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Give her to me

"Three."

"One."

Moreover, he hated Mu Huainan so much, he had long wished for nothing more than to kill him.

I'm trembling, no matter how Mu Huainan patted my back, I couldn't stop.

"What face do you have for her?" Mu Huainan did not retreat or dodge, but instead, coldly questioned him.

"Mu Huainan, what f * cking qualifications do you have to question me?" Peng Haobai roared angrily, "You almost killed her seven years ago, do you still want to continue now?!"

Mu Huainan was not able to stand steadily for a moment, and retreated a few steps.

"Did you see that operating table seven years ago? The ground was covered with blood, as well as the blood and flesh of unformed babies. All the doctors and nurses ran away in fright, only I managed to snatch Xiao Wei back from the hands of a bunch of bastards! "

"I finally managed to preserve my life, why the f * ck are you interfering now?!"

Regarding the matter from seven years ago, Peng Haobai had told me about it.

When he saved me, he only knocked the doctors and nurses out and sent them abroad that night. I was perfectly fine.

After all, even if there were a large number of people, as long as the patient was obedient, they would not create such a ridiculous scene.

However, at that time Peng Haobai was young, and did not care about anything the moment he started playing around. He once told me that he had made that scene especially terrifying, with blood and flesh strewn all over the ground. He said that he wanted to create a "The patients did not listen to him and struggled, but the humans would cause great harm to both the patients and the fetuses" type of scene.

It was precisely to carve that matter into Mu Huainan's memory, so that it would be forever branded in his heart, so that he would remember how ruthless he had once been, almost killing his own flesh and blood, and nearly causing the death of the person he loved the most.

Mu Huainan had never liked blood and blood.

He was still as expressionless as ever, and used the lightest voice he could muster to say, "Unfortunately, you have never been between her and me."

With these words, Mu Huainan could no longer suppress the blood in his mouth. He spat out a mouthful of blood and my neck started to heat up.

He tried not to sway too much.

He held me tight.

Pain, it was too painful.

It's their bodies that are injured, but what hurts is still my heart. From start to finish, no matter how much time passes, no matter what they did to me, Peng Haobai and Mu Huainan are still the two most important men to me in this life of mine.

They hurt, and I hurt more than any of them.

I sometimes think that if I did it again, in a different world, in a different life, there would be no one in that world.

What will happen?

There was only one answer in my mind.

I hope that's not me either.

A Shura. The most important thing in my life is to have two men fighting each other, but I can't do anything about it. All I can do is die with them.

When I heard the sound of someone falling to the ground, Mu Huainan finally let out a light breath and fell back onto the bed.

He finally didn't have the strength to keep pressing his head down.

I turned my head and saw that it was Liang Yin who was holding onto a spear and Peng Haobai who had fallen on the ground.

There was no smoke coming out from the spearhead, and there were no gunshots just now. This meant that Liang Yin did not shoot him, and had only knocked him out.

Peng Haobai was after all, the young master of the perfumery.

"Mr. Mou, what should we do?"

She waited quietly by the side for instructions.

"Let him live." Mu Huainan spoke with some difficulty, and he could barely catch his breath: "He should have died. He should have saved An Xi's life seven years ago. Today, I'll give it back to him."

He hugged me tightly and walked out again.

As I left the warehouse, I heard him whisper in my ear.

"I said that I will protect you for the rest of your life. I'm just a little bit away, just a little bit away."

That "little bit" listening to my heart sorrowful pain, including too much helplessness and heartache.

I finally stopped feeling pain and slept soundly in his arms.

Then I had a dream.

In his dreams, Peng Haobai fell on the cold floor with heavy injuries. I couldn't watch it any longer, so I closed my eyes, but in my mind,'s expressionless face appeared.

He said, "You and I have never been together."

After fighting for so many years, he had been hoping day and night for that fox-like, cunning man to die, to be killed by the woman he loved deeply.

But in the end, the person you considered your sworn enemy never treated you as an opponent.

How ironic.

I don't know why, but I seem to feel his pain in my own way.

It was the same back then. Mu Huainan said, "An An, I don't want children." I really can't afford a child.

And now he said, "There's never been you between me and Anthea."

and really cut off the only remaining old friendship between Peng Haobai and I.

He was the most resolute and ruthless judge in the Infernal Realm. He said that no one dared to say no in the past ten or so years.

