Chapter Seventy-Five: Why Don't You Remember Me?
Mu Cong'an looked at the street scene in the distance, which was the most prosperous place in Mingtong City, with busy traffic and brilliant lights, which formed a sharp contrast with the bleak light under their feet at this time. Loneliness was written on his face, and the cool breeze of the night blew through it, and even his hair was dyed a little lonely.
It's a peerless landscape.
However, the only person present had absolutely no instinct for appreciation.
Yun Mo thinks that this Mu Cong'an Mo is actually a psychopath, the kind with schizophrenia?
"I will naturally repay the grace of saving my life, but now is not the time to get sick, Yun Jue still needs you to accompany me. Yun Mo learned from the scene of other people taking care of the patient he had seen before, and said as calmly and euphemistically as possible.
"Why don't you remember me?" Mu Cong'an looked at Yun Mo sadly as if he hadn't heard Yun Mo's words.
Well......?
Is this also a condition?
Yun Mo was really in no mood to accompany the patient, so she slowly moved to the edge of the eaves, ready to jump off while Mu Cong'an was not paying attention.
Mu Cong'an grabbed her sleeve and asked stubbornly again, "Why don't you remember me?"
Yun Mo always felt that there was a hint of grievance in his tone.
Mu Cong'an stood up suddenly, approaching step by step, and the two were only a foot apart.
"Why should I remember you?"
Hearing this, Mu Cong'an paused, he smiled bitterly, yes, how could she remember him who was so depressed at that time? After so many years, he was looking for it wishfully.
"You don't fit into this half-dead look. The more Yun Mo looked at it, the more awkward it became.
Mu Cong'an's eyes suddenly had stars, he looked at Yun Mo happily, she still remembered.
"This is the first time you've seen me. ”
The first time I saw him? Wasn't that the time she was taken to the General's Mansion by Meng Yi? When did she say this to him?
"Cloud Desert!" Mu Cong'an caught the girl who fell from the roof, and was so anxious that she called out.
Yun Mo didn't know what was wrong with her, as if something was about to break through the ground, a fleeting memory fragment flashed in her mind, only to see that it was a ruined temple, and there seemed to be a young man covered in blood.
"You're not fit to look half-dead. ”
Who is it? Yun Mo struggled to see the girl clearly, almost using all her strength.
At this time, the mask on her face didn't know what was happening, and it turned into nothingness with the wind, revealing its original appearance. Those red marks miraculously disappeared, Mu Cong'an looked at the girl in his arms, at a loss, he didn't know anything about Yun Mo's own secrets, all kinds of things that happened before made him extremely afraid, only staring at a shiny white cloud-like mark on Yun Mo's forehead, for fear that something would go wrong. And he didn't even pay much attention to Yun Mo's appearance.
If there are others here, they will definitely sigh at the woman who is like a god, when Yun Mo closed his eyes, the whole person fell into a quiet state, but he still couldn't hide the demonic aura, the large dark red on her clothes, and the beautiful face was even more confusing.
Looking at Yun Mo's cold sweat and painful struggle, Mu Cong'an probably understood that Yun Mo was breaking through some kind of seal, and judging from the opportunity that had just been induced, it was very likely that it was the memory of meeting him.
He had never hated himself so much as he did now, so why did he have to keep her in mind?
Although Mu Cong'an wanted to remind Yun Mo of that insignificant down-and-out young man, he was not willing to exchange Yun Mo's safety at all, so he tried his best to suppress Yun Mo's power to break the seal.
Yun Mo was finally about to see clearly, but everything in front of her was blurry again, and she tried her best to resist.
Mu Cong'an looked at the crazy power vortex around Yun Mo, afraid that she would run away and fall into an eternal coma, so he had to reluctantly withdraw his hand, just holding her nervously and responding to emergencies at any time.