I haven't seen the boy love me

Chapter 183

If he had known from the beginning, even at the last moment, he would never have let Yun Zhixian appear in Fu Baiyi's sight so blatantly. cast a net.

That's right, Fu Baiyi took Yun Zhixian into his hands without any effort at all.

Huizi looked at Yun Zhixian who had fallen into the hands of others in a trance, and suddenly smiled, "Fu Baiyi, make a deal, you can do whatever you want me to do, even if it takes my life, I just beg you , let him come back..."

Fu Baiyi was unmoved, and even his eyes were indifferent as always: "I don't need you to do anything, and I don't need your life, and I can't help you. But I can tell you that if there is an evil cause, there will be an evil effect. Reincarnation has its own way, the Dafa of reincarnation, you have to exchange the lives of 390 nine people for one life, the price you pay is simply not something you can bear, and the person you want to save cannot live in a healthy life because of it. You will only make him have no chance of reincarnation."

Hearing this, Huizi was stunned, looking at the corpses struggling under the clouds and struggling...

It is recorded in the Dafa of Resurrection that the 390 nine people who were killed could not be killed by themselves, let alone by others. Therefore, he attracted these corpses and reproduced them day and night, just to make them stronger and let them help him. Inhaling the essence of one person after another, every extra essence is when he is one step closer to success.

He thought that the reason why the records say that you can't do it yourself, let alone borrow others' hands, is because you are worried that you will not be able to enter the way of reincarnation in the future, but Fu Baiyi said this...

It's not something he can bear... Yun Luo will not even have the chance to reincarnate...

Huizi looked at the corpse under the sky net, suddenly burst into laughter and shed tears.

All the careful planning turned out to be nothing but a ridiculous killing.

After Mu Yueluo saw Huizi weeping, she finally couldn't help running over, her eyes turned red: "You said that you revived Dafa to strengthen your practice, but in the end it was to bring him back from the dead?"

Huizi was on the verge of being unable to bear the pain of losing his beloved after all. Hearing Mu Yueluo's words, he sneered, turned around, stretched out his hand and grabbed Mu Yueluo fiercely. "Do you know? I always thought, save you until the last one to kill, and when Yunluo wakes up, I can tell him that I avenged him. But it turns out that he can't wake up, I Now, I will kill you with my own hands."

Mu Yueluo's pupils widened, and she could feel the killing intent in Huizi's eyes, she couldn't believe it: "No, you won't love him, no! Huizi, you promised me that I wouldn't... ..."

Mu Yueluo's eyes widened. She never thought, never thought that he would cut off her neck so cruelly and decisively...

Her last realization was that it turned out to be true...

All the jealousy in the past was not worth the fact of the tragic death in front of him.

Huizi loves him...

Love her brother who is a boy and a girl...

I love that little young master Mu who used to be arrogant...

Many memories flooded Huizi's heart at the moment Mu Yueluo fell down...

Perhaps, it was also when he was about to die, those memories, like resurgence, all emerged...

Huizi has practiced in seclusion for 100 years, and went down the mountain to inspect the recent situation of Muyun City for nearly a century.

It was snowing that day, and the street was white and beautiful.

He smelled the smell of hot plain noodles, thinking that he hadn't eaten for a long time, so he sat down at the table and chairs placed by the vendor and ordered a bowl of plain noodle soup.

Vermicelli in clear soup was the simplest taste he could imagine.

But in front of him was a tall and slender woman in a yellow shirt with her back facing him. When eating noodles, she made a sucking sound from her mouth, which really affected the appearance.

But with the mentality that it has nothing to do with her, Huizi didn't respond.

Soon he realized that he was wrong, and the man yelled in a pleasant voice: "Old man, here is your spirit stone!"

The boss is an old man, he walked over with a smile, "Master Mu, can you write a name for my daughter, my daughter really likes your play!"

It turned out to be Mu Yunluo, the young master of the Mu Mansion.

Huizi was slightly surprised, but when the young girl got up and turned her head around, there was a mask on her face, only a pair of bright black eyes, and delicate and bright red lips, he opened and closed, hum Said: "No, no, my father said, this will indulge the girls in the city and not practice fairy arts well, I have to be a cold young master."

After finishing speaking, he held his chin high, flicked his yellow sleeves and walked away.

It's really... very cold.

Huizi lowered her head and smiled.

Just thought it was a fun thing to touch.

A few days later, I heard that the young master of the Mu Mansion seemed to be possessed by an evil spirit, and he was bedridden sick for several days, unable to wake up no matter what.

The Mu family also sought a lot of doctors, but to no avail, and finally they had no choice but to go to Lingyun Mountain to seek help from Huizi.

"sick?"

Huizi was a little confused, and then remembered that she had only seen that young master a few days ago, who was so lively, but with such a delicate figure, he might have a bad foundation.

Huizi finally went to Mu Mansion.

Mu Yunluo lives in a courtyard with relatively low walls. His room is very messy, the walls are covered with his graffiti masterpieces, and there are many wardrobes. Obviously, this young master loves beauty and changes clothes every day.

But it's understandable to think about it. When he was inspecting Muyun City a few days ago, he heard a lot of rumors about this young master Mu, so he knew that this young master Mu is a big shot who has swept the entire Muyun city by storm. I heard that he sings opera very well, Hui Zi really wants to hear it, how beautifully a boy can sing opera, so that everyone in the whole process admires him so much.

At that time, Young Master Mu was lying on the bed sickly, with some long hair hanging down and scattered beside the white pillow, that was the first time Hui Zi saw Mu Yunluo's face.

It was different from what he had imagined, probably due to his illness. His face was pale, his eyebrows were light and slightly furrowed, a row of long and slender eyelashes hanging down from his eyelids, the roots were soft, and his nose was straight. Yes, a little delicate, with slightly pursed lips, the color is soft and delicate like flower petals.

Huizi looked at him quietly for a while, then stretched out her hand to feel his pulse. His hand was very slender, a little warm and cool, but it was comfortable to hold, and it lay softly on his hand, as if there was nothing wrong with it. The strength, but seems to have rubbed against his palm.

He raised his eyes, only to find that Mu Yunluo's lips were murmuring, as if he was talking nonsense.

"What's the matter, Master Hui? How is my son?" Master Mu couldn't help but opened his mouth.

(End of this chapter)