the end Let Xijin see herself clearly, what she insists on is just a mirror image.
“Yangyang, are you okay?” Changsun Wuji knelt down to help untie the rope, “Is it hurt anywhere? Does it hurt?” “It’s okay
.” Mo Zhiyang was not afraid at all, Xijin might kill himself, but He would never see his eldest grandson Wuji die in vain. In the end, it was proved that everything was his delusion.
Looking past the old color batch to the receding figure, Mo Zhiyang knew that he would never appear again, if he didn’t want to accompany him in this scene, he would have beaten him to vent his anger.
“I really should have killed him at the beginning.” If it wasn’t for the fear of harming Yang and Yin virtues, Changsun Wuji would have done it a long time ago, “It’s okay, it’s okay now.
” Mo Zhiyang closed his eyes, it’s good, no one will bother him and the old pervert again.
The eldest grandson Wuji has been able to adapt to the current life, but life revolves around Mo Zhiyang, he can do whatever he wants.
No matter how stupid Xu Tian is, he can still see that something is wrong with the two of them.
I also asked Xiao Yang secretly, but he just smiled, which made Xu Tian very strange.
“The weather is so hot recently.”
The muffled thunder outside made Mo Zhiyang feel restless, tossing and turning on the bed, always feeling uncomfortable, his body was sticky, the weather in July was very hot, and there was no air conditioner.
“Is it hot?” Changsun Wuji propped up his upper body to fan Yangyang, “The branch will open in a few days, and you will be busy again?” ”
Well, I will go back with Xu Tian to see Auntie Fat during the Mid-Autumn Festival.” Then, Mo Zhiyang turned over and rolled into his arms, “You go too.”
The fan stopped for a few seconds before Changsun Wuji asked in a trembling voice, “You, Yangyang?”
“Yeah, come home with me.” As he said that, he suddenly turned over and pressed him under him. Mo Zhiyang rubbed his chest affectionately, “Come home.” “Okay.”
Rubbing
, Something was wrong, Mo Zhiyang noticed it, blushed but didn’t push him away, but hugged him even tighter.
Do you want to eat meat or not?
Changsun Wuji’s eyes were red with hunger, he hugged his waist, turned over and pressed him under him, “Yangyang, can you ?
” “Oh~ don’t bite there!” Mo Zhiyang was afraid that the surrounding sound insulation would not be good, so he could only forcefully suppress the voice that came to his mouth, sobbing and unable to speak. Injecting liquid into the container requires skill and patience. First of all, the container must be widened. Otherwise, if it is too small, there will be less stuff to pour, which is absolutely impossible. Therefore, Changsun Wuji worked very hard, first widened it with his fingers, then poked it with a familiar stick, and then injected the white liquid, all done in one go. Of course, one time is not enough, many times are needed. The rain outside was pouring heavily, accompanied by bursts of thunder, as if it was going to annihilate the entire city. The two people in the room were glued to each other, not noticing the outside. “Day.” Mo Zhiyang didn’t get up the next day, and slept until the afternoon. When he got up, his waist was sore. It was still raining heavily outside, and the bean-sized raindrops hit the glass, “What’s going on?” There was nothing by my side, but the breakfast was still on the table, “Where did Lao Sepi go?” “I don’t know, I went out in the rain early in the morning.” The system was also strange. Rubbing his waist and getting up to wash, the person hasn’t come back after eating, and Xu Tian didn’t go out in such heavy rain, so he learned to write at home, and Mo Zhiyang taught beside him. It was not until half past eleven in the evening that the door opened.
Mo Zhiyang quickly got up from the bed and went to turn on the lamp beside the bed, “Changsun Wuji?”
“Huh? Yangyang, you haven’t slept yet?”
Originally wanted to go and have a look, but Changsun Wuji was wet all over, so he didn’t In the past, “You rest first, I’ll go and change clothes.”
“Okay.” Rubbing his eyes, he watched him go out through the dim light, and turned his head to look outside. It rained all day and all night, and something was wrong.
Changing into clean clothes, the eldest grandson Wuji dared to go to bed and hug him, “Why haven’t
you slept?” It doesn’t look right at first glance.
