861. Chapter 861 Xiaoluan: The little master is dead
The needles are born inside and cannot be touched or grasped by oneself. It is cold, very cold, as if it is soaked in ice, and you cannot hold it out to warm it up.
What does this feel like, so uncomfortable?
Tears fell one after another, uncontrollably, and scenes rolled over in my mind over and over again, tingling my nerves.
Yuan Hongxi thought something was wrong with Muyin, so he hugged her and touched her forehead: "Yin'er, what's wrong?"
The sound was very vague, as if it came from a distant place. Looking at the person in front of him, Muyin stretched out his hand and brushed his cheek. It was unreal... everything was unreal.
Liu Mo pulled Yuan Hongxi over and shook his head at him. He knew that Muyin's medicine had taken effect, perhaps because she had taken too much tea, so the medicine must be stimulated in two places.
Shen Ning held her breath, not daring to breathe out. Seeing that Muyin was on the verge of collapse, she pushed Yuan Hongxi away and helped Muyin to the bed, wiping away the tears on her face: "Fuck... Muyin, please don't
Scared me, I’m here!”
"He lied to me..." Muyin murmured for a long time, turning his eyes to Yuan Hongxi.
"Damn! Who lied to you? I will kill him for you!" Shen Ning held her hand and felt Muyin's palm was cold. She was so scared that tears fell out. She turned to Liu Mo and shouted, "Fuck! She
Is this a normal reaction?"
"Maybe." Liu Mo said helplessly and sighed, "Maybe she has endured too much recently. Many memories are connected together, and it is... unbearable for a while."
What memory is so painful? Shen Ning was stunned for a moment, and suddenly found that Muyin had passed out.
"Liu Mo! Liu Mo, come and take a look!" She screamed, grabbing Liu Mo's clothes and throwing them in front of Muyin.
Liu Mo felt her pulse and breathed a sigh of relief: "It's not a big problem. I just fell asleep and let her sleep for a while and think of all those things."
"Yeah." Shen Ning nodded and refused to leave.
Yuan Hongxi stood there stunned for a while, clenched his fists, walked to Muyin's side, sat on the edge of the bed, and sighed.
So that was it. She finally knew why she had the memories of Han Queluo...
Because she is the real Han Queluo.
The dream was shaky, as if it were a dream or reality. Muyin looked at the sea of fire in front of her without making a sound. She shed tears freely, and she almost saw her weak self in the sea of fire.
Originally, she wanted to stretch out her mouth and pull him with all her strength, but she found that she could not do it. Her ears were filled with wailing, the sound of swords, the sound of fire scorching flesh, and the sound of a wooden house collapsing.
At this time, there was a fight on the screen. It was undoubtedly Han Xuze and that person. Muyin clearly remembered his appearance and would never forget it for the rest of her life. She hated...she hated this person who caused the destruction of her family.
Cold-blooded, ruthless, callous, and selfish! She must... take his life with her own hands.
The scene suddenly changed, and she suddenly saw the beauty who had appeared countless times in her original dreams. She was haggard at the moment, looking at the person on the couch, and she could not accept the fact that Que Luo was dead.
Xiao Luan squatted down next to Queluo in frustration, whimpering: "Shi'er...many people died, and the little master also died."
"Xiao Luan, don't say anything." Mo Shier stared blankly at the person on the bed, her accumulated tears falling on his body, and she smiled sadly, "Xiao Luan, are you willing to resurrect your little master?
"
Without any hesitation, Xiaoluan nodded: "Shi'er, are you ready to use that trick? But after using it, you will die."
