General is a Villain

Tonight is the full moon, the brightest night, but there are clouds in the sky, blocking the moonlight from time to time.

But when the clouds dispersed, the moonlight shed its light, and the world recovered its innocence. The moonlight enveloped the whole world, including her, like a snow-white veil.

The mood between her eyebrows and eyes was more tender and affectionate because it was blocked by the moonlight. She slowly came to him. The dark night clothes and the corners of the clothes crossed the ripples like water. She stopped in front of him, looked up at him and asked, "Mu Yi'an, are you okay?"

Mu Yi'an's Chinese clothes were snow-white, but his face was a little whiter than Chinese clothes. He looked a little haggard. He looked at her with his eyes down and didn't speak.

Her shadow was reflected in the dark eyes. Yi Xiaoqiao was staring a little uncomfortable and hard to move his eyes: "what are you looking at me like this?"

"What are you doing here?" He asked in a low voice, as gentle as ever.

Yi Xiaoqiao fiddled with his clothes: "I'm just a little worried about you. Are you really okay?"

"Shouldn't you be the one who should be worried?" Mu Yi'an asked, and his voice was also involuntarily serious: "well, Mrs. Qiao doesn't do it. She runs around in her night clothes as a thief in the middle of the night. Do you think you have a long life or don't think you die fast enough?"

"I......" Yi Xiaoqiao was scolded bitterly, a little depressed, but thinking about the person who saved herself, she felt that Mu Yian's blame was very unreasonable, like changing the topic.

She stayed in the palace all day and didn't deliberately avoid anything when she went out. She didn't believe that Mu Yi'an didn't know he was out of the door. He knew, but he seemed to know the same cynicism. It was clear that he wanted to drive her away on purpose.

If you want her to go, she won't go.

"Let me see how you are..."

Yi Xiaoqiao had just stepped forward. Mu Yian had stepped back and frowned at her: "don't come over."

Mu Yi'an's face was as pale as paper and was about to faint. Yi Xiaoqiao didn't dare to get too close to him for fear that he might spit blood or something else. Yi Xiaoqiao was more and more worried: "well, I won't go there, so I asked, did you save me?"

"I haven't been out." Mu Yian answered calmly.

Yi Xiaoqiao pursed his lips and said reluctantly, "but I smell you."

The two held together and smelled each other. Yi Xiaoqiao naturally smelled the smell of him. It was so light, so light, enough to shock people's spirit.

"Yi Xiaoqiao, look at me now." Mu Yi'an opened his arms to show her: "do you think I can go out?"

Seriously, No.

In the past, Mu Yi'an was very rough. Now Mu Yi'an is still wide in shoulders and narrow in waist. He is incomparably man, but he is much weaker than before. Especially his face, which used to be very masculine wheat color, but now it is very pale.

Mu Yian certainly doesn't want to go out in such an image.

Just... Very unwilling.

"Can I go in and have a look?" Yi Xiaoqiao asked.

Mu Yi'an's eyes fell on her face and then moved away: "Yi Xiaoqiao, what do you suspect, do you suspect I'm lying to you?"

"No, I'm just worried about you..."

"If you are worried about me, you should leave early. You should understand what you mean to me."

What does she mean to him?

What does it mean? Every time Mu Yi'an sees her, he can't help vomiting blood. If before, Yi Xiaoqiao pretended to be stupid, didn't know, or even belittled himself, and thought he was acting, but now he can't control himself under the condition of necessity. What does this mean? Yi Xiaoqiao knows about it.

Yi Xiaoqiao's face suddenly turned red. She pursed her lips: "I..."

"Go back, it's really not me."

Yi Xiaoqiao clenched his fist tightly: "Mu Yian, I don't doubt you. I'm just worried. If there's something wrong with you, don't hide it from me. You must tell me."

Mu Yi'an nodded his head slowly and made a gesture of invitation: "go back and have a rest earlier."

Yi Xiaoqiao couldn't find the evidence, so she had to turn around and leave. She was just worried. As soon as she went out, she whispered, "go find Lin Yi and let Lin Yi come and show Mu Yi'an."

"Yes." Yu Heng replied respectfully.

Yi Xiaoqiao looked back. Mu Yi'an only took a deep look at her, and then turned back to the room. His body was straight, as if it were an indomitable bamboo. Was it really not him? If it was him, there could be no response at all. As long as he practiced Kung Fu, there would be a response

Yi Xiaoqiao thought for a while, but couldn't figure it out. He shook his head and turned away.

In the room, Mu Yi'an leaned against the door and listened to her footsteps go away. He finally breathed a sigh of relief, but before he finished, his throat was sweet and spit out a mouthful of blood. He covered his chest, gasped and pressed down the pain in his heart.

Pull off the outer middle coat, but inside it is not his strong body, but a black night clothes.

He sat at the table with his chest covered, picked up the teapot on the table and poured it into his mouth. The cold water mixed with the fishy and sweet red in his mouth overflowed from the corners of his lips. He swallowed hard, unwilling to let himself spit blood and be weak as before.

The cold tea gradually calmed him down.

Feeling that the pain in his chest was not serious, he just put down the teapot, and there was only one bottom left in the teapot.

Hurried footsteps came from the door.

Lin Yi pushed the door and entered. As soon as he entered, he frowned. There was a smell of blood in the room. On the floor of the room, he lost this coat in Chinese clothes, which was stained with red plum. It looked shocking.

He walked quickly. The closer he got to Mu Yian, the more bloody it became. Finally, he stopped in front of Mu Yian.

"What did you do?"

Lin Yi was naturally angry. He tried every means to save him. He did well and tried every means to die.

"Don't worry, I'm fine. Isn't that good?" Mu Yian smiled indifferently.

okay? Is that good?

Lin Yi touched his chest, and the cold blood dyed his palm red. He put his palm in front of Mu Yi'an: "you say, this is good?"

Muian was silent.

"Mu Yi'an, if you really want to die, just hang yourself with a trouser belt, so that I won't try my best to save you." Lin Yi hates people like Mu Yi'an most. Either you die or you die. It's just crisp and crisp. But he wants to die or live. He wants to save him, but he really doesn't know how to stop him from dying.

Mu Yi'an smiled: "don't worry, I'm not so easy to die. Even if I want to die, the Lord of hell doesn't dare to accept it."