"Quick time travel" long way to chase his wife

Chapter 42 Double and White Moonlight

The scarlet eyes gradually became clear. He glanced at the man next to Bai Lian, and then at the man by the door. What flashed through his mind before became clear: the man next to Bai Lian is substitute……

Mo Chi looked at himself in his previous life, at Yun Chu lying in a pool of blood, his life and death unknown, his eyes were tearing apart, he pulled out his pistol like crazy and shot those men who bullied and humiliated Yun Chu into a sieve, watching He stumbled forward, knelt on the ground, and with trembling hands, he hugged Yun Chu, who was covered in blood, into his arms, and begged Yun Chu to wake up in a tone as humble as the dust, saying over and over again, "I I love you," Mo Chi stood aside, watching Chang Qing rushing in with someone to subdue the double and Bai Lian, watching the doctor come with the medicine box, and after giving first aid, he said to the tearful man Feel sorry.

Yun Chu died...

Mo Chi stared blankly at the young man lying in the man's arms with his eyes closed. He felt that his sky had collapsed. The hostility around him receded like a tidal wave. He looked at Yun Chu's corpse and cried Like a child myself, thinking, why let him watch it again?Why not just let him die happily?

Yun Chu died, and "Mo Chi" went crazy.

For a week, Mo Chi has been by his side in the previous life, watching him lock himself in the room where he and Yun Chu lived before, hugging the dead body of the other party, whispering that no one can understand if.

The shares of the Mo Group plummeted, and "Mo Chi" watched Mr. Mo announce on TV that he would be deprived of his heir status, and that he would be famous from the Mo family tree.

"Mo Chi" didn't care about all of this at all. He trapped himself in that small villa and built a world. Speak to him in a very gentle tone, there is no quarrel or misunderstanding between them.

Such days passed like this for half a month, until Chang Qing brought someone to the door, pried open the door of the villa, and dragged the man out of the room.

Half a month later, Mo Chi watched helplessly as "Mo Chi" turned himself into a savage. It was extremely hot in late autumn, and Yun Chu's body began to stink and rot within two days. Let the other party's corpse rot, adjust all the air conditioners in the villa to the lowest temperature, use all the ice in the refrigerator to spread on the bed, and then sleep on it with Yunchu's corpse every night, but even so, Yunchu's body is still It rotted day by day, and when Chang Qing led someone to pry open the door, the villa was filled with a disgusting smell of rotting flesh.

Everyone's expressions changed, only Chang Qing, a man with golden eyes who always had a cold face, walked in without changing his expression, and dragged out "Mo Chi" who was unwilling to face the truth , and then gave him a severe beating. This was the first time Mo Chi had seen his assistant get so angry.

At the end of the fight, "Mo Chi" curled up on the ground with a bruised face, weeping silently, and then Chang Qing grabbed his collar and lifted him up. The other party gritted his teeth, and growled at him with scarlet eyes: " Yun Chu is dead! If you love him, don't even trample on his corpse!"

This sentence woke up "Mo Chi" completely. He broke free from Chang Qing's hand and stood up unsteadily, then went into the bathroom to clean himself up. In the eye sockets, he turned back to that lofty "Mo Chi."

Mo Chi followed the man, watching him calmly call the funeral home to arrange funeral arrangements for Yunchu.

On the day of Yunchu's burial, Mo Chi followed the man, looking obsessively and frantically at Yunchu who had already taken care of his remains in front of him, leaning over and gently touching the cold lips that were painted with lipstick. With a kiss, he said softly, "Yunchu, don't be afraid, I will come to accompany you soon."

Along the way, he followed the man to the funeral home, and finally arrived at the cemetery. "Mo Chi" looked extremely calm. After watching Yun Chu's ashes being buried, "Mo Chi" in black clothes stood in front of Yun Chu, and walked out of his pocket. He took out a ten-centimeter-long dagger from his pocket. The sharp blade reflected a cold luster in the sun, and "Mo Chi" wiped it lightly on his cuff.

"What about people?" he asked.

Chang Qing, who had been standing behind him, waved his hand, and not far away, two men in black clothes dragged a black cloth bag to cover their heads, and the man whose hands and feet were tied came up.

"Mo Chi" looked at the man on the ground like a torn bag, and said in a deep voice: "From now on, everyone should go out, Chang Qing, you guard the door and no one is allowed to come in, no matter what you hear next, no one will come in." With my permission, no one is allowed to move."

Chang Qing knew that he was going to avenge the man on the tombstone, so he didn't say anything. He nodded and turned around with the people and left. So in the whole cemetery, only the man and the people on the ground were left, oh no , and Mo Chi in the soul body state.

After Mo Chi watched Chang Qing lead the people away, he looked back at the man in front of the tombstone. Then, he saw the bloodiest scene in his life.

