"Quick time travel" long way to chase his wife

Chapter 222 The Emperor and the Dark Guard

I have a fever!

Mo Chi's pupils shrank slightly, and he picked him up and let him lean into his arms.

Yun Chu had been burnt unconscious, and his scorching hot breath sprayed Mochi's neck with moisture. Mochi was in a hurry. Regardless of the wound on his shoulder, Mochi hugged him onto the dry haystack and patted him gently. Looking at his face, he called Yun Chu's name loudly.

His body was as heavy as being filled with lead, and it was as if he had been thrown into a stove and rolled around before being put into a cold pool. The feeling of ice and fire made Yun Chu clenched his teeth tightly like a bird. Whimpering like a wounded beast.

The slender and thick eyelashes trembled uneasily, with moisture on them.

Yun Chu could hear someone calling him, the voice was eager, far and near, making him feel familiar and sad for no reason, he wanted to open his eyes to see who it was, but was deeply fascinated by the nightmare.

Mo Chi looked at his flushed face and bloodless lips, his heart was like an ant on a hot pan.

"Cold...so cold..."

Mo Chi tore off the only piece of clean cloth on his body, walked to the entrance of the cave, soaked it in the rain, and then gently wiped Yun Chu's body. In their current situation, they had nothing but hoped that physical cooling would help. Effect.

Yun Chumeng screamed coldly in a trembling voice, and curled up into a small ball, hugging his body tightly with both hands, Mo Chi listened to his words, and lit the last bit of firewood in the cave.

The small fire didn't help much. Mo Chi sat beside the fire with Yun Chu in his arms, warming him with his own body temperature.

It was as if he was holding a stove in his arms, but the other party kept shouting for coldness. Mo Chi felt the temperature on Yun Chu's body that hadn't subsided for a long time, and his brows were full of worry and distress.

"Yunchu... don't sleep, I'll take you to the doctor..."

Someone was talking to him all the time, the voice was low and gentle, in a void where he couldn't see his fingers, Yun Chu looked at the two people who suddenly appeared not far away, stopped in his tracks, with a dazed expression on his face.

The 15-year-old handsome boy did not have the indifference and gloomyness of a few years later. He stood in front of a ragged child in a black dragon-shaped dark-pattern robe, bent slightly to look at him, and his beautiful eyes were full of As gentle as the warmth of the spring sun.

He stretched out his hand to the child on the ground, holding a white and fat bun in his slender jade hand.

The child on the ground looked up at him blankly, his face was so dirty that he could no longer see his face, only those round eyes were frighteningly bright. He looked at the boy in front of him who seemed to have walked out of a painting, and felt that he May be dreaming.

The other party seemed to be amused by his silly appearance, instead of disliking his mess, he helped him up from the ground, took his chicken-like hand, and put the bun into his pocket. hands.

It was the first time Yunchu had seen food since he had been hungry for three whole days. Before that, he had snatched a piece of bone thrown out by the restaurant cook from the mouth of a wild dog, but failed.

The stomach is so hungry that the stomach and intestines have started to spasm, as if they are trying to digest themselves to relieve hunger.

The moment he saw the steamed stuffed bun, his mouth started to secrete liquid. Yun Chu couldn't care about anything else, and started to gobble it up, choking several times on the way without slowing down.

The young man standing in front of him watched his slow swallowing movements, frowned slightly with his pretty brows, and then waved to the guard behind him, who knowingly untied the water bottle at his waist and handed it over respectfully.

After Yun Chu finished eating the buns in his hand, he raised his hand and hammered his chest vigorously. When he saw the sudden extra water bottle in front of him, he was stunned.

It was still the hand that made people feel ashamed, Yun Chu blinked his eyes, looked up at the other party, the young man showed him a gentle smile, and his voice was also very gentle, he said: "Drink some water .”

Yun Chu didn't know what was wrong, but tears flowed out in a flash, and he cried very embarrassingly that day.

Yun Chu, who was standing not far away, watched everything in the past reappear in front of him coldly, without a trace of emotion on his face.

He knew that he was dreaming. As for why he dreamed of meeting Mo Chi for the first time, he didn't want to delve into it anymore. The young man who appeared in front of him like a god rescued him from hell, but later shattered his love with his own hands. all hope.

He is the good one, and he is also the bad one. In the dead of night, Yunchu lay on the hard bed, thinking about the big deal, and using his own life to repay the kindness that Mo Chi had shown him in the past. In this way, everything would be over. But in the end these thoughts were shattered by himself, he thought, he was still reluctant after all.

The scene in front of him changed, and Yun Chu saw himself fighting bloody in the dark guard camp. The long sword in his hand ruthlessly slashed across the necks of those people time and time again. The warm blood soaked his clothes. When the corpse walked out of the dungeon, he was like a ghost from hell, full of hostility and killing intent.

