Mu Qiannian's sudden change of attitude caught the weak water off guard. She unconsciously let go of Mu Qiannian's hand, and Mu Qiannian's bright and warm smile was like a warm breeze, blowing away the anger in the weak water in her eyes.

Mu Qiannian took the initiative to take the hand of the weak water, and with indescribable gentleness, he pulled her towards the small courtyard.

Weak Water followed his footsteps for some reason, although she didn't understand why Mu Qiannian's attitude suddenly changed so much, but she was still relieved in her heart.

At least, he was willing to stay.

Either way, as long as he is willing to stay, she will slowly explain it to him later.

Mu Qiannian pulled the weak water into the courtyard, and then walked into the hut where the weak water lived.

Then in an exclamation from the weak water, Mu Qiannian pulled out the long sword of the weak water. The sword flashed, and the sharp blade had already been put on Mu Qiannian's neck.

"What are you doing!" Weak Water screamed in shock, her heart trembling as her voice.

"I said that I will accompany you all my life, but no matter how much I love you, I don't want to be a stand-in. ”

"This is the end of my life, and I have fulfilled my promise to be with you for the rest of my life. ”

Mu Qiannian's voice was very gentle, as if he was saying affectionate love words, and there seemed to be a glimmer of light in his dim eyes.

"No! that's not what I want!"

Weak water didn't know what else to do except shouting, she didn't dare to rashly reach out and grab the sword, for fear that as soon as she made a move, Mu Qiannian would cut her throat with a sword.

This sword of hers was made by the best swordsmith in the Tianji Kingdom, and it was only a moment to cut gold and jade. She can't take risks, she can't risk Mu Qiannian's life.

Mu Qiannian was startled by the uncontrollable shouting of the weak water, and then he realized that he made a smile that didn't belong to him, "You don't want me to die too happily, do you?" I forgot, you love your brother, but you also hate him." ”

The long sword Mu Qiannian was holding in his right hand suddenly left his neck and slashed hard at his left arm.

The sharp, cold blade of the sword cut through the inky blue cloak, the purple-gold robe, the undershirt, and his own arm, and the bright red blood slowly dripped down the long sword. The color of blood blurred on the floor, and it was a thrilling blood red.

Mu Qiannian raised his eyebrows and chuckled, he was about to cut the second sword, and the long sword was about to fall when it was raised. In a flash of light, the long sword had been knocked out by the weak water.

Weak Water covered the wound on Mu Qiannian's arm with her hand, and blood continued to escape from her fingers, staining her fair and slender hand red. She frowned tightly, her eyes were full of distress, and anger burned in her distress.

Mu Qiannian endured the pain in his arm and smiled again, smiling very helplessly and lonely.

He untied the dark blue cloak draped over himself, and sneered, "It's a pity that I broke my brother's cloak, so I'll leave it to you for a thought." ”

After speaking, he couldn't help but stuff the dark blue cloak into the arms of the weak water, and at the same time pushed her away, covering his arms and walking out of the house.

Drops of red blood fell on the snow, smearing into a beautiful and frightening painting.

After looking for gauze and wound medicine in the house, Weak Water chased it out. A winding red line was sprinkled on the snow that stretched to the stone table in the courtyard.

Mu Qiannian was sitting on the stone bench, and his blood-stained right hand took away the pair of jade pendants that were pressed against the pile of portraits. One of them, he recognized, was the one his brother had been hanging around his waist.

Looking at the weak water on the drawing paper one by one, she has different expressions on the painting, and it is lifelike. Every weak water is full of smiles and affection, which Mu Qiannian has never seen.

Mu Qiannian's chest suddenly churned, his mouth was fishy, and a mouthful of blood sprayed on the pile of delicate paintings.

The weak water came to help him, but was stubbornly pushed away by Mu Qiannian, he walked with difficulty, staggering step by step towards the gate of the small courtyard.

Despair swelled in weak water's heart, she let out a miserable laugh, and then said sadly, "Mu Qiannian, you said that I love you because of that face that resembles Mu Xingyu." Now, I don't want those eyes, but I beg you not to leave. ”

Mu Qiannian turned her head in shock when she heard this, only to see weak water standing there with her eyes closed, two lines of blood flowing under her eyes, and on her hanging right hand, there was still blood on her two fingers like green onions.

"No!"

Mu Qiannian shouted like crazy and ran over, but he was injured, and he fell heavily on the snow before he ran a few steps.

He never knew that his heart would be so uncomfortable, more uncomfortable than letting him lose his eyes and let him die.

Mu Qiannian couldn't stand up, so he crawled in the direction where the weak water was standing little by little. He forgot that he was leaving, that he had been hurt and tortured in the past two days.

Or maybe he hasn't forgotten, it's just his love for weak water that makes him have to give up everything now and want to return to her, and climb back.

He wouldn't allow anyone to hurt her, not even herself.

In the end, it was the weak water that walked towards Mu Qiannian who crawled out of a trail of blood on the snow, and although she couldn't see it, she still walked to his side accurately.

Weak Water squatted down and helped Mu Qiannian up, with a hint of pleading in his words, "Don't leave me, it's okay, no matter what your face looks like now, whether it looks like Mu Xingyu or not, I can't see it." In my heart, you are just Mu Qiannian. ”

Mu Qiannian's eyes were misty, turning into large droplets of water dripping down his eyes, crossing his haggard but still handsome face.

"Why do you want to hurt your eyes, you can cut my face with a sword, or even tear off my entire face. ”

"Why do you want to hurt yourself, isn't it enough for you to hurt me? ”

"Why, why ......"

Mu Qiannian finally choked up all his words, and then cried loudly. It seems that all the grief, all the sorrow, all the resentment will be turned into tears and vented together.

Weak Water sat on the snow, didn't say anything, hugged Mu Qiannian tightly, and let him vent all the negative emotions in his heart that didn't belong to him.

It wasn't until nightfall, when the deep twilight completely enveloped the entire courtyard, that Mu Qiannian stopped crying.

Weak Water gently wiped away the tears on Mu Qiannian's face with his hand, and his heart was rarely calm.

Since Prajna came back that night, so many things have happened in just two or three days. These days, the mood of the weak water is almost on the verge of collapse, and now, the storm has finally passed.

She finally used her eyes to see the light of day, and also left the Mu Qiannian that she didn't want to lose in her life.

Wiping away the tears on Mu Qiannian's face, Weak Water took out gauze and wound medicine from his arms, and groped to apply medicine to the wound on Mu Qiannian's arm.

Mu Qiannian obediently stretched out her arm, and while giving him medicine in the weak water, she gently stroked her eyes, which were originally beautiful and captivating.

"Does it hurt? Why hurt your eyes. Mu Qiannian's voice was indescribably distressed and pitying.

"I said it doesn't hurt, do you believe it, but it's far less painful than the heartache that let you leave me. The weak water said in a light tone, and the corners of his mouth even hooked up a smile. As he spoke, he had already bandaged Mu Qiannian's arm.

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