Chapter 473: Life for Life

Ghost Yi spread his hands, his wide robe, set off a puff of cold air, droplets splashed, and glared at Mu Qianxun fiercely, angry to the extreme.

Mu Qianxun stood in place with his hands and feet tied, not daring to move, letting the ghost Yi accuse, his nose was sour, and his tears were about to burst.

Ghost Yi didn't know what his unprovoked anger was, touching the child's pulse, only feeling smoke from the seven orifices.

The first time she met, she only threw herself on Mu Youchen, ignoring the dying fetus in her womb, and afterwards, she was bent on revenge, knowing that the fetal qi was not yet stable, and she had to succeed.

I don't know if she doesn't care about her own life or death, or if she doesn't care about the child's life or death, she just feels that everything seems to be more important than this child.

Now, don't spend a few months, God favors the child, and the child lands safely, but he hasn't even survived a full moon wine, and he is so dying.

beg him, what can he do, over and over again, why let this innocent child be tortured, if you really don't like it, it is better to abandon it as soon as possible, and the child can re-enter the reincarnation and find a good family.

Looking at Mu Qianxun's crying and trembling appearance, Ghost Yi shook his big hand, his eyes slanted again, and he entered the backyard angrily.

When he returned, he held a huge gourd in his hand, lifted the stopper, and a cold fragrance wafted out.

The ointment in the gourd, light green and transparent, the pale and slender fingers of the ghost Yi were smeared from head to toe on Mu Haoran's body, and the delicate fingers under the armpits did not even fall.

Mu Haoran's dark complexion, wrapped in ointment, was shiny, and it was a little hot, and the ointment dried very quickly, leaving on Mu Haoran's body, like a glass cover.

Smelling the smell of the ointment, Mu Qianxun could only vaguely distinguish a few flavors of herbs, and she still couldn't understand the subtlety of the ointment.

Skipping Mu Qianxun, Ghost Yi glanced at the baby in Ye Chen's arms, shook his head, took his pulse, pulled the corners of his mouth, and smiled coldly:

"Oh! Whose child is this! Whoever is close to you and you will not be spared!

I really don't know if I will attract the wrath of heaven and take me away if I help you like this!

This child, I'm afraid that it hurts her mind, whether she can remedy it depends on her creation, so take it and wipe it for her. ”

Ling Ze obediently took the gourd in Guiyi's hand, his eyes flickered, and Guiyi's aura was different from Mu Youchen's aura, faint, but convincing.

Not caring about Ghost Yi's cynicism, Mu Qianxun bowed down, her slender jade fingers gently stroked Mu Haoran's cheeks, and the corners of her mouth raised a long-lost smile.

In the next moment, Mu Qianxun's broken heart and soft smile were ruthlessly shattered:

"This ointment can only keep the child safe for three days, and after three days, the gods will not be able to save it!"

The thin figure trembled, the stiff jade fingers were gathered into a fist, turned around, and stared at Ghost Yi in a daze, his face turned pale.

Avoiding Mu Qianxun's gaze, he sighed again, and in his ear, Mu Qianxun asked hoarsely:

"Really, there's no way to save him?"

Her loss, her unwillingness, fell on his heart, contracted fiercely, how could he bear her disappointment, her good-looking eyebrows frowned slightly, her lips opened slightly, and she pursed tightly.

The candle flame on the table flickered, dragging the long shadow of the lamp, and the bright red wax tears were like blood tears flowing from the tip of the heart.

Mu Youchen hugged Mu Qianxun's shoulder, and his heart was like a knife, staring at Ghost Yi's gaze, gradually dimming.

Ghost Yi didn't say anything for a long time, thinking, struggling, lowering his head, and still saw Mu Qianxun's trembling clothes, and fell into a daze for a while.

Slowly raised his eyes, his narrow eyes, the messy ink color could not be seen, and he looked dignified:

"Save, naturally there is a way to save, the way, tell you, save or not, you decide. ”

"Good!"

The deep and dark eyes, flooding with waves, Mu Qianxun's crisp, firm appearance, made Ghost Yi's heart sink suddenly.

"The poison has entered the heart, the blood has been depleted, and if you save it, you can only ...... Blood for blood, heart for heart, life for life!

Take a child of the same age, and exchange it for cruelty to save your life!"

Every word, the exit is very difficult, the throat is painful, as a doctor, he should not tell this method, life for life, it is too cruel.

As a killer, living alone in the bamboo forest, over the years, the killing has continued, but his hands have never been stained with the blood of childish women and children, this is not only the Tao in the heart of the doctor, but also the way that the person should adhere to.

Mu Qianxun is anxious to protect his son, no matter what choice he makes, it is not an exaggeration, but he is the source of the disaster, and he does not persuade and condone......

Looking at Mu Qianxun's increasingly cold and uncontrollable eyes, Ghost Yi sighed deeply, That's it, this murder will be added to him, what if she can change her smile, what if she can't recover.

Mu Qianxun's gaze followed the baby girl in Yechen's arms, indifferent and cold, a line of tears, falling suddenly, firm but unchanged.

Ye Chen subconsciously retreated, a pair of slender palms, tightened, and shook his head desperately at Mu Qianxun, with a pretty face, blue and red.

This baby girl, the situation is very miserable, abandoned, used, so far her life hangs by a thread, until Mu Qianxun handed over to her arms, she has been taking care of her day and night, is looking forward to the day when she can be well.

is also an orphan girl, that is, the more sympathetic to her plight, the more pity, how can she bear it, she has turned into a cold and cold shell.