“The silver dragon is going to flood this place.” Changsun Wuji didn’t hide it from him, he let out a long sigh, “I might have to fight him.”
Hearing this, only the sound of rain in the room was the sound of shallow breathing from the two of them.
“Is it dangerous?” After a while, Mo Zhiyang opened his mouth, probably because of fear, his voice trembled a little.
Yinlong wanted to flood the city with rain, so he wanted to force himself out. Changsun Wuji couldn’t just sit idly by and could only hug him tightly, “Trust me, I will come back, you have to wait for me, you know.” “Then
you When will you go?” It’s not that Mo Zhiyang doesn’t believe him, but this worry is not inevitable.
“Tomorrow, today I will go to check the surrounding terrain. It will rain another day, and the moat will burst out. At that time, people will definitely die.” There was another
long silence.
It’s been so long that Changsun Wuji thought he was asleep, “Yangyang?”
“I’ll wait for you to come back, as long as I want.” Our old pervert never broke his promise, Mo Zhiyang closed his red eyes.
Not stopping because there is no reason, I can only give him comfort and wait.
He didn’t sleep all night. The eldest grandson Wuji left after five o’clock in the morning. Mo Zhiyang knew that he just pretended to be asleep, and when he left, he kept his eyes open until dawn.
“System, will he be all right?”
“Yes, the old colorist has never lied to you.” The system answered in the affirmative.
It was still raining heavily today, Xu Tian didn’t go out to set up a stall, and Mo Zhiyang didn’t care about doing business, so he taught Xu Tian to read and write at home.
“Xiaoyang, isn’t that right?” Xu Tian picked up the crooked name and was about to call him, when he found Xiaoyang in a daze, “What’s wrong with you?” “Ah?” When he recovered, he saw Xu Tian holding his hand
. Mo Zhiyang stretched out his hand to take the exercise book on the paper, “That’s right, it’s better than yesterday.” ”
Xiaoyang, are you worried about that Taoist priest?” Xu Tian asked with his chin propped up. An expression, as if something is missing.
Unable to lie, Mo Zhiyang squeezed the exercise book in his hand, the corners of the paper were crumpled, “Yes.” “Actually, I didn’t know that
two men could still be together.” Xu Tian went to the pencil sharpener and put Sharpen the pencil, “But I think Nen and him are very good. I told my mother about it, and she told me not to worry about it. My mother said that two people live together, as long as two people are happy, don’t worry about others. ”
The sound of rain did not stop, and another thunderbolt came down.
Mo Zhiyang sighed, “Xu Tian, ​​if something happens to me, you can take all the money and go back to the village, buy a lot of land, and then don’t go to the city again, you know?
” If something goes wrong, Mo Zhiyang will not live alone.
“Why?” Xu Tian didn’t understand.
“No reason.” There is no need to explain love to him. Mo Zhiyang just smiled and handed him the exercise book, “You continue to write first, and I will check.” I always feel that Xiaoyang has something to do, but Xu
Tian He didn’t dare to ask, “Oh.”
No one could understand Mo Zhiyang’s mood at this moment, and all the suffering could only be endured by himself.
After nightfall, Mo Zhiyang was restless. He had been walking for a whole day, and the rain was not light this day, which may also prove that he hadn’t finished solving it.
“I don’t know what’s going on.” Mo Zhiyang was very anxious as he paced back and forth in the small room.
“Don’t worry, Lao Sepi won’t lie to you. He said he will come back, so he will come back.” The system is also a little panicked, but it can only stabilize the host first.
There was another thunderstorm in the sky, and it became more and more dense.
Mo Zhiyang couldn’t sit still, turned around and took a few steps to the door, pressing his hand on the doorknob, “Do I think I succeeded in chasing my wife and crematorium now?” ”
Yes, so what do you want to do?” The system was a little scared.
“I don’t know, but I understand that he treated my life over my life, and so did I.” I can still go to the next plane to find him after I die.
“Host!” The system wanted to stop it, but it didn’t know how to speak, just like the host didn’t know how to stop the old color batch.
Nothing can stop people in love from being together.
When Mo Zhiyang was debating whether to open the door, the door seemed to be hit by something from the outside, “He’s back?”
