Li Muqi was burning all over his body at this time and was having a high fever. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info His forehead was covered with sweat, and his body was shaking, and his clothes were already soaked with sweat. His face was full of pain: his brows were tightly locked, his face was distorted, the corners of his mouth had turned purple from pig's liver, and suddenly became as pale as paper, without any blood, and his trembling lips seemed to tell him of his pain at the moment.

When Mu He saw Li Muqi like this, he was very panicked, and his tears couldn't stop coming out of his eyes. Seeing Luo Qiuhe walk in, he stopped crying, but he couldn't stop choking and sobbing in a low voice. The thin body kept trembling, I don't know if it was because of her panic, or because of the excitement at this time--seeing the smile on the corner of Luo Qiuhe's mouth.

Luo Qiuhe saw the tears on Mu He's face at this time, and wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say. Luo Qiuhe didn't know why Mu He was crying at this time. A woman's tears, sometimes for a reason, and sometimes for no reason. Regardless of the reason why Mu He was crying, seeing Li Muqi's symptoms at this time, Luo Qiuhe's heart was full of excitement, and he couldn't help but have an excited look on his face. His body began to shake slightly due to excitement, and he said in a trembling voice full of joy, "Finally, the symptoms of the current situation have appeared, and this is finally the case." His excited expression almost made him forget to visit Li Muqi again. If it weren't for Li Antong's inquiry, I was afraid that Luo Qiuhe would forget about it.

Healers should not have these emotional fluctuations. But Luo Qiuhe is still a person after all, a person with feelings. If it weren't for that, how could his medical skills have reached such a level.

"As long as his fever is gone, he will be fine. Luo Qiuhe held Li Muqi's pulse, still excited.

"What about the poison in his body?" Li Antong said what everyone was concerned about.

"It's okay to sweat this body," Luo Qiuhe probed carefully again, Fang Dao. "As long as you slowly regulate in the future, the toxins left in the body will be slowly dissolved. At this time, the old man was powerless. ”

"Will the toxins that remained on him affect him?" Mu He flashed with tears and looked at Luo Qiu River.

"It's okay for his body," Luo Qiuhe said as he stroked his beard, "but occasionally he will cough because of the toxins in his body, and his body will become very sensitive, and he can't stand any wind cold or heat." ”

"How long will it take to get rid of the toxins from him?"

"A year. ”

How short and long a year is. What kind of torture will he be subjected to in this year, and what kind of torture will he suffer? Mu He did not know, and neither did the others. The only thing they could do at this moment was to pray, and the only thing they knew was to stay by his side and save him from harm—unknown harm. But at this moment, none of them will have such confidence, and in the face of the vast unknown, who will have confidence. If there is, it is only a consolation, a deception.

Morning dew swirls between the leaves and flows above the petals. Bursts of floral scent, the refreshing smell of leaf veins, and the strong breeze of the rolling sound of morning dew. Gently pushed away the mist in front of him, brushed away the trickle, and blew this strong breath onto Li Muqi's face who slowly pushed open the window.

Suddenly attacked by this breath, Li Muqi's body shook violently, it was almost difficult to stand, and he almost fell. If it weren't for his quick move, he would have instantly held on to an object by the window that someone had placed here, and stabilized his body, which would have caused him to fall. Rao is like this, Li Muqi's back is already covered with a thick layer of sweat. However, his spirit was shocked, and he instantly swept away the fatigue and sickness on his body. If you don't take a closer look, you won't see half of the pathology.

Looking at the worry and concern on everyone's faces, Li Muqi's eyes couldn't help but have a layer of tears, looking at Li Antong, who was about to be impatient at this time, full of panic, waved his hand and smiled, "Don't worry, look, I'm not good." Li Muqi looked at everyone with a smile, "The king of Hades doesn't accept it, maybe I'm afraid that I will toss his little ghost." Walking in the underworld, the body will inevitably be like this. ”

Looking at Li Muqi, who had only been tortured for a night, and then looked at his pale face, his emaciated body, and Fang Cai's weak appearance, everyone couldn't help but feel worried and full of anger in their hearts.

Of the two Assassins last night, one had fallen asleep on his bed in Li Antong's room, and the other had already left: he had not spoken a word, and Li Muqi had not asked him a word. Seeing the body that had been tortured by Li Antong all night, Li Muqi couldn't bear to take a closer look, just glanced at it simply, whispered in Luo Qiuhe's ear, and then turned to leave, unable to bear to look at the face that was about to suffer. But his screams still reached Li Muqi's ears. Hearing those screams of sorrow, Li Muqi's eyes couldn't help but welled up with a few tears, and his face was full of regret.

