"If you don't kill him, you're going to die?"

Ming Yun didn't know what tone he used to say this, he struggled to say every word, staring at Yun Mi's eyes.

No one is calm in the face of death.

But Mingyun miscalculated again.

Yun Mi, who was originally furious, let go of her eyebrows in an instant, she seemed to know something, and it seemed that she just wanted to say this to herself.

"People always die. Death is no big deal. ”

"But I don't want to?"

"There will always be a lot of things in the world that backfire, so don't be obsessed."

The coldness on the wooden board seeped from the soles of his feet to his body, and Mingyun slowly retracted his legs and stuffed them into the quilt. He hugged a ball of quilts and knees, and said slowly, "Even if it's for me, can't you stay?" ”

"Everybody is different."

"You're so ruthless."

Mingyun evaluation.

Yun Mi asked rhetorically, "Aren't you ready to face all this when you were young?" Why did you back down at this time. ”

Mingyun was silent.

Yun Mi's voice was flat and flat, and he seemed to sigh and said: "No matter what happens, I believe that God has its best arrangement." Whether it's life or death. ”

"You don't have to worry too much about the data. You can't rely on data to govern the country. ”

Yun Mi said these words, Mingyun only listened to the previous sentence and couldn't bear to listen to it anymore.

This time he didn't cry.

His eyes were dry and astringent, and now he blinked and hurt. Knowing that Yun Mi wouldn't care about his words, but Ming Yun was still weak, licked his lips and smiled bitterly: "Yes." The best arrangement. ”

If his present situation is the best arrangement, is it fair for God to treat him?

Mingyun was unwilling and asked, "What if Chu Buxiu will kill me in the future?" ”

Yun Mi's face suddenly became serious, she seemed to be very taboo about this question, and slowly frowned. Said seriously: "No." ”

Just when Yun Mi made up the scene that Mingyun said, what broke into her mind was still her usual thinking.

Strike first.

Therefore, there are some things that are no wonder of Mingyun.

Dragons give birth to dragons and phoenixes, and it is not easy for paranoia and neurosis that come out of nowhere to give birth to what others call the pride of the sky.

Yun Mi felt that it was really unfair to Mingyun to think like this, Yan Wugui's paranoia was not his choice, and her problems were also painful to her.

Nobody likes these labels.

They're working hard to change it, too.

Mingyun is still young, and he still has a long way to go. Yun Mi walked to Mingyun's collapse, she squatted, looked up at Mingyun, who had become more emaciated in the past few days, and said, "I admit that I am an irresponsible person and have not taught you anything. Maybe you don't love me much in your heart. ”

"It's hard for me to persuade you, but there are some words that I want to hear, and I want you to remember them even more."

"Full of kindness, you will eventually meet the color red."

"I want you to be my pride. But I don't know what to do. Yun Mi touched his face: "It's very selfish." That's who I am. ”

Yunmi is not only selfish.

She is also cruel.

Mingyun's dark eyes looked at her, and everyone said that the eyes of the two of them were the most similar. Mingyun saw herself in the reflection of her pupils, only herself.

What an affectionate look. Then open your mouth and teach him, with kindness.

He hasn't received much kindness, where does it come from?

Mingyun didn't want to speak, he slowly pulled the quilt to hide all his emotions: "I'm going to sleep." ”

Yun Mi knew that he was starting to lose his temper again, and he wouldn't sleep enough one day. But she didn't debunk it, saying, "Get up and eat something later." I'll ask the kitchen to make you lotus seed soup. ”

"I don't like to eat lotus seeds. Bitter. ”

Mingyun turned his back, and there was anger in his voice that could not be concealed. He is still young, and the city government can go as deep as possible.

"Then drink longan wolfberry porridge. Put two more pieces of rock candy in the kitchen. ”

Mingyun didn't say good, nor did he say bad. He slowly tightened his corners.

Behind him, Yun Mi looked at his messy little head. What I said just now was a bit like a broken jar.

She questioned Mingyun's love for her mother, but how could she not be empty-hearted?

When she was pregnant, she knew that Mingyun would be his regret, but she still embarked on this path.

She had nothing to give to Mingyun, which made her even more guilty.

Yun Mi sighed slightly behind him and turned to leave. Her steps were light, and when she closed the door, she could only distinguish her movements with her ears pricked up.

If you really go, you won't look back.

Never mind.

Always.

If she cared a little more about herself, she wouldn't be like this.

After countless temptations, Mingyun felt tired.

If you're dead, you're dead, there's nothing to look forward to.

Thinking like this, the tears that still didn't stay in the corners of his eyes were swirling in his sockets, and when the heat slid down his cheeks, he left a piercing coldness, and the tears seeped into the pillow.

Mingyun shrank.

It's time to make a charcoal fire.

It's cold.

Yun Mi was right to mention that he was fearless when he was alive and die in front of Mingyun, but he said what if he died in the hands of Chu Buxiu.

What the hell is this Chu Bu Xiu doing.

Yunmi didn't rush to go on his own, but sent someone to take a look.

The dark guard went to three waves in total, ensuring that he could keep an eye on Chu 24 hours a day.

In the morning, the secret guard reported that Chu Buxiu took up a pen to draw after eating a bowl of tea in the study, and when he came back at noon, Chu Buxiu was still painting, and at night as usual.

"What are you drawing?"

"I can't see it clearly."

The Dark Guard said the same, and it wasn't until the last wave of Dark Guards came back to report that they had an eyebrow.

Chu Buxiu is painting, thirteen pictures of hell.

The so-called Thirteen Maps of Hell is the thirteenth layer of Hell, the Blood Pool Hell.

Yun Mi specially found the classic Buddhist scriptures to rummage, and she was shocked when she saw the sample paintings on them.

Does this thing have any meaning?

Chu Buxiu's last stroke was also completed, and the ink was thick. He glanced up at the rooftop, smiling indistinctly.

With him, how could he not know how many people came to the mansion as guests.

He withdrew his gaze and wandered over the painting. He thought for a while, and put a pen on the side: "Those who are disrespectful to their parents, evil demons and outsiders, and disrespectful to gods and Buddhas should enter the blood pool." ”

After writing this sentence, Chu Buxiu did not call the little maid to clean up, but smoothed all the edges by himself and pressed it with a ballast stone. Laughing behind his back, he left.

Yun Mi felt that Chu Buxiu's operation was indeed difficult to guess, and finally made up his mind to go to the General's Mansion.

She went alone.

When Yun Mi came to the General's Mansion, the little guy outside didn't know what he was talking about, and suddenly saw someone preparing to enter the General's Mansion, and was about to stop him. Seeing the waist card hanging in the man's hand, he was about to kneel, Yun Mi raised his hand and said, "Don't alarm others, just come by myself." ”

The little guys were nervous.