Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

Chapter 174 You Cry

Hearing her voice, the shadow who was walking halfway paused slightly, and the sword in his palm suddenly fell to the ground. He raised his hand and hugged his head tightly in pain. Trembling.

It seems to be struggling in a dream, and it seems to be doing some unspeakable struggle with another self.

Mu Xici stood at the door without moving, just silently staring at the thin young man whose figure was half blocked by the light and shadow, his almond eyes were clear and unwavering, and there was a slight sadness in his eyes.

His upper body was hidden in the shadow of the door and window, and his face could not be seen clearly. His lower body was only wearing a pair of thin plain trousers, and he stepped barefoot on the broken porcelain on the floor.

A floor-length gown was casually draped over his shoulders, with strands of black hair scattered between the clothes.

Before this, she had never seen him in such a mess.

Before that, she never thought that he could be in such a mess.

"Mo Junli." She opened her mouth, this time the sound was slightly louder than before.

The young man's struggling movement suddenly froze, and she saw his chest heaving irregularly under the sunlight, he let go of his hand, panting heavily, and only after a while did he cautiously and tentatively say: "... Ah Ci? "

Mu Xici lowered her eyes and sighed softly: "It's me."

"... Ah Ci." The boy's voice trembled a little, and for a few moments, she thought he was about to cry.

"I'm here." The little girl raised her eyes, took two steps forward, and raised her head slightly. She saw his eyes were bloodshot, and the redness even covered the end of his eyes and spread to the entire eye socket. .

Even the tip of his nose was red, obviously he was extremely sad, but no tears flowed from his eyes.

"A Ci." The young man frowned, staggered towards her, then bent over, squatted down slowly, put his forehead on the little girl's shoulder, and slowly wrapped his hands around his knees.

The untied black hair instantly flowed down from his shoulders, covering his blood-red eyes.

"What should I do if a person is suffering?" His voice was stained with tears, but he still couldn't shed tears.

He couldn't cry a long time ago, countless wind knives and frost swords in the palace and court had already wiped away his tears inch by inch.

When Yuan Qing died, his face was covered with tears, but when the news of Mo Jingyao's departure reached his ears, he could no longer shed tears.

He never cried when he was wandering around in the world, and when he happened to meet the wedding ceremony team sending Mo Wanyan to get married in the desert, his eyes were dry.

As an adult, the only time he shed tears was when Gan Ping put away the shapeless corpse for the little girl.

At that time, he didn't know anything, he just felt his nose astringent, his eyes were slightly hot, and the line of tears came down without warning.

Besides, he never cried a little bit because of grief, even in this life, Yuan Qing once again died in front of him——

On the contrary, it's just gagging on weekdays, but it can squeeze out some seemingly non-existent water.

The boy bent his lips as if mocking himself, but the smile on his face was much uglier than crying.

He felt as if a mass of fire that could burn the sky and the earth was blocked in his chest, burning his meridians inch by inch, until his throat smoked, and he could hardly speak.

"A Ci." Mo Junli's voice was almost hoarse, "I feel so uncomfortable."

"Then cry out." Mu Xici stared straight ahead, he stabbed countless slender openings on the high-quality silk screen with his sword, and the bean green porcelain bottle, which was half a person's