Finally, Jun Muhan walked to the side of the bed, and a few steps away, he seemed to use all his strength to get there.

The figure shook slightly, and he finally couldn't support it anymore and sat directly on the edge of the bed.

He sat on the cold ground, his cold hand passed through the enchantment and gently stroked Mo Yan's soft hair, and his voice trembled slightly, "Yan'er, how can I ...... Kill you with your own hands......"

Jun Muhan's words made Mo Yan like a lightning strike.

How did he know?

Mo Yan suddenly raised his eyes and crashed into a pair of black eyes that were intertwined with pain and helplessness.

Mo Yan was going crazy, she watched the blood on Jun Muhan's chest flow more and more, almost staining his clothes, he was still sitting here, looking at himself in a daze.

Mo Yan tried to break free of the soul chain, but the more he struggled, the tighter the lock became.

Damn it!

Mo Yan was anxious and angry.

She felt as if a fire was burning in her body, burning her already blood-colored eyes even redder.

Suddenly, there was a "click", like the sound of something falling on the ground.

Jun Muhan lowered his eyes and found that the little jade carving that he had originally placed in the storage space had fallen out by himself, and his originally stiff expression moved slightly.

At this moment, a bright light arose, and when Jun Muhan came back to his senses and saw the familiar face full of anger in front of him, he thought he was in a dream.

"Jun Muhan ......"

When Mo Yan found that he had recovered his body, his first reaction was to pounce directly on the man who was sitting on the ground, and ripped open the placket on his chest.

At the mouth of her heart, the deep wound that could be seen pierced her eyes.

"What's going on? How could you hurt ......"

Before she could finish speaking, her wrist was clasped by a cold wrist, and the next moment, the cold thin lips covered her and kissed her lips fiercely.

"Yan'er, I'd rather ...... Kill myself......"

The murmur that was close to collapse deeply wrangled Mo Yan's heart.

She recovered from the intense kiss and reached out to hold the man's face.

"Jun Muhan, from now on, you are not allowed to think about it, and you are not allowed to move again."

She choked up, and while trying to calm her chaotic mind, she called up the spiritual spring water from the space and began to heal Jun Muhan's injuries.

Fortunately, the medicinal effect of the spiritual spring water was miraculous, and in the nourishment of the spring water, within a moment, the wound on his chest began to slowly heal at a speed visible to the eye.

Jun Muhan seemed to listen to Mo Yan's words and sat quietly on the ground. He let Mo Yan move, and the ink eyes under the mask looked at her like this, as if he wanted to see the sea dry and rotten, and the sky and the earth were old.

The wounds on the body can be healed, but the wounds in the heart have been eroding and corroding, hurting into the depths of the soul.

Mo Yan was heartbroken by his eyes, she reached out and took off the mask on his face, looked at his pale and bloodless cheeks, and dropped a gentle kiss on his thin lip.

"There's nothing we can't pass." Mo Yan smiled, but there was a trace of water on his eyelashes, "Jun Muhan, believe me, and believe in yourself, okay?" ”

Jun Muhan's eyes finally moved slightly, he stretched out his hand, stroked the corners of his eyes with tears, and his voice was almost out of tune, "You know? ”

Mo Yan nodded, trying to look calm, "We've been cursed, and I don't know which bastard cursed us to let God do this to us, but it's okay...... As long as we pass this level, we won't be plagued by curses, and I can break my damn life......"

Jun Muhan didn't speak, he stared at Mo Yan for a long time, and finally spit out a low sentence: "Okay, I'll do this." ”

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