"Quick time travel" long way to chase his wife

Chapter 381 Big Brother and Little Junior Brother

Yun Chu's clear eyes met his gaze, even though his heart ached so much that he wanted to roll on the ground, there was nothing in those dark eyes.

Liu Qinghong looked down at the fingertips that didn't have a trace of abnormality. After a long time, she withdrew her hand and waved her sleeves, and leaned back in the chair again.

"Xiao Chu, something fell on the ground." Liu Qinghong's cold voice sounded.

Yun Chu looked down at the book on the ground, curled up his fingers hanging by his side for a moment, and then let go as if nothing had happened. Pale.

"This book was found by the deity after a lot of hard work. Xiao Chu, you should know what to do, so don't let the deity down."

The cold voice was like a letter sticking out a poisonous tongue, wrapping stickily around Yunchu's body.

"Liu Qinghong."

Liu Qinghong looked at his frosty face, a warm smile rose from the corner of her lips, and her voice could not hear the emotion: "No big or small, this deity is your master."

Yun Chu saw that he didn't speak, and the two of them just looked at each other across a desk for a while, neither letting the other go, and in the end it was Liu Qinghong who spoke first to break the extremely depressing atmosphere in the room.

"Go back, your brother is still waiting for you."

Yun Chu looked at him with sharp eyes, and the murderous intent in his heart could hardly be suppressed and leaked out of his eyes.

Liu Qinghong was threatening him!Use his brother's safety.

"Yunchu, the first day I brought you back, I already knew that you are a smart person."

When Yunchu turned to leave, Liu Qinghong's voice without any emotion sounded from behind him in an unhurried manner. The steps on the young man's feet paused for a moment, and then continued to walk forward.

The sky outside was gloomy, and the sky was full of gray clouds, like old cotton wadding just pulled out of the chimney. When Yun Chu stepped out of the gate of Qingyue Zhai, he immediately saw the man waiting outside the gate.

Mo Chi's eyes were fixed on the direction of the gate, his eyes were dark and deep, and there was worry and anxiety that could not be concealed on his handsome face.

After seeing Yun Chu come out, Mo Chi's tense expression relaxed slightly, and the next second he quickly walked in front of Yun Chu, his eyes locked on him.

"Xiao Chu..."

"Senior brother, I'm fine," Yun Chu looked at the man's worried expression, smiled at him comfortingly, then raised his hand to hold his hand, "Let's go back."

Mo Chi looked at him, as if he had a lot to say, but in the end he just tightened his hand: "Okay."

Ever since the two exchanged their hearts with each other, Yunchu had promised not to hide anything from each other, so when Mo Chi asked him what Liu Qinghong wanted from him after returning to the place where the two lived, Yunchu had nothing to do with him. All that was hidden.

Seeing the man's gloomy expression and his face about to rain, Yun Chu put his hand on the back of his hand, which was already tightly clenched into a fist.

"He deserves to die." Mo Chi gritted his teeth, his eyes were scarlet.

Yun Chu knew that he was being pissed off right now, the atmosphere in the small room was quiet, and the air around him felt a little restless as if feeling the man's anger.

The book that Liu Qinghong gave to Yunchu was tightly held by Mo Chi in his hand, before he even had time to let out a scream, it was burnt to powder by spiritual power.

Yun Chu squatted in front of Mo Chi, raised his head slightly, looked at the man's eyes that were unusually bright with anger and murderous intent, and raised his hand to gently caress him.

The eyelashes under the fingertips trembled slightly, and Yun Chu's heart softened.

"Brother, don't be angry, okay?"

The young man's cold voice was full of pity, and Mo Chi grabbed his hand and pulled him into his arms and hugged him tightly, as if he wanted to melt him into his own flesh and blood.

"Xiao Chu..."

Mo Chi hugged him tightly, calling his name over and over again, with a low and hoarse voice.

Yun Chu obediently let him hug him, and only after the other party's emotions gradually calmed down did he raise his head and come out of the other party's arms.

The two looked at each other, they didn't know who took the initiative first, but when they came back to their senses, their warm lips were already tightly pressed together, and they were tossing and entangled, wishing they could stay like this forever.

The candle on the table made a light "crack" sound, and then shed drops of candle tears, letting go of the breathless person in his arms who was kissed by him. Mo Chi looked at those eyes filled with mist, and the heart in his chest "" Plop" "Plop" beating.

"I won't let him hurt you," Mo Chi said.

Yun Chu looked at the firmness and deep love in his eyes and the tenderness of his eyes, the corners of his lips were slightly curved, full of dependence and trust.

"I know."

Gently hugging the person in front of him, Yun Chu smelled the faint fragrance of the other person and closed his eyes, I won't let him hurt you either.

There was still a month before Yunchu's birthday, but Mo Chi had already begun to feel unavoidably anxious. Even though he hadn't abandoned his cultivation for so many years, he was not fully sure that he would be able to protect Yunchu from harm when he faced Liu Qinghong.

Mo Chi began to have nightmares all night long, and the same dream kept repeating in the dream. He was lying on the ground covered in blood, with a hole the size of a fist pierced through his chest. Standing spotless in front of him, those glass-colored eyes looked at him coldly, with endless mockery, in his arms was a young man with an expressionless face and empty eyes.

He opened his mouth, and the blood with blisters rushed out of his throat, but even so, he still tried to call the boy's name.

Yun Chu...

The content of the dream was so real that Mo Chi could clearly feel that his life was rapidly draining away.

Every time Mo Chi woke up, his eyes were full of panic, and the heart in his chest was beating abnormally fast, as if it would pop out of his throat in the next second, and his ears were buzzing.

Mo Chi was panting heavily, only when he hugged the young boy who was sleeping soundly beside him tightly, could he have a momentary sense of reality.

In less than three days, thick dark circles appeared under Mo Chi's eyes, and several blisters appeared on the corners of his lips.

Yun Chu saw all his restlessness, he knew what the man was afraid of, but he didn't know what to do except to comfort him over and over again.

The first snow of this winter finally arrived half a month after Mochi and Yunchu returned to the Changqing School. The whole night of heavy snow dyed the entire Changqing School in white, and the heart was happy and young. After the morning class, the disciples slipped to the training ground to play in the snow. Their cheerful laughter added a bit of vitality to this overly quiet place. Everything looked so peaceful. After that, what kind of tomorrow will it be.