Chapter One Hundred and Nine

Mu Nancheng smiled helplessly, looked down at Yue Beihuai, who was sitting on the ground with his eyes down to help him with medicine, and thought to himself: It may be a good thing to tear the wound open, so that his heart will be inexplicably calm.

She has a sentence that she has never said to North Huai, but she will not have a chance in the future.

Although she Mu Nancheng looks stronger than everyone else, it doesn't mean that she doesn't need him.

Since there is no point in it, it is better not to let him add to his troubles.

Nan Tang held Yue Beihuai's hand and said coldly: "I'll do the rest by myself." After saying that, he immediately let go of his hand.

Yue Beihuai was stunned for a moment, and as soon as he looked up, he saw the rare indifference on Mu Nancheng's face.

There was no brilliance in her eyes, and her face was extremely pale because of her injuries, what was the difference between her and a puppet without flesh and blood.

Yue Beihuai nodded, got up and looked down at Mu Nancheng, who was not moving, sighed, stroked the broken hair scattered in front of his forehead with some annoyance, and said helplessly: "Then I'll wait for you outside." ”

Mu Nanju nodded a little woodenly, and then watched Yue Beihuai walk towards the door in a daze, and there were still some water marks on the ground that he had walked on.

After a short time, Mu Nancheng changed into dry clothes, and then walked slowly to the door, and opened the curtain with some hesitation.

She glanced at it casually, and actually saw a torii standing on the corner of the street, the words written on it were vague and unclear, but it was an ancestral hall.

Nan Cheng unconsciously wanted to go in that direction, but the constant pain from the wound made her stop.

Yue Beihuai looked at the expression on her face, paused, and then swallowed back the words that came to her mouth. He looked back at Mu Nantang's line of sight, and the ancient archway stood quietly with its vicissitudes all over its body.

Yue Beihuai pointed there and asked, "Do you want to go there?" ”

Mu Nanju nodded, and said with some hesitation: "I thought you would definitely not agree to me running around with an injury." ”

The corners of Yue Beihuai's mouth curled slightly, but he didn't smile at all. He whispered, "When have I been able to stop what you want to do?" I just don't know how many places you can go with you, if you miss this time, I really don't have a chance. ”

Although Mu Nanju couldn't see the expression on Yue Beihuai's face clearly, she seemed to be able to imagine his expression of anger and pain as he tried his best to suppress his anger.

It was she who had uncovered the indifferent mask on Yue Beihuai's face step by step, but in a blink of an eye he learned to disguise again.

Why the hell.

That dream may be a hint of the end of himself and him.

On the way to the ancestral hall, he walked for a long time with Mu Nantang, which seemed to be a little deliberate. Mu Nancheng didn't break it, she wasn't afraid, afraid that the scene in the ancestral hall would be the same as in her dream.

There was a peach blossom tree, and under the tree, he was dressed in a blue brocade robe, and he was dressed in a white robe that he had just changed.

It was as if the voice from ancient times really sounded in my ears, or the same sentence: Futu reincarnation, do you know where to go? In this way, her heart, which was constantly approaching, hurt more and more.

She closed her eyes, and it wasn't long before she felt Yue Beihuai stop. Until she opened her eyes, she was still full of disbelief, the peach blossom tree that was growing very well, standing silently in the ancient courtyard, without wind and without moving, silently singing. The lines on the bark are very dry, and the pimples look a little unscrupulous.

She broke away from Yue Beihuai's arms, and it was not until today that she understood why there were tears in her eyes in her dreams that day.