Qin Wuyan took the half sweet potato, thinking of the meatloaf he ate the day before, and looking at the relatives who died for a meal of dog meat, blood gushed out of his mouth and nose...

When he woke up, the villagers had already carried him into the dilapidated thatched house.

The villagers just wiped off the blood on his face, and then went to work in the fields. In the eyes of the poor, people die when they die, and they are worth less than a cow that can help with farming or a horse that pulls goods.

Qin Wuyan sat up, only to realize that his injured leg was so swollen that his worn-out trousers were torn. He found a stick, put the half sweet potato into his arms, and limped towards the little boy on the mountain. Wooden house walks...

His relatives have passed away, and he has nothing to worry about in his life, so why not go to those high positions and fight hard to make himself a pariah precious...

Qin Wuyan caressed Zhuang Xiaoyu's hair, stared at her calm face, his thoughts finally came back, he sighed: "Xiaoyu, if I hadn't met you, I wouldn't have had everything that happened later, my life today may be It will be better, I won’t taste that kind of heart-piercing pain, I won’t be wrapped in endless loneliness, I won’t pay any price, I hope you wake up..."

If you have not encountered warmth and light, and have been immersed in darkness, it is not too bad, at least you don't know what it feels like to be loved.

The most frightening thing is to gain and lose again, making him fall into the boundless darkness again after experiencing the unforgettable warmth.

That feeling is too uncomfortable.

"The best time in my life was when I didn't know your identity, and spent the days alone with you in the cabin. You went up the mountain to see me every day, brought delicious food and medicine, and took good care of me." Qin Wuyan held her palm, and pressed her cold palm to his face: "If your two brothers hadn't gone up the mountain to look for you and let me know that they are my enemies, maybe we would have been good forever... ..."

Mo Siyu carried the medical bag and went back to the pharmacy with Chu Chuyan.

Chu Chuyan looked at her frowning face: "Failed again?"

"Yes." Mo Siyu sighed: "The high priest has already developed an obsession, insisting that the priest's wife is not dead and will definitely be resurrected.

He didn't want to hear why those who really died and resurrected could be resurrected at all. "

Chu Chuyan shook her hand: "If I hadn't brought you to Yuecheng in the first place, you wouldn't have gotten into so much trouble."

Mo Siyu shook his head: "If I hadn't come to Moon City with you, I wouldn't have understood so many truths, experienced so many things, and figured out the meaning of life that I couldn't figure out at all before."

A person's life is destined to have gains and losses.

Chu Chu said: "Perhaps the blood of this blood monster has no effect on the dead. Even if the blood in your body is replaced with the priest's wife, it is impossible to have any effect."

Mo Siyu was about to nod, and raised his eyes to look at Chu Chuyan, but seeing Chu Chuyan's expression changed, he quickly asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Chu Chuyan's face suddenly turned red, his whole face began to burn, and the tips of his ears were as red as dripping blood. He waved his hand: "It's okay, it's just that the fire poison has exploded. I... I forgot to take the medicine long ago, it hurts so much, my whole body hurts like a fire."

Chu Chuyan stretched out his hand to touch it, and found that he didn't bring any pills, so he stood up and staggered out...