"Quick time travel" long way to chase his wife

Chapter 216 The Emperor and the Dark Guard

When he caught off guard and saw the familiar void, Mo Chi couldn't react for a while.

The system that I haven't seen for a long time bounced up and down in front of him: [Stupid? 】

Mo Chi blinked his eyes, looked down at his transparent body, and reacted belatedly, he looked up at the light ball in front of him, and his voice was full of disbelief: "Father Tong, am I dead?! "

System: [What nonsense are you talking about? Aren't you already dead? You had a car accident and you forgot? 】The system's voice is full of contempt.

Mo Chi: "..."

"No, I mean..."

[Oh, in this life, I'm dead. ] The system seemed to know what he was asking, with a casual tone.

"How did you die?" Why didn't he have the slightest impression?

System: [How else can I die, sleep to death. 】

As soon as it finished speaking, the huge silver-white screen appeared in front of Mo Chi again. On the screen, Yun Chu, who was full of white hair and wrinkled, was lying beside the bed of the two of them, holding his hand tightly. Hands do not let go, tears all over the face.

On the bed, his face was pale, his eyes were closed, and he was motionless.

Seeing Yun Chu's tears, Mo Chi felt his heart ache. He subconsciously imagined hugging him in his arms and comforting him in a low voice. Finally, he realized that he was dead.

Closing his eyes in pain, Mo Chi couldn't bear to look at the screen again, and could only listen to the system's dictation that Yun Chu rejected Shuai Shuai and the other brothers and sisters' request to live with him after he left. Living alone in the house of the two of them, what they do most every day is to sit by the window holding his photo and watch the sunset outside the window, recalling the past bits and pieces of the two of them.

Half a year later, the aged Yunchu's various organs began to fail rapidly, and he was finally sent to the hospital. Three months later, on the night when the first snow fell, he closed his eyes forever. When he died, he was pregnant. Here, holding a photo of Mo Chi.

There were emotional fluctuations in the system's machine-like cold voice. He looked at the man who gritted his teeth and stared scarlet and refused to let tears fall, and sighed after a long time: [I recently developed a potion that can One forgets the feeling of sadness and pain, would you like to try it? 】

Mo Chi shook his head, raised his hand to rub his face, and then looked at it: [No, let's go. 】

The system looked at him, and asked again uncertainly, and after receiving a negative answer from the other party again, it stopped talking.Mo Chi sat cross-legged on top of the bright galaxy and closed his eyes.

The feeling of dizziness that he had imagined hadn't struck for a long time, he opened his eyes with some doubts, and then looked at the system in bewilderment.

System: [We have passed the fifth life, and there are still five lives left. 】

Knowing that the system hadn't finished speaking, Mo Chi just nodded and didn't speak.

"In the next few lifetimes, the road may be difficult, son... You'd better be prepared." The system's words were vague, and Mo Chi hadn't had time to ask his doubts, but the other party had already opened his mouth. the transmission port.

The familiar dizziness engulfed him densely like a tidal wave. After a short period of terrible feeling, Mo Chi didn't even have time to recognize where he was now, when he felt the icy cold rainwater splashing on his face , and then scrambling to pour it into his mouth and nose, Mo Chi felt that he could hardly breathe.

He was so forced by the rain that he couldn't open his eyes, he could only hear the sound of dense rain and the sound of swords clashing, and people around him were shouting "Protect the Emperor!" "Guard! Guarantee!"

Mo Chi couldn't tell the direction, and in the panic, he felt someone pulling him forward, and the arrow that broke through the wind brushed the broken hair beside his ear with a "swoosh", and Mo Chi felt his own strength. There was a sting on the cheek.

"Father Tong! What's going on?!"

Mo Chi frantically called the system in his mind, but there was no response from the other party. He gritted his molars tightly, raised his arms to wipe the rain off his face, and looked at the surrounding environment the moment he opened his eyes.

Mo Chi couldn't see anything except black, and he couldn't see his fingers. He could only passively run forward with the person pulling him. Beside him was the fast breathing of the other party, and behind him was the approaching enemy army. A vague guess gradually took shape in his brain.

The rain didn't show any signs of slowing down. Mo Chi could only judge intuitively that they were running towards the top of the mountain. The biting cold wind whizzed past his ears, like a knife with a hook, wishing to wipe the bruises on his face. The meat is scraped off.

Mo Chi panted heavily, feeling the smell of fresh blood between his inhalation and exhalation.

"Wait...wait..." After staggering and falling to the ground, Mo Chi couldn't run anymore, he tightly grasped the hand of the person holding him, and said the words in a hoarse and unpleasant voice: "I...I can't run anymore..."

In fact, it's not that he can't run, but that his current body can't.

The other party didn't seem to expect him to say that, Mo Chi felt the hand he was holding pause for a moment, and then heard an unpleasant voice like the sound of shattered glass scraping against tiles in his ear It sounded: "Your Majesty, if you persist, someone will come to rescue us soon."

The voice was unfamiliar and unpleasant, but Mo Chi's heart suddenly tightened, as if his heart had been tightly grasped for a moment, and the pain made him almost out of breath.

After the other party finished saying this, he didn't give him a chance to speak, but hit his hand on his shoulder, and then forcefully carried him on his back.

After living for so many years, it was the first time that Mo Chi felt that he was so weak, so weak that he had to be carried by others.

The body of the person carrying him must be very thin, because the protruding bones made him uncomfortable, and there was a strong smell of blood in his nose. He couldn't feel any pain on his body. The blood could only be from the other person.

He opened his mouth to speak, but his voice was swallowed by the noisy rain around him. The other party continued to run towards the top of the mountain stumbling with his back on his back, and the pursuers behind him were getting closer and closer.

After finally reaching the top of the mountain, before Mo Chi could breathe a sigh of relief, a bolt of lightning suddenly exploded above his head. The pitch-black night seemed to be torn apart by a pair of sharp claws. In an instant, the whole earth was as bright as day, Mo Chi Lying on the man's back, squinting his eyes, he saw the road ahead - the cliff.

"Stop!" Mo Chi roared loudly with his strong desire to survive, and the person carrying him stopped immediately when he heard this. At that time, the distance between the two of them was less than three meters from the abyss.