Mu Zimo's face was serious, but his heart was beating more violently than a drum.

Lovely......

He was praised by her for being cute?!

Oh my God, he's so excited to go out and run a few laps!

But Mu Zimo had to suppress his excitement and cooperated, "Oh, what about the mouse?" ”

Mu Yan shook his head: "I don't know ......"

I don't know what happened to the little fat group after she died in the previous life, it is so greedy and timid, it likes to stick to her at every turn, tired of her, if it doesn't have her, can it still be good?

Now, Chubby Bunch.

I've missed you......

"Ding......

With a soft sound in his mind, Mu Zimo's hand holding the milk cup suddenly paused, and he said "go to bed early" and walked out of Mu Yan's room quickly, and rushed into his room.

He spread out his palm and saw that the blood-red cinnabar mole seemed to be alive, burning and rolling.

The incessant scorching heat, which melts almost everything, is imprinted into his soul inch by inch, strong, furious!

Mu Zimo gritted his teeth and didn't let the painful moans and groans overflow from his throat, for fear of affecting the villain next door.

Endure!

What was this compared to the pain she had endured?

Endure!

You hold back for me!!

As the color of the cinnabar mole changed, an invisible flame seemed to linger around Mu Zimo's side, and blood flowed down the corners of Mu Zimo's mouth, instantly steaming into mist by the heat wave.

This is a manifestation of life being burned!

Mu Zimo is using his soul as nourishment, nourishing what is he bringing......

……

Time passed minute by minute, and when the curtain came down on this inhuman torture, everything around them returned to silence except for Mu Zimo, who was dying on the ground.

Mu Zimo tried his best to open his eyes, and looked at his palm tremblingly, the cinnabar mole was much brighter in color, and there was nothing abnormal other than that.

But even so, Mu Zimo still showed joy.

He gently lowered his eyes and rubbed the cinnabar in his palm, solemn as a treasure, pious as a believer, and just smiled and fell into a deep sleep......

……

Mu Zimo is sick.

Overnight, this man who was as tall and resolute as a mountain became a bedridden "sick Xi Shi", and even Mu Yan took his pulse, but he couldn't find the cause.

It was as if the energy in his body had been drained in an instant, and he had become an immovable shell.

Seeing Mu Yan's frowning and solemn expression, Mu Zimo felt a little strangely sweet in his heart, and he smiled and said, "Uncle is fine, it's just too tired, just rest for two days, you can go to the exam quickly." ”

Mu Yan boasted that his medical skills were good, but he didn't expect to plant a heel fight in such a "small place", and his mood was naturally very unpleasant.

But she couldn't find a reason, she could only accept this "explanation" temporarily, and she bowed her head to the "small place" and said, "Then I'll let Brother Shao stay and take care of you." ”

"No......" Mu * small place ** Mo was halfway through his words, and he could only change his gaze to Mu Yan's non-refusable gaze, "I won't send you, let's go." ”

"Hmm."

Mu Yan picked up his schoolbag and bowed to Shao Jinnan before turning around and leaving.

Shao Jinnan stared at Mu Yan's back, rubbed the goosebumps on his arm that didn't know when he got up, and said, "Why do I think Yan Yan is unhappy?" "The cold air almost didn't freeze him to death!

Mu Zimo raised his eyebrows: "That's inevitable, she's worried about me, I'm her uncle in the end, and I'm different from you outsiders." ”