In the silent night, his figure wandered around every corner of the capital like a ghost, taking orders from the man on the dragon chair, and harvested one life after another.

He became the sharpest blade in Mo Chi's hands and fulfilled everything he had promised to the boy.He thought everything too well, but he didn't expect that since ancient times, the emperor's heart was unpredictable, so in the end, he became bruised and bruised.

Thinking of this, Yunchu felt as if someone had stabbed his heart severely, and the person holding the knife didn't pull out the knife immediately, but just like this, it spun back and forth in his wound, as if it was going to be alive. It's like pulling out a piece of his flesh and blood.

Yun Chu was sad and wronged, he looked at the man who was looking at him expressionlessly in front of him with scarlet eyes, and opened his mouth to ask him: "Why..."

The other party didn't answer him, and the screen changed again. In the cold and lifeless bedroom, Mo Chi, who hadn't taken off his court clothes, stood in front of him. The hands that once pulled him out of hell were mercilessly pinching his. His chin forced him to raise his head, his eyes were icy cold: "Your life was saved by me! From now on, you can only die for me!"

The frame in front of my eyes gradually fragmented like a mirage, and finally disappeared without a trace.

A white mist began to fill the surroundings, and Yun Chu lost his way in it.

In a trance, he heard someone calling himself, one after another, very familiar.

"Mo Chi..." The person on the back made an inaudible voice, Mo Chi paused, and his steps became faster.

He kept comforting Yun Chu on his back: "Yun Chu, don't worry, we'll be going out soon, you'll be fine..."

His head seemed to be filled with paste. When Yunchu moved lightly, there was a "clang" and "clang" sound, and there was a continuous stream of cold rain on his face, which reduced the scalding temperature on his face and made him feel a little comfortable. .

He opened his eyes that were red from burning, and he could barely see that they were walking out of the forest.

The person behind his back was still talking to him, regardless of whether he answered or not.

Hearing his rapid breathing and unsteady voice, Yun Chu didn't know how long the other party had carried him behind his back, so he moved his body: "The emperor... put down the subordinate... the subordinate... can walk..."

"Don't move," Mo Chi stopped, tightened his grip on his leg, and then pushed up slightly to prevent him from slipping down.After doing all this, Mo Chi took a breath and said, "You're still running a fever, I'll carry you."

Yun Chu's hands wrapped around his neck, and the faint ambergris from the other person's body was in his nose. He turned his head and saw the clothes covering his body.

Mo Chi carried him all the way forward, the rain hadn't stopped, and both of them were already soaked, especially Mo Chi, who still had a wound on his shoulder, if he kept walking with an adult man on his back, the wound would have long since It had already been torn open, and the deep red blood stained the thin inner garment, as well as the clothes on Yunchu's chest.

Because he was worried that Yunchu's cold would worsen, Mo Chi did not stop along the way. The two of them finally walked out of the forest until it was almost dark. Looking at the smoke rising from the rain not far away, Mo Chi turned pale. The corners of her lips curled up slowly, and there was joy in her weak voice: "Yunchu, we are saved."

When he reached the entrance of the village, Mo Chi finally lost his strength and passed out. He was finally seen by a few men who had returned from migrant workers. They hurriedly brought them back to the village, and then helped find the barefoot doctor in the village.

Mo Chi was in a coma for a whole day and night, and the heat on Yunchu's body had receded and he still hadn't woken up yet.

They are currently living in a farmer's house in the village. There are only a husband and wife and an eight-year-old child in the other family. The host and hostess are very kind. Doctor.

Yunchu felt very embarrassed, and the first thing he did after waking up was to give the two of them the only jade pendant on his body, counting it as accommodation and medical expenses here.

The husband and wife had to shirk and could only accept it, but they also took care of them even more.

It was a rare sunny day after the rainstorm, Yunchu was still a little weak, so he didn't go anywhere, just stayed in the room.

The room he and Mo Chi had originally belonged to the little boy, but now it was occupied by the two of them.

On the small bed, Mo Chi lay face down on the bunk. The wound on the back of his shoulder was torn for a long time, and the barefoot doctor sewed it up several times.

The other party was an old man in his 70s and [-]s. He used to travel around when he was young and knew a lot of medicine. When he saw the wound on Mo Chi's body, he couldn't help but click his tongue. It's the first time he's seen the color change, if you're tossing about it for a while, you won't want the whole hand.

Yun Chu was on the sidelines when the wound was being treated, and he watched the old man squinting his eyes and taking the hostess's embroidery needle, dipped in wine, roasting it back and forth on the kerosene lamp, and then mercilessly pierced it into the flesh.

Even though Mo Chi was in a coma, he couldn't help but let out a muffled snort, one could imagine how painful it was.