Chapter 470: Hide

The cliff is remote, the terrain is muddy, and in a hurry, the pain of stepping off, stumbling on dead branches, and twitching ankles can't get rid of the colic in her heart.

The road from the cliff from the bamboo garden seems to be far away, and there is no end in sight, Mu Qianxun gritted his teeth, like a wild horse that has taken off the reins, and ran wildly, and the pedestrians saw it, and they all dodged.

The wind was whistling, and the rain was continuous, intertwined, and it spread past her ears, and with that monstrous heartbeat, it hindered her movement.

For some reason, the baby girl who was holding her arms was relieved, and she cried loudly, and the cry touched her heart, and her mind was full of Mu Haoran's tortured appearance.

In front of the bamboo garden, Mu Qianxun looked around in a daze, grabbed a guard, as if grasping a life-saving straw, and indiscriminately asked about the residence of Haoyue, his speech was slurred, and his appearance was terrifying.

The beautiful face was full of haggard and miserable, I don't know whether it was tired by the heavy rain, or because of the fear in my heart, it was white and white, without a trace of blood, and tears were all over the rain.

The black green lips were stained with Yan Yan's blood, the eyes were piercing, the black hair was scattered, and the mottled mud color was rolling all over the body, with a murderous aura, which was both embarrassing and terrifying to look at.

The guard's trembling response was dropped by Mu Qianxun, and he sat straight in the mud, gasping for breath, and his seven-foot figure was vulnerable under Mu Qianxun's unintentional deterrence.

The nurse called the witch doctor on her own initiative, and at this moment, the bedroom of the Haoyue in Taitai was noisy and shouting, and people turned over on their backs, but they did not hear a baby's cry.

After Haoyue left the dormitory, there was no movement in the inner courtyard, otherwise he would not have noticed it so late, and Mu Haoran would not have hung by a thread.

There was a slight coolness behind him, and everyone took the initiative to disperse, Mu Qianxun stared at the baby on the bed stupidly, and in an instant, even the strength to breathe was withdrawn.

Mu Haoran just lay quietly on the bed, not crying or making trouble, as always obedient.

His face was bruised, revealing a bit of black gas, a different kind of seeping, and his fingertips trembled and probed his snort, faintly warm.

The stagnant tears broke the embankment again, and a large drop fell on the brocade quilt that wrapped him, gathering his mind and taking his pulse.

The resentment in his eyes became a little heavier, biting his lip, his eyelashes trembling slightly, his beautiful eyes were closed, and his other free hand was clenched into a fist.

Lantai Haoji, followed by Mu Youchen and Ling Ze, arrived one after another, looking at Mu Qianxun's dead and indifferent appearance, uneasy.

The guards sent to report are true, it is true, there is only one breath left, and the situation is much more complicated, and it is still unknown how long this breath can last.

Lighting the candle flame, the thin silver needles flickered in the faint firelight, Mu Qianxun was still trembling, but he forced himself to be calm not to cry or make trouble.

The silver needle pierced into the delicate, delicate, cold body, each of which seemed to pierce the tip of Mu Qianxun's heart, and the trembling in his hands never stopped.

But a few slaps are the size of it, and they have to suffer so much, and it is very likely that it will be in vain, how can Mu Qianxun not be heartbroken.

Yutai Haoyue is really vicious, if it was just a rain, perhaps, Mu Qianxun would still be sure to save her back, but she poisoned Mu Haoran in a frenzy.

First of all, the incense caused fainting, and then the poisonous attack on the five organs, such a thought, how can it be temporary, and it can be properly disposed of in a hurry.

It seems that today's outing, Yutai Haoyue has been planning for a long time, and it is estimated that when Mu Haoran entered this bamboo garden, she has already thought about it.

Poison is just ordinary poison, if you want to force out the toxin, it is not difficult, the difficulty is that Mu Haoran is really young, and his life is in danger.

Mu Qianxun didn't dare to take the drug rashly, if it was not very good, it would completely kill Mu Haoran, and she was lucky to be able to continue Mu Haoran's breath now.

His weak body can no longer withstand the destruction, and he can't force the poison, so he can only delay it, and when he controls it to a certain point, he will still be poisoned, but Mu Qianxun really can't find a way to solve it once and for all.

Leaning down in front of Mu Haoran's collapse, caressing his cheeks that had not yet recovered their warmth, tears in his heart, crying silently.

She hated, this feeling of powerlessness, every defense, the people around her were still hurt again and again, over and over again, but she was powerless to return to the sky.

Mu Youchen half-knelt beside her, his eyes full of exhaustion and pity, hugging her softly, only a sigh.

In today's form, they can't delay, blaming the miracle doctor is their only hope, but blaming the miracle doctor has always been elusive, and in a hurry, how to find his whereabouts.

Even if it is a notice posted by the Manchu tribe, it will take time, and besides, the strange doctor has always liked the land of mountains and forests, and when he appears, Mu Haoran is afraid that he will have already returned to the west.

So...... had to go to the border again, Ghost Yi had lived in the bamboo forest for many years, perhaps, they could find him for help.

Although they owe Ghost Yi no longer the ability to repay, if they delay, they can only watch Mu Haoran die.

The itinerary has been decided, and it will depart tomorrow, and there is still nothing left before the departure of the Tai Haoyue.

