The night of Yin Si is always accompanied by the sound of the wind like a ghost crying, and the ink demon is lying in the handsome tent of the march, and not far away is Mo Jinyu's couch.

In the past two years, she and him have slept in the same room almost every day, but the relationship between the two is still lukewarm and frozen in place. Not to mention sharing a bed, just covering the quilt and chatting this little freshness does not exist.

Of course, when Mo Jinyu was sick and needed a stove, Mo Xiaoyou would also generously dedicate herself as a biological heater, but she never crossed the line at all—the master-servant line in her heart.

"Ask Shi, have you slept?" Mo Jinyu's voice came from afar, as if separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, but in fact, it was only five arms away.

"Are you still blaming me?"

Mo Xiaoyou was silent, but Mo Jinyu didn't feel sleepy at all, he turned over, and his voice was more real:

"Ask the stone...... I don't know if I'm looking forward to you being awake or expecting you to sleep. It's just that I suddenly feel very depressed in my heart, over the years, I have lived for my mother, father, and eldest sister, and I really can't help myself.

But a year ago, before the bamboo forest, I really wanted to live in seclusion with you after the war. His heart is very sincere, and you do not doubt me. ”

Mo Xiaoyou's breathing was still steady, she closed her eyes, controlled the rhythm of her heartbeat, as if she was really asleep.

However, Mo Jinyu somehow said unusually many words today:

"Ask Shi, I really please you. I don't want a piece of the pie this day. Even if the eldest sister is in power, in fact, it makes no difference to me.

Aren't mothers and the current king flesh and blood? In the end, it is not reduced to this point.

I've been suffering from typhoid fever lately, and others don't know it, but I know it myself, and I'm about to reach my limit.

At the beginning, the doctor you asked reminded me not to think too much, but in the past year, I have exhausted all my calculations to get to this point.

I knew for myself that maybe I would be dead before the war was over.

Today I suddenly felt that if I didn't tell you all this, I would probably die and I wouldn't be able to see it. ”

Listening to what he said, Mo Xiaoyou was not silent to the end after all, she sighed, as if she had smashed a meteorite on the Lechuan River like stagnant water, and suddenly broke the lonely atmosphere created by Mo Jinyu in the house.

"Childe, you won't die early. The goal of Wenshi's life is to let you die. For this purpose, the Stone Society will not hesitate.

It's not early, so Childe should rest more. Forgive Shi bluntly, this bitter atmosphere is really not suitable for a son as noble as Yuehua.

Tomorrow's decisive battle in the royal capital, no matter what, the stone will protect you. Now, let's rest. ”

She blocked all the words that Mo Jinyu wanted to say in one go, she was not still angry with him, she just understood what was most important in Mo Jinyu's heart.

This man pretends to be power, the world, a scheme, and a distant place in his heart. For this, he can do whatever it takes. Now that he suddenly said that his death was approaching, it was actually just because the royal capital was in front of him, and Mo Ziyu was about to take power in his place.

And he wants her to fight for the world for him.

He may be tired of the change of power, he may be tired of fighting, but he will never get tired of it. Because that's what his life is all about, even if it's his life.

In fact, this time his mission is really quite pitiful, and if he wants to prevent him from dying early, he can only clear all obstacles.

Mo Xiaoyou secretly complained to himself, the initial heartache has passed, and now all that is left is exhaustion.

Three more drums. Shouts rang out. The enemy's sneak attack came in the silence of the room.