He didn't die at the moment, but he was operated on by Luo Qiuhe to transform his body. At this time, he can no longer learn kung fu, only the power of the chicken. It was undoubtedly a painful ordeal for him, but it was also a kind of redemption - the redemption of his broken soul.

Many years later, he will definitely be grateful to Li Muqi at that time, if it were not for Li Muqi's decision at that moment, he would have wasted his life almost in vain, and he would not have known what life is, what life is, and he would not have understood the meaning and value of life, and he would not even care about his own life and the lives of others.

Hearing those screams, the other assassin's body had begun to tremble, his teeth chattered, and even the scene that had appeared in his mind - the scene of torture and constant struggle. The hope in his heart was almost shattered, and he looked desperately at Li Antong, who was slowly forcing him. Before Li Antong could make any movements, his body had begun to tremble, and the person had fallen weakly in the corner, panting for fearful breathing. His eyes didn't dare to look at Li Antong's eyes, and he panicked. He looked uneasily at his trembling feet.

Before Li Antong opened his mouth to ask, he told everything he knew, and explained it in great detail, and even some things that Li Antong didn't want to know, he also elaborated on them one by one, and he didn't see the smile on the corner of Li Antong's mouth at all.

Hearing his detailed narration make anyone laugh and have to laugh.

A person who has been so frightened can still sleep so soundly, Li Antong is really amazed and admired. A person who has experienced such torture will be even more amazing if he is not as asleep as he is: where will he be asleep, but lethargic, and his body can no longer bear it, and he will fall asleep weakly...

Liu Mocheng didn't sleep all night, how could he sleep with peace of mind. Even when you fall asleep, you will be awakened by the worry in your heart, more frightened than the scenery in your dream, and wake up in a panic. After tossing one or two times like this, Liu Mocheng no longer fell asleep, and he didn't dare to sleep. It was his second sleepless night. It's just that now, it's more painful, it's more tormenting, every minute, every second is also a kind of torture—a merciless torture. The enjoyment of the past has dissipated with the morning mist, and only the endless torture accompanies Liu Mocheng's side, lingering, and the light of hope in his heart the night before has also been shattered last night, shattered on his heart at this time, a little flustered, very frightened, and very painful.

There was no knock on the door, and Liu Mocheng's closed door was pushed open by a pair of white plain hands. It was a pair of hands that Liu Mocheng was very familiar with, it was a pair of extremely gentle hands, looking at it at this moment, he didn't feel fear in his heart, and the hands he felt were so cruel that Liu Mocheng almost didn't dare to look at it anymore, he just wanted to run away and hide in a corner that made him feel at ease. But where could he flee to? Where would it be a place where he could be at peace? There was no place in the world anymore, because there was no longer that place in his heart. That place has been buried by him, has been abandoned by him.

The sunlight pierced Liu Mocheng's eyes through the door of Liu Mocheng's study that was opened.

This light was so dazzling that Liu Mocheng didn't dare to open his eyes, nor did he dare to look up. I had to close my eyes tightly and hang my head. It took a long time before he opened his eyes and looked at the familiar figure that was slowly approaching. Seeing such a figure, I didn't feel a warm feeling in my heart, and a tear almost rolled out.

That figure is still graceful, still so beautiful. If it weren't for the perennial maintenance, how could Mrs. Liu have such a figure now, and if it wasn't for the edification of those delicacies, how would Mrs. Liu maintain such a figure. However, those things, after all, are not easy to come by, nor are they ordinary. If it weren't for those ill-gotten gains, Mrs. Liu would be an old and decrepit person at this moment, full of wrinkles and piles on her face, and she should have left the traces of time and marked with the marks of the years.

Is this worth it? Is this his pursuit? Liu Mocheng looked at Mrs. Liu's posture and couldn't help but ask himself in his heart. But I couldn't get an answer in my heart. Perhaps, that answer will make him completely overwhelmed and drive him crazy.

Madame Liu did not walk in alone, behind her, there was another person following closely. Seeing the figure slowly appear, the despair in Liu Mocheng's heart slowly receded, and the hope in his heart was ignited; the tiredness in his eyes receded, and his dim eyes were lit up, flashing with the light of hope, looking at the figure.

But this light has not yet fully awakened the hope in Liu Mocheng's heart. The light vanished in an instant, as if it had never existed. Just when the light in Liu Mocheng's eyes disappeared, the hope in Liu Mocheng's heart shattered again, and even drew a long crack in his heart. His body instantly froze, his breathing was short, and his hands clenched unnaturally. Then I slowly let go, and I clenched it again, and after a long time, I released it again, and I clenched it again...

After repeating this for a long time, Liu Mocheng exhaled a long breath, slowly wiped the sweat from his palm, his eyes once again bloomed with hope, looking behind the person, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, outlining a charming arc...