Mo Yu sat down on the stool where Rouge had just sat down, picked up the red-hot knife in the tray and shook it in front of Mu Yan's eyes.

"That's what you use?" Mu Yan was puzzled.

Mo Yu nodded: "It's too late to regret it now." ”

Mu Yan bit her lip, since she chose to embark on the road of revenge, she was no longer qualified to regret it.

In the eyes of the world, she Mu Yan is dead. If you want to return to that place, return to Yin Chenglu's side, and return to the battlefield without gunpowder, the only way is to remove the bones and change the skin, and appear with a new face.

"The pain in this is very bearable, your body is already weak, just afraid of ......" Mo Yu had to tell Mu Yan about his concerns, so he used the soul flute to help her revive her soul, but he didn't want Mu Yan to pass out of the pain of bone removal and skin change, and the soul flute couldn't save her a second time.

"I believe in myself!" Mu Yan gently stroked the string of jade beads on her wrist, which was given to her by Emperor Lian.

Mo Yumo sighed, "Okay then! ”

Rouge brought in the boiling water, and was casually blasted out by Mo Yu. Although Rouge was dissatisfied, seeing Mo Yu's serious expression, he didn't dare to ask more, obediently bolted the door, and played in the mud under the old locust tree outside the house.

The bright red blade slashed every inch of Mu Yan's skin, and Mu Yan didn't snort, and hot tears gushed out. Mo Yu clenched his teeth, and the person holding the knife looked a hundred times more painful than Mu Yan.

After a long time, Rouge, who was leaning outside, heard one after another terrible screams coming from inside the house, Rouge shivered, she didn't know what was going on in the house, and wanted to rush in to take a look, but she was frightened back by the terrible scream.

Two hours later, the room was quiet, and Rouge crouched cautiously under the eaves, peeking in through the crack in the door. A pungent smell of blood washed away Rouge, and a pair of bloody hands lay across Rouge's eyes.

Rouge jumped up in fright, hurriedly opened the door and rushed in, Mo Yu lay on the ground on all fours, so tired that he only had one breath left, his arm was gnawed by Mu Yan and his flesh was blurred, Rouge was angry and anxious when he saw it, what did they do in the house to do this.

Rouge picked up Mo Yu and carefully bandaged his wounds, and before he knew it, Mo Yu was so tired that he fell asleep.

After placing Mo Yu, Rouge noticed another person on the kang.

Is it the familiar and strange woman? Rouge was not sure, because Mu Yan's whole body was wrapped in gauze without leaving a single gap.

Rouge stepped forward, but before he could get close to Mu Yan's body, he was forced back by a strong air current, which was the protective layer that Mo Yu had exhausted his last strength to put on Mu Yan.

Rouge only knew that Mo Yu was an unusual storyteller, but he didn't know anything about his strange abilities.

Mo Yu fell asleep for three days in a row before he recovered his lost vitality. Rouge stewed bone broth to replenish Mo Yu's body, and after he was full of wine and food, Mo Yu rubbed the still painful wound on his arm, and rummaged through the cabinets for a while.

"What are you looking for, sir?" Rouge leaned over, Mo Yu was always lost, and the things he was looking for were always missing.

"My ......," Mo Yu didn't know how to describe it to Rouge. It's the black cloth bag. "It was a treasure bag, and Mo Yu could pull out anything he wanted from it.

Rouge rubbed her hair and pulled out a black cloth bag from the kitchen, "Did Mr. say this?" ”

Mo Yu's face was black, and his treasure bag was actually used by rouge to hold rice......

Rouge found a cloth bag to hold rice again, and threw the treasure bag back to Mo Yu, Mo Yu smiled mysteriously, reached out and pulled it in, Rouge watched him take out a bunch of medicine bottles from a worn-out black cloth bag.

It's not like she's dazzled, right? Rouge rubbed his eyes vigorously, and watched in disbelief as Mo Yu opened one of the bottles and smeared a little on the wound on his arm, and the wound healed instantly, and the skin recovered even smoother than before the injury.

Rouge pulled Mo Yu and wanted to know how he got these strange things, but Mo Yu ignored her and said, "Your husband and I have more benefits!" ”

Rouge shook Mo Yu's arm, and didn't force him to tell himself, glanced at Mu Yan, who was still wrapped, and asked, "What about her?" What was she going to do? ”

"Hmm......" Mo Yu propped his chin and instructed, "You go and guard the door for Mr." ”

"No, no." Rouge crossing.

"Well, go, I'll tell you." Mo Yu coaxed Rouge out and locked the door from the inside.

With his ability, where does he need rouge to guard the door, he just wants to break her open.

Mo Yu picked up Mu Yan, carefully untied the gauze and bandages on her body, and a new face appeared in front of him little by little.

Mo Yu stared at Mu Yan for a long time as if he was admiring a work of art, a private corner of his heart seemed to be broken, memories were surging and flowing backwards, "Yu'er......" Mo Yu muttered.