Chapter 225

Mousran stood up with Siyun.

But he felt that it was not enough. He turned to Siyun and said with a smile, "go further, go again."

Siyun didn't speak, but he walked towards the front with Mu Si ran under his feet.

That's the direction of the capital.

That's their home.

Heard what Mu Silan said and the bodyguards around him.

They quickly cleared the obstacles in front of them.

In this dark night, in this ruins, too quiet.

Everyone was silent except the sound of the cleaning action.

They all looked at mousran.

Mousran couldn't see it at all.

Maybe he was dying. He actually saw the man in front.

The man is no longer what he looked like.

But he is surrounded by noble spirit, noble and elegant, and his temperament is more gentle than him.

When you laugh, you are full of charm.

At the first meeting, the man smiled gently at him.

That smile made him unforgettable all his life.

I don't even know when I lost my heart.

At this time, the man appeared again, right in front of him.

Just as he appeared in front of him and brought him out of the abyss.

His hand stretched forward——

"You're here?"

Mousran stretched out his hand and went towards the man.

The smile on his face was a gentle mess with unknown satisfaction.

Si Yun looked at Mu Si ran and extended his hand to the air in front of him.

In front of them, there was no one but the bodyguard who cleared the obstacles.

The light in Mu Si Ran's eyes and the gentle expression on his face all showed what he saw.

Is this the phenomenon of returning light and dying?

Siyun wants to pull his hand back.

Tell him it's all an illusion.

There was nothing in front of them.

But I can't wait for Siyun to move.

Moussa ran away from his help and walked towards the front.

Although each step was very hard, the wound on his body was still bleeding.

But in his eyes, only the person in front of him who also stretched out his hand and smiled gently at him.

It seems that he has never seen such a smile since he entered Jun's house.

He never realized even his extravagant hopes.

Now he was satisfied to see it before he died.

Even if you know it's an illusion, so what.

All he wanted from beginning to end was the man's smile.

Just like in those years, he smiled sincerely and gently at him and asked him if he would follow him.

Soon, I'm about to touch that hand.

Mousran walked stumbling forward.

He wanted to touch the man's outstretched hand.

He knew how warm that hand was.

I'm about to touch that hand.

Mousran ran ran like a moth to the fire.

But why, it's about to touch, and it's getting farther and farther away.

He ran hard.

He is greedy for the warm package and the tenderness of each other.

"Mousran!"

However, all this was eventually broken.

Siyun looked at mu siran and ran forward quickly regardless of the wound. The smell of blood became stronger and stronger.

He stopped each other loudly.

If this goes on, mousran will soon die.

For that unrealistic illusion, moth like death, this should not be.

Mousran saw it when he heard the sound in his ear.

Where is the figure of that man in front of you.

It was pitch black.

Everything was just his imagination.

The man was far away in the capital and didn't know they were on the road.

I don't know their dangerous situation now.

All this is false after all.