I don't understand why I would be in such pain after he completely separated me from Peng Haobai.

The pain was so real in his dreams.

I think I love Peng Haobai.

It's just that my love for Peng Haobai is different from mine.

There are thousands of different kinds of love in this world. I love Mu Huainan, so I want to knock him out and be with him forever.

While I love Peng Haobai, I hope that he can leave me and go to a wider and better world.

I don't want any of them to get hurt.

Just to stop the bleeding, Fu Chen said that but it did not make Mu Huainan too worried. After all, if he had heard that my leg was serious, he might have spat out a mouthful of blood and become unconscious.

I went back to the operating table, dissected the stitched wound, checked to see if my arteries were damaged, and with the help of the anesthetic, I didn't feel much, just drowsy, until I got out of the operating table.

I was awake, and saw Mu Huainan standing at the door, and saw me being pushed out of the operation room. He quickly walked up to me and stood beside me. He grabbed my hand when I woke up, his voice hoarse.

"It's okay, it's okay. I'll stay with you."

His tone was just like a child's. Not long after I had moved into the Mu family, I fell when I took a bath and cut my leg. He first wrapped a towel around my leg, then examined the wound on my leg and helped me apply the medicine while saying adorably, "It doesn't hurt. It's because the pain was scared away by me."

So childish.

At the time I told him, "I'm fifteen years old, and his way of teasing children only applies to those before the age of five."

Now, lying in bed, I wanted to laugh and tell him, "I'm twenty-five, not a teenage girl."

Ten years of time, leaving just like that.

I was pushed away by the doctors and nurses, but Mu Huainan didn't follow me. Behind him were Fu Chen and Liang Yin.

He came to see me in a little while.

He was the first to speak with Fu Chen at the door of the sickroom, so I could hear him faintly.

"Calm down. If you don't take a good rest in your current state, you will also fall ill when peace and quiet comes." The one who spoke was Fu Chen, and he was very worried about Mu Huainan's body: "Her thigh doesn't have any injuries, and it's not too different from what I've diagnosed. Don't worry, at most there's a slight scratch on her face and arms, and it's only slightly serious on her legs.

He was afraid that Mu Huainan's excessive worry would affect his own condition. In the end, when Mu Huainan mentioned it, he couldn't help but laugh bitterly: "Good, good, good … At most, it was a scratch. It's just that her leg is a little too heavy. I've kept her safe for so many years, and I'm not even willing to scold her. Today, I saw her covered in blood buried in a pile of corpses. He sighed heavily. You really know how to comfort people. "

He walked in. It was late, the curtains were drawn, and very little light came in.

Mu Huainan switched on the light.

He quietly sat down beside me and didn't say anything for a long time. He would only look at me, occasionally helping me to make the corners of the bed, look at the bottles of medicine that I was using, and then look at the bandages on my legs. After busily doing so many things, my heart ached and I couldn't help but ask, "Uncle Huainan."

He said softly, "Yes, I am."

I didn't say anything else. He just sat down on the edge of my bed, right next to me, reached out, and gently touched my bitten lip.

Because it hurt too much when I was sewing just now, I didn't want to make a sound and make Mu Huainan worry, so I bit my lips.

Mu Huainan lowered his eyelids and sighed.

"You silly girl."

"Uncle Huainan." I looked at him. The act of pretending to be strong and pretending to be strong had turned into a bit of grievance that flowed into my heart. "Why don't you hug me?"

I'm still afraid.

He took my hand and pulled me up and held me in his arms. I rested my head on his chest, steady and secure.

Without warning, I began to cry.

Even if he were to collapse, his tears wouldn't stop flowing.

I didn't cry when I was kidnapped, I didn't cry when I was stabbed, I didn't cry when I wasn't stitched with anesthetic. But when Mu Huainan hugged me so warmly and gently, I couldn't hold back anymore.

He lightly patted me on the back. "Good girl, this will never happen again."

I nodded.

He reached out and placed his hand on the spot where his heart was.

"Uncle Huainan." I called to him.

"Let's do the operation."

Although there was a certain risk to the operation, it was still better than wasting it like this.

I didn't care about him before because I didn't know he was really getting so sick.

In the warehouse he held me, and a mouthful of blood sprayed on my back, and I could feel it all.

Because of the 99th, I have read many books about congenital heart disease, which once developed to the point of coughing up blood. This was a sign of heart and lung failure.

Not long.