Mu Qianxun stepped forward step by step, and Yechen retreated step by step, until, his back was against the door panel, and he looked at Mu Qianxun with fear, his eyes full of pleading.

Mu Qianxun's eyes were also red, and the scabbed wound on his lower lip, the blood flowed, and the slightest sweetness climbed to his heart.

"Xun'er, no, obedient. ”

Mu Youchen strode forward and wrapped her waist, tightly, tightly, and the dry and tight sound sounded in her ears.

His head rested on the back of her neck, kissing her hair, feeling her cry from numbness to struggle, from quiet to madness, turning her face sideways and biting his arm hard.

The blood has penetrated the clothes, and the blood of Yin Yin depicts the appearance of tooth marks, Mu Youchen is still stubbornly unwilling to let go, encircling her, hugging her, his chest against her back, not moving at all.

"Let's go, take the child to the backyard. ”

Mu Youchen reminded in a low voice, waking up in the morning like a dream, nodding indiscriminately, going far away, sticking to the wall, and escaping into the backyard, afraid for a while.

The scene, it seemed that suddenly, there was a different kind of ever-changing, Ling Ze took Mo Xian, but he also avoided it, and his heart was strangely heavy.

Gradually, Mu Qianxun gave up resistance, shrank in the crook of his arm, crying with tears, snuggling up to Mu Youchen weakly, and felt uncomfortable.

Her despair, how could he not know, she hurt, he hurt even more, the endless pain, almost overjoyed him, he wanted to save Mu Haoran more than anyone else......

A human life, a baby girl, put in the past, he may not have pity, for her, slaughter the world, what about it? He has always been only happy and angry for her, a strange baby girl......

But now, he can't, he can't watch her indulge, watch her sink into the quagmire, struggle, and feel guilty all her life.

Her temperament, he couldn't be clearer, thinking for a while, how long will she torture herself, the child is her heart knot, even if she saves Mu Haoran today, her heart knot still can't be solved, it will only be knotted.

"Mu Youchen, Mu Youchen, save my Haoran, save him......"

Reflexively, head nestled against his chest, sobbing, feeble pleading.

"Silly girl, it's our Haoran, there are three days left, I'll think about it.

Promise me not to hit the baby girl's idea, okay?"

Caressing her hair, her tone was as gentle as water, and her eyes were dim with pain.

answered, and then cried bitterly, she didn't want to mutilate the baby girl's life, she just wanted Mu Haoran to live.

The next day, at the beginning of the day, Mu Qianxun only took a nap, and when he woke up, Mu Youchen and his party were gone, leaving only a few words of advice.

If you find a baby who is also short in life, but with good intentions, then if you can't kill the innocent.

As soon as the war ended, for the baby who was tired of the war, it would not be less, three days was enough.

It is not a life to die, but a life to continue life, the person who will die, the hard work of the person can be continued in Mu Haoran's body, one person, living into two people, it is not a wonderful thing.

In this way, Mu Qianxun can also let go of the guilt in his heart and live with peace of mind, now, this is the only way.

It is rare that Mu Youchen can rest assured that Mu Qianxun will be taken care of by Ghost Yi, but the baby girl is still held by Ye Chen, whether it is Mu Youchen's intention or Ye Chen's intention, Mu Qianxun no longer knows.

Leaving Mu Youchen, Mu Qianxun felt even more panicked, living like a year, day and night, all guarding Mu Haoran every step of the way, for fear that before Mu Youchen returned, there would be another accident.

In the evening, the wind swept up the sleeves, and Mu Qianxun realized that it was Ghost Yi who came in with food, and smiled reluctantly, it was really not easy for his consciousness to be chaotic so far.

What was served to Mu Haoran was a bowl of rice soup, with a thick rice fragrance, mixed with the bitterness of herbs, and the spoon in the bowl was small and exquisite.

Mu Qianxun reached out to pick it up, but the ghost avoided it neatly, and glanced at her, being mean day by day:

"Get out of the way! Beware of spilling my medicated porridge. ”

Mu Qianxun obediently got up and stepped aside, at that moment, Ghost Yi shook his head, his eyes were blurred, when he first saw her, she was like this, neither humble nor arrogant, soft but stubborn.

The porridge in the spoon, ticking and ticking, fell on the futon, but the ghost was still in the aftertaste, and Mu Qianxun was embarrassed with a light cough.

Coming back to his senses, as if nothing had happened, he looked at the cold rice soup, a little bit of it didn't enter Mu Haoran's mouth, and his fair face added a bit of crimson and dazzling color.

Mu Qianxun just stood with her head down, smiling bitterly, such a ghostly style, full of fireworks, awkward and weird appearance, very cute, but she had no intention of appreciating it.

"What are you doing standing still, don't you have to eat?"

Jian frowned slightly, quite annoyed and angry, and the thin red on his face was even worse.

Mu Qianxun rubbed, moved to the table, looked at the stiff back of the ghost, wanted to say something to alleviate the atmosphere, opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

Stirring the thick white porridge, absent-minded, the smell of good fragrance wafted into the nose, moving mixed with sourness, spreading in the bottom of the heart.

A few herbs were added to the porridge to nourish the spirit, and she was afraid that she would not like the smell of medicine, so she mixed it with chicken soup, which was fragrant, but she was only moved, but still had no appetite.