He guessed that the disease was a congenital disease, born for some unknown reason, and he called it the Killing Body. Moreover, this physique is extremely rare, he has read a large number of classics, and there is no record of this disease, and it is very likely that there has only been a case of Mo Dong'er in history.

With such an illness, there is no cure at all, and you can only watch Mo Dong'er perish step by step, and Mo Wen's pain can be imagined.

But what he didn't expect was that the girl named Mo Qingge had the same disease as Mo Dong'er - the innate killing body!

At that moment, he even had a strange feeling, Mo Qingge was his sister Mo Dong'er, otherwise how could everything be exactly the same.

When he stood up just now, he accidentally found that Mo Qingge's hair was covered with a layer of dark red blood light, which was so faint that it was even difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.

But Yi Mo asked the familiarity of that thing, how could he not find it, that breath, that symptom, absolutely not wrong.

The body of killing is no different from ordinary people in ordinary times, and it is only when the outbreak is approaching that the clues will be revealed. Mo Qingge should have reached the time for the killing qi to explode, as long as a month, as short as a week, and the killing qi in her body will completely explode.

If you can't resist, then the only ending is the loss of incense!

"Where am I sick?"

Mo Qingge smiled, her voice was still indifferent, except for the moment when Mo Wen said that she was sick, she was always as calm as autumn water.

"I'm afraid your killing body will have a seizure soon, aren't you worried?"

Mo Wen glanced at Mo Qingge deeply, her personality is exactly the same as Mo Dong'er, no matter when, she is as indifferent as water, the ancient well is not wavering, and there will never be too much affection.

Perhaps in response to that sentence, the cathode is yang, and the material pole is the opposite. A person with a killing body symbolizes the ultimate in killing, rage, destruction, and blood, but his character is as good as water and as immobile as a mountain.

When the killing qi is not attacking, Mo Dong'er is indifferent, peaceful, and quiet at all times. The purity of the soul can be called spotless, which is rare in the world.

"How do you know?"

Mo Qingge's voice finally fluctuated a little, and for the first time, his gaze stayed on Mo Wen's face.

"Because I've seen people like you." Mo Wen said softly.

"Someone like me?" Mo Qingge lowered her eyes and raised her head after a little thought, "Is there really anyone like me in the world?" ”

"Yes, exactly the same as you, no matter how much look, personality, temperament, or physique, they are exactly the same as you."

Mo Wen smiled, his eyes always fixed on Mo Qingge's eyes.

He knew that the people of the Killing Body were not inherently cold, but because of the Killing Body, they were empty in their hearts, immaculate, and absolutely firm in their minds.

Otherwise, there are too many distracting thoughts in the heart, too many demonic thoughts, and the feelings are uncontrollable, once the killing body explodes, it will not be able to resist the terrible desire and murderous aura at all.

On the contrary, people who kill bodies are usually pure and persistent in their hearts. Once you agree with a friend, you will be very firm.

"You can't be talking about me, are you?"

Mo Qingge smiled indifferently, what Mo asked was really mysterious, how could she believe that someone was exactly the same as her? And everything is the same, I'm afraid cloning can't do it.

However, she is still very curious about Mo Wen's knowledge of her physique, no one outside should know about her, how could Mo Wen know?

"Tell me the story."

Mo Wen smiled, and naturally told the story of him and his sister to Mo Qingge, telling the story in a storytelling tone.

Mo Qingge put down the book and listened quietly, but she respected the story Mo Wen told her.

After a long time, Mo Wen finished telling the story, and the end of the story was that his brother still did not save his sister's life, which drew a tragic end to the story.

"Did the sister in the story die in the end?" Mo Qingge lowered her eyes and asked softly,

"I don't know, maybe alive, maybe dead."

Mo Wen smiled wordlessly, he didn't know the end of the story, from the moment Mo Wen entered the misty forest, the rest of the story was broken.

But the probability that Mo Dong'er can survive is too slim, and it is an eternal pain in his heart.

"I'll die in the end, just like Mo Dong'er."

Mo Qingge looked at Mo Wen deeply, saying that he would die, but he didn't have any feelings, and it seemed that he had long looked down on life and death.

"I'll try to keep you alive." Mo Wen took a deep breath and said with a firm look in his eyes: "Definitely." ”

"You're a great storyteller, thank you for your story; I also hope that I can have a brother who loves her like Mo Dong'er, but unfortunately you are not my brother. ”

Mo Qingge glanced at Mo Wen, got up quietly, picked up the book, and left the reading room.

Mo Wen looked at Mo Qingge's back, his heart was full of wordless love, Mo Qingge? Mo Dong'er? Why are there two people in the world who are so similar?

No matter what, he would definitely not let Mo Qingge die without his eyes, he didn't defeat the Killing Body in that life, and he would continue to fight in this life. No matter how difficult it was, he wouldn't give up.

Walking out of the library, Mo Wen had mixed feelings in his heart, and when he met Mo Qingge, he really didn't know if it was a coincidence or fate in the dark.

Mo Dong'er, the younger sister of that life, didn't know what her fate would be in the end.

Now it is just noon, Mo Wen habitually walks to the cafeteria to eat.

However, a cold light flashed and went straight to Mo Wen's throat,

At the same time, a figure swept through the grove on the side, and soon disappeared into the grove.

Mo Wen snorted lightly, and casually intercepted the cold light, which was a two-inch-long flying knife.

On top of the flying knife, there was a piece of paper that read: "Friend, a little story in the grove." ”

"What a cow, a ghost, a snake god."

Mo Wen sneered, and casually stuck the flying knife on the big tree on the side, but he didn't pay attention to what was said on the note, and walked to the cafeteria by himself.

Mo Wen has long been an old man, how can he casually listen to other people's words, what good can a guy who hides his head and tail.

If he was strong enough, he wouldn't mind going over and find out who was beating him. But now, he won't be under a dangerous wall.

In the depths of the grove, a young man stood under a big tree with a cold face, his eyes gloomy and cold.

Behind him, there were four other people, two middle-aged and two young.

They stood quietly in the middle of the forest with their hands down, like a subordinate.

"Young Master Su, why bother so much with a student, I'll just go and arrest him."

A young man took a step forward and offered to ask.

"That person is not simple, he should also be an ancient martial artist, and his cultivation is not below you."

Su Boyu glanced at the young man and said indifferently.