Mu Heng stretched out his hand and followed the hazy drizzle that was falling, as if he had returned to the day his mother died.

"Not true. Mu Heng muttered in a low voice, it rained a lot that day than today...... It's also colder......

Fan Yao tilted her head slightly, it was too far away, she couldn't hear Mu Heng muttering anything at all.

It's just that he suddenly felt that the aura on his body was suppressed a lot, and Fan Yao wanted to slip away directly while he wasn't paying attention, but he didn't succeed.

Fan Yao's small movements were fully watched by Mu Heng, "You'd better not run around, otherwise the road will be slippery on this rainy day, and you will inevitably fall ......"

Mu Heng's eyes frightened Fan Yao's scalp numb, like a bloodthirsty beast smelling the aroma of blood, and then ready to pounce and bite......

Fan Yao didn't dare to act rashly, so she could only stand there honestly, but Mu Heng walked towards her step by step, and Fan Yao had no choice but to retreat slowly.

"Fan Yao, don't blame me, if you want to blame, blame Mu Qingyun and his mother, it was Wu Xuan who killed my mother, and I became like this!"

Mu Heng was pressing step by step, Fan Yao had no way out, she could only hold Zijin's hand tightly, lest he be afraid.

Fan Yao was only a stone's throw away from the cliff behind him, and suddenly saw a familiar figure appear behind Mu Heng.

"Mu Qingyun!" Fan Yao breathed a sigh of relief, Mu Qingyun came, and Mu Heng couldn't do anything anymore.

"Miss Fan, don't do anything stupid. When Mu Heng heard Fan Yao shouting at Mu Qingyun, he pretended to want to grab Fan Yao's shoulder, but actually pushed her down the cliff.

Fan Yao's pupils shrank suddenly, and the conditioned reflex pushed Chu Zijin forward.

"Miss Fan!" Mu Heng pretended to reach out to pull Fan Yao.

Mu Qingyun continued to search in the woods after leaving the broken house, and suddenly found this path and walked up along it.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I came up, I saw Fan Yao's feet slipping, and Mu Heng reached out to pull her.

Mu Qingyun didn't have time to think about it, so he rushed over quickly, but fortunately, he stopped Fan Yao in time.

"Boom!"

Thunder mixed with lightning tore a crack in the dim sky, and the raindrops fell on Fan Yao's face, and she couldn't open her eyes.

"Hold on, I'll pull you up. Mu Qingyun's face turned red.

Fan Yao was blocked by the fog in front of her, and gradually couldn't see Mu Qingyun's outline clearly, she wanted to comfort Mu Qingyun and let him not worry.

But what if Mu Qingyun wasn't worried about her in the first place?

What if he was just afraid of losing his useful pawn?

What if he was worried that he wouldn't be able to grow old with Gu Qingbai......

At this moment, many ideas appeared in Fan Yao's mind, most of which were about Mu Qingyun.

"Don't waste your efforts......"

Mu Qingyunquan didn't hear it, and just pulled her hard.

Fan Yao's tears mixed with rain flowed wantonly on his face, Mu Qingyun felt that Fan Yao's hand was slowly withdrawing from his palm, and he hurriedly tightened it hard.

"Mu Heng, why are you still stunned!?" Mu Qingyun shouted heartbreakingly.

Of course Mu Heng wouldn't go to pull Fan Yao, what he wanted was this kind of result.

Mu Qingyun saw that Mu Heng was there like a pestle like a log, and there was no way at all.

He hadn't told Fan Yao that he liked her, and she couldn't just leave him.

It wasn't until now that Mu Qingyun understood that what he loved was not Gu Qing's beautiful and bright, but Fan Yao's sexy and warm, and he never had the idea of marrying Gu Qing.

But when Fan Yao stood in front of him in a wedding dress and showed him such a happy smile, he really thought about not sending her to Chu Baihan, just like that for the rest of his life.

"Fan Yao, I still have a lot to say to you, you can't be fine. ”

Fan Yao stretched out her other hand and wanted to draw the outline of Mu Qingyun again.

But before he could touch him, he felt that he was falling at an extremely fast speed, and Mu Qingyun's face was getting farther and farther away from him.

Mu Qingyun ...... I really like you, it's a pity that I can't be with you anymore. Fan Yao muttered.

Mu Qingyun felt the weight on his hand disappear and quickly grabbed it, he really wanted to hold Fan Yao's hand again and feel her body temperature......

But because it was raining heavily now, the rocks on the edge of the cliff were hanging with some mottled moss, which was extremely smooth, and Mu Qingyun used his strength, but he also fell down.

Fan Yao was about to close her eyes to welcome death, when suddenly Mu Qingyun's face appeared in front of her again, getting closer and closer...... Getting closer......

She also thought that she was hallucinating, and it wasn't until Mu Qingyun hugged her and she felt the scorching temperature on Mu Qingyun's body that she realized that it was not an illusion.

"Bang!"

There was a muffled thud as the flesh hit the rocks below the mountain.

Mu Qingyun still maintained the posture of hugging Fan Yao, and blood kept gushing out of his mouth.

Fan Yao was lying on Mu Qingyun's body, she couldn't make any sound from crying, she could only wipe the blood surging out of Mu Qingyun's mouth at once.

Fan Yao...... I like you too......" Mu Qingyun used his last strength to tell Fan Yao this sentence, and then slowly closed his eyes.

Fan Yao felt that her eyes were beginning to blur gradually.

She groped her way to Mu Qingyun's ear, and whispered: "Mu Qingyun, the road to Huangquan is dim, someone has to carry a lantern for you, you go slowly, I'm here......"

Fan Yao seemed to have had a long dream in her drowsiness, and she could no longer hear the deafening thunder, nor could she feel the cold raindrops lapping on her body wantonly.

There was a sea of flowers around, thousands of purples, thousands of reds, peach and willow green, and there was a path at her feet that she didn't know where it led, and she saw her parents waving to her.

Mu Qingyun suddenly appeared from behind her, took her hand and walked forward......

Chu Zijin has been squatting on the ground and silently shedding tears, he watched his mother fall from the cliff with his own eyes, and he will be a child without a mother in the future.

Chu Baihan solved the difficult people outside the woods with his bare hands, and when he was about to walk into the forest, he happened to run into Chu Feng who came to support, and Gu Qing was also there.

There was no time to reminisce, and the group walked towards the depths of the woods one after another.

It didn't take long for them to search the forest in large numbers, but it was raining and thundering, which inevitably added a sense of terror.

Chu Baihan and the others soon discovered the path up the mountain, and when they walked up all the way, they saw Zijin squatting on the ground and crying silently, and Mu Heng standing on the edge of the cliff looking down.

Gu Qing hurriedly went over and picked up Zijin, took off the coat on his body to block his head, and then looked him up and down, arms, legs, face, etc., etc......

"Zijin, are you okay? Why did you break your knee? What did you do with your neck?"

Gu Qing was distressed and hugged his little doll, Zijin was only six years old, who killed a thousand knives to make him like this!?

Zijin choked his mouth and buried his head in Gu Qing's arms.