Chapter Eighty-Seven: Find Xiao Luo

Mu Qianxun's body was unstable, and the two of them rolled on the ground twice gorgeously.

Mu Youchen patronized and protected Mu Qianxun, and his head hit the hard ice and snorted.

Mu Youchen looked up and saw Mo Xue's miserable face, and complained, "Master, what are you doing? ”

Mu Qianxun revealed a hairy head, got up from Mu Youchen, and looked at Mo Xue with deep eyes.

"Hmph, it's sunny and daylight, you don't practice well, what kind of physique do you have when you hug and hug!"

"Then why don't you call Xun'er and bully me!"

"Won't you hide?"

"I'm hiding!" Mu Youchen looked at Mo Xue innocently, this look fell on the eyes of others, I was afraid that my heart was about to melt, but it had no effect on Mo Xue.

Mo Xue glanced at him: "Won't you hide by yourself?"

"Then what if it's not you, won't Xun'er be injured?"

Mu Youchen should have answered, but the room was silent.

Mu Qianxun's heart trembled, and he was full of emotion, he was always like this, even if his life was threatened, he didn't want her to be hurt in the slightest.

Time and time again, his kindness to her has carved an indelible trace in her heart.

Even if she was deeply injured by Mu Rufeng, at this moment, she still believed that not all men in the world were lucky, at least Mu Youchen would not, he promised her that she would be the only one in her life, she believed it!

Mo Xue's eyes flashed with a softness that she hadn't even noticed, but Mu Youchen's faint words made her give up the idea of breaking them up.

I can't help but wonder if the understanding of more than 50 years is wrong, is there really true love in the world?

I secretly decided in my heart that as long as Mu Youchen had been treating Mu Qianxun so well, I could consider letting them be together.

coughed lightly to hide his wandering: "Practice hard, or I'll break your legs!"

The figure flashed, and then disappeared again.

Leaving Mu Qianxun and Mu Youchen staring at each other, they didn't understand who Mo Xue was talking about.

Mu Qianxun cleared his throat and said seriously: "Hey, get up quickly!

"Speaking of you, how can she care if I practice well or not, I am your foil. ”

Mu Qianxun felt a faint pain in his heart, a foil, His Royal Highness King Ling is so willing to be a foil for a little girl?

The tone was gentle and a little doting: "Nonsense, what a foil." Get up quickly, it's cold on the ground!"

Mu Youchen got up slowly, the smile on his face bloomed silently, and a trace of sweetness slipped in his heart: "Is Xun'er concerned about me?"

But an ordinary word can make him so happy, Mu Qianxun was sad for a while, did he really care too little about him, and smiled sweetly:

"yes, can't you hear me?"

Mu Youchen was stunned for a moment, his perfect face turned a little red, he really didn't think that Mu Qianxun would say that, he was the only one who teased her, and now this is... Reversed identity?

Mu Qianxun put his hands behind his back, his little face was very close, his black and white eyes fell straight on Mu Youchen's face, and the good aroma sprayed on his face:

"Tut-tut... Your Royal Highness King Ling is this shy? Little woman, I'm really... So happy!"

After that, he laughed heartlessly for a while.

Everyone in the world is greedy for prosperity in the red dust, but this young couple is willing to face a single stone wall every day, just because... There he is.

The red dust is rolling, and it is still boring without him, and the dark cave, with him, is still living chic.

At the foot of Lingguang Mountain, a handsome young man tirelessly searched for it every day, but there was still no pretty figure beside him.

Mu Qingyan stood still a little decadently, looking at the towering Lingguang Mountain, and there was more sadness in his eyes.

Suddenly, he had an idea, the soles of his feet were windy, and he ran wildly towards a nearby inn.

In the Qingyun Inn, the shopkeeper was burying his head in settling accounts, Mu Qingyan slapped the table, and his voice was sonorous: "The shopkeeper, lend me a pile of paper and a brush!"

The shopkeeper was frightened, and the ledger in his hand was stained with ink.

Just as he was about to get angry, he saw Mu Qingyan throw a silver ingot on the table, and his anger turned into joy in an instant.

Respectfully took out a pile of good white paper, handed over the brush in his hand, and instructed: "Xiao He, polish ink for this son!"

"Eh, here it is!"

The shopkeeper's face was fat, and his smile was more ugly than crying, and he was so flattering: "Childe is not a local, do you need a good guest room?" ”

Mu Qingyan stopped the pen in his hand and stared at the shopkeeper coldly: "Shut up!

The shopkeeper smiled and didn't make a sound.

The pen in Mu Qingyan's hand kept waving for a moment, and his hands were stained with ink, but he didn't care at all, and a thick joy appeared on his eyebrows.

Two hours later, Mu Qingyan held a pile of written missing person notices and walked forward briskly.

Towards dusk, several small towns near Lingguang Mountain are plastered with signs on the streets, and occasionally men and women come to have a look.

Mu Qingyan broke both legs, sat on the side of the road, nibbling on a cold bun, not to mention how pitiful.

Looking at the crescent moon in the night sky, it seems that he can see Xiao Luo's shadow, you must know that she is so important in his heart, he must have treated her well at the beginning.

Sitting and sitting, the upper eyelids and the lower eyelids are intimately separated, and the eyes flicker and fall asleep.

Autumn is coming to an end, and it's winter in a few days, and sleeping on the streets can be imagined.

He was so tired that he didn't even have the strength to walk a few steps to find an inn, so he shrunk into a ball and rested against the pillar at the door of the pharmacy that had closed.

As the night deepened, a woman in black appeared out of thin air, staring at Mu Qingyan in a daze, merging with the night.

The hair tied up high danced in the wind, the clear eyes flashed unbearably, the lips were tightly closed, and the snow-white face looked very thin.

A gust of cold wind hit, Mu Qingyan's body couldn't stop trembling, opened his eyes and looked at the woman in front of him in confusion, and sighed lightly: "Alas, I'm dreaming again!"

Staggered up, his legs were still a little weak, he hugged Xiao Luo in his arms, and murmured:

"How can I find you? I miss you so much, I'm going crazy! I wish this dream could go on forever. ”

The indifference on Xiao Luo's face melted away a little, pushed him away, and turned around to leave.

His fingers touched his chest, and there was still a little residual warmth, Mu Qingyan pinched his arm, "Wow! It hurts! It's not a dream!"

An arrow stepped forward, his hands tightly wrapped around Xiao Luo's waist, and his voice trembled a little irrepressibly: "Xiao Luo, Xiao Luo, don't go, I finally found you!"

Today, Xingya Pavilion received an assassination mission, and Xiao Luo casually sent a subordinate to carry it out.

When the woman saw the notice on the street, about Xiao Luo, she tore one up and brought it back.

The familiar handwriting came into view, and the dusty memory in Xiao Luo's heart was evoked, and he couldn't help but want to see him.

When she saw him cowering in the street sleeping, she couldn't move anymore, a person who was once so proud, is it all because of her?

I feel very uncomfortable.

It wasn't until he woke up that he thought about leaving, but alas... It's too late.

He finally found Xiao Luo, how could he let go easily, if he let Xiao Luo leave like this, it would really be hopeless.

Xiao Luo stabilized his emotions and made sure that his voice sounded without a trace of flaw: "Let go, I came out to kill people, and I only ran into you occasionally." ”

"I don't care! Whether it's intentional or accidental, I won't allow you to leave!"

"We don't have anything to do with it anymore, and it's no fun to dwell on it!"

"Do you say that if there is no connection, there will be no connection? I don't agree! You saved me, I am your person, do you want to follow you in this life!"

It's not good to learn anything, it's not a trick, but obviously this trick is very effective.

Xiao Luo's eyes were shaking, and a special feeling flowed through his heart, and he didn't know what to do.

Originally, forgetting Mu Qingyan and erasing him from his life was a very cruel thing.

She made up her mind so much that she couldn't help but think about him, not to go to him, and now it seemed that everything was in vain.

From the moment she saw him again, Xiao Luo understood that she couldn't escape, and her heart had decided everything for her.

But if she wants to marry into Mufu, she won't want to be happy in her life, especially in the past few days in Lingguang Mountain, which makes her feel even more incompatible with Mufu.

She was born here, and she was not used to living a restrictive life like that.

Xiao Luo took a deep breath: "I won't marry you!"

"Then I'll marry you!"

"I'm still in a hurry to kill someone!"

"I'll go with you!"

Xiao Luo was speechless for a while: "... If I don't kill it, I'm going home!

"Take me back with you!"

Xiao Luo was completely furious: "Do you believe it or not, I killed you!"

Mu Qingyan pillowed his head on Xiao Luo's back, the warm feeling was very steady, and his voice was muffled: "Kill, kill, kill!

"Mu said lightly, you are shameless!"

"Well, I'm shameless, I don't want anything, as long as you. ”

Xiao Luo's anger dissipated in an instant, and a soft place in his heart was touched, and his tone softened:

"I said I didn't want to see you anymore, I said we're going to break it clean, completely. ”

"No, I'm just going to pester you, I'll be pestering you for the rest of my life. ”

"Didn't you say let me go find someone else?"

"Who said that? Which bastard, it's definitely not me, you're mistaken!"

The tone is weak, and there is some meaning that wants to cover up.

Xiao Luo smiled faintly, and his expression couldn't hide the joy.

Qingyun Inn, Mu Qingyan walked in holding Xiao Luo's hand tightly, with some anger between his eyebrows.

The fat shopkeeper was sitting there napping, and he was suddenly awakened by Mu Qingyan, stroking his chest and smiling bitterly: "This son, what kind of grudge does the old man have with you, it's worth you to scare me twice a day." ”