"Mo Chi" knelt down, and stretched out his hand to lift off the black hood on the man's head. The dazzling light made the people on the ground close their eyes subconsciously, and tears flowed all over their faces. Chi was not surprised at all.

Bai Lian looked at the man with gloomy eyes in front of him, tears streaming down his face: "Mochi...Mochi...I was wrong...I really know I was wrong...Please let me go...please let me go... good……"

"Shh~~~" "Mo Chi" raised his hand, pressed his slender index finger against his lips and softly hissed, frowning and looking at him with displeasure, "Hush your voice, you are arguing that Yun Chu should rest. "

Bai Lian looked at his mad look, and fear swept his whole body. He looked at the man in front of him in horror, kicking his feet on the ground, trying to keep retreating, trying to escape the danger in front of him.

"You're not good."

The man watched his movements, and the expression on his face turned cold little by little. He tilted his head, looked at the black cloth bag that he had thrown aside, reached out to pick it up, crumpled it into a ball, and finally grabbed it. Bai Lian's chin was firmly inserted into the opponent's mouth.

Bai Lian's eyes widened. The man's eyes were too terrifying, and the breath of death enveloped him overwhelmingly. When he saw the man take out the dagger from his pocket, Bai Lian wet his pants indistinctly.

Mo Chi looked at what was happening in front of him, his eyes widened in shock, and he had a vague guess in his heart.

Sure enough, "Mo Chi" was playing with the dagger in his hand, and Bai Lian's face covered with snot and tears was stuck to the cold blade, his dark eyes were full of bloodthirsty madness.

"I wanted to hear your dying voice, but you were too noisy. I was afraid that Yunchu would be unhappy, so I just blocked your mouth." He said casually, like It was as if they were discussing that the weather was good today, but the force in their hands was increasing bit by bit. The sharp blade cut through the delicate skin, and blood rushed out. Bai Lian screamed in pain, but because his mouth was gagged, he could only Letting out low whimpers again and again...

Mo Chi watched the expressionless man in front of him raise the dagger again and again, slashing Bai Lian's body one after another, blood sprayed on his face, reflecting the madness in his eyes, like a demon from hell.

Pieces of meat fell to the ground, and blood stained a large piece of grass in front of the tombstone. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood. Looking at the scene in front of him, Mo Chi felt sick to his stomach.He wanted to vomit, even now he was only in a state of soul and body.

Looking at the bloody man on the ground, "Mo Chi" slowly raised the corners of his lips and smiled, the viscous liquid slipped from his handsome face, he raised his hand to wipe it off carelessly, looking at the only thing left on the ground Taking a deep breath, Bai Lian raised the corners of his lips and smiled. He spoke softly, with a deep and magnetic voice: "One last time, don't worry, you won't be in pain again."

As "Mo Chi" said, he raised the dagger that was sticking to the flesh in his hand, and pierced Bai Lian's throat with a single blow.

The hands and feet of the people on the ground twitched for a moment, and finally, they swallowed their last breath unwillingly.

Seeing the utterly dead man, "Mo Chi" stood up unsteadily from the ground, walked to Yunchu's tombstone, and then sat down without a trace. He carefully wiped the blood on his hands Wipe it clean on the shirt, then carefully stroked the cold tombstone, and said flatteringly: "Yunchu... I avenged you, are you happy..."

There was silence in the cemetery, and no one answered him.

The smile on the man's face faded little by little, and he trembled, reaching out and carefully hugging the tombstone into his arms, just like hugging that cold and handsome man.

"I'm sorry..." Hot and humid tears welled up in his eyes, and "Mo Chi" was sobbing in a hoarse voice.It was because he was too proud and conceited, and he didn't want to believe that he would change his mind and fall in love with the "substitute" he found, so he humiliated the other party in different ways, seeing the other party's expression of hatred and fear towards him, so that he could feel the love in his heart. Telling myself over and over again that I am still the original Mo Chi...

"Yunchu... I was wrong... I was wrong..." "Mo Chi" broke down in tears, but no one would say "I will never forgive you" to him in a cold voice.

In the silent cemetery, only the man's low sobs were left. Mo Chi floated in the air, looking at the man on the ground crying like a child, his heart was filled with sadness. He didn't know how to love, and couldn't love. Whose fault is it?

"Mo Chi" cried for a long time before he stopped his tears. He looked at the tombstone in his arms with tears in his eyes, and kissed it with trembling lips. Tears slipped between his lips, and he gently raised the corners of his lips: "I'm here to see you... ...Apologize to you...okay..."

Mo Chi watched as he took out a silver pistol from his pocket, and then slowly pressed it against his temple...

"boom!"

A warm red flower was splashed on the cold tombstone, beautiful and gorgeous, shining dazzlingly in the sun.

Mo Chi watched the man slowly close his eyes with a smile on his lips, only to feel a burst of overwhelming dizziness hit him, everything in front of him gradually became blurred, and finally, it fell into darkness...