Although she was stabbed in the heart and fell from a height, it is difficult to guarantee that she will not set up a way to retreat in advance, and before seeing her corpse, Mu Qianxun is still difficult to feel at ease.

Even if it doesn't help, you can't leave her behind, only by seeing her corpse and leaving her bones gone, can you eliminate the hatred in your heart!

The impostor baby girl kidnapped by Lantai Haoyue, Tangtai Hao's traces were searched all over the city, and I didn't know where the baby girl came from, perhaps, it was abandoned.

The baby girl was extremely seriously injured, not much bigger than Mu Haoran for a few days, with broken ribs and a high fever that did not go away, and now, she was being taken care of by Ye Chen.

Mu Qianxun gave her an injection, and never looked at her again, and threw herself on Mu Haoran, after all, whether she was dead or alive depended on her creation.

is also a poor child, who can save her life, so she is kept by her side, and she is involved in this bloody farce for no reason, how can she not be innocent.

Tantai Haoyue is really vicious, knowing that this baby girl is not Mu Haoran, but before she died, she still tried to catch her on her back.

The night was thick, the night after the rain, the long-lost coolness was thick, the candles in the house were dim, and only the remaining breath remained.

"Xun'er, you go and rest, I'll keep watch. ”

Stroking her clothes, which had turned from wet to dry, with a slight dampness, looking at her empty and lonely eyes, Mu Youchen was inexplicably flustered.

If Mu Haoran really went today, she would have no hope, would she just go with the child, the child is always a knot in her heart that she can't untie.

With his head in her neck socket, he hugged her tightly, saying that he would let her rest, but he was reluctant to let go for a while, and he was afraid for a while.

After Mu Haoran is out of danger, he will definitely take her away from all this right and wrong, hide far away, far away......

Mu Qianxun raised his head stiffly, turned around slowly, his head rested on his chest, his voice was hoarse and soft, and he couldn't lift up a trace of strength:

"I want to guard Haoran, I'm so afraid, I'm so scared of ......"

The tears have dried up, her heart is full of desolation, she is so tired, so tired, as if she can't struggle anymore, God, if you insist on Haoran's life, then take her and take it away.

She is grateful, grateful that God gave her a chance to be reborn, grateful for meeting Mu Youchen, and meeting so many people who are willing to follow her and trust her.

However, she can no longer withstand the endless tempering, if the successive deaths of the people around her are the price of giving her warmth, then, she is willing to die, but it will be a hundred.

Mu Youchen lifted her chin, looked at each other, stared at the tears on her face, those deep eyes, radiant and weak, suddenly hit his heartstrings.

The lips are close, impulsively impacting reason, kissing fiercely, only by being close to her can we settle the mixed emotions in my heart.

Mu Qianxun didn't struggle, smelling the faint plum fragrance on his body, and a bitter smile crossed the corner of his mouth.

The tongue skimmed over her ravaging lower lip inch by inch, touching the wound, crispy and numb pain, and the smell of blood stained the tip of the tongue.

The big hand behind the back, a little harder, close to the distance between the two, frowned, this girl, just cut her nails, she found a new way of self-abuse.

I can't tell, whether I am angry, strange, or pity, punishing, my teeth are gently closed, and I play with her dotted wounds.

Suddenly, a drop of hot tears fell between his lips, I don't know whose it was, the burning wound was painful, Mu Qianxun was sudden, indulgent, and took the initiative to attack.

Biting Mu Youchen's lips, fierce kisses, the smell of blood spread, and he had no pity for his wounds.

The sweet smell of blood melts in the heart, with a bit of bitterness, and in the fog, it seems that only the pain that seems to be absent can relieve the pain in the heart.

In a trance, his teeth clenched his lips, tossing and turning, his mouth became a battlefield, lingering, arguing about victory or defeat.

Fingers reached into her shirt, rough stroke, when touching, it was cold, and her head was buried in her neck, but there was no follow-up.

This kiss has nothing to do with lust, just venting, soothing, they both understand, so they poured into this bitter kiss......

After the kiss, Mu Youchen stared at the misty in Mu Qianxun's eyes in a daze, not like the usual delicate, just like the poignant of Fang Cai, this kiss seemed to arouse all the depressed emotions.

He hugged her, his eyes set aside at will, silently weeping, her tears were dry, his tears began, drop by drop, and then drop, fell on top of her head, with a slight warmth.

Crying until he forgot his feelings, crying until he choked, he didn't know why he was crying, but suddenly, he couldn't hold back.

She wrapped her arms around his waist, tightening a little tighter, and she forgot that if she couldn't bear it, he wouldn't be able to bear it......

She hadn't slept for a few nights, and her clear thoughts seemed to be still trapped in that kiss, and in the haze, she was greedy for the warmth in his arms, and fell asleep.

Mu Youchen didn't close her eyes all night, her body stiffened, and she didn't dare to move, just hoping that she could sleep a little longer, her back was on the edge of the couch, and she was sore raw.

Bright eyes, staring at the small face that collapsed, red eyes, even breathing inadvertently, he was willing to break his life, in exchange for his well......

In the blink of an eye, the sky was already bright, and the noisy movement outside the house disturbed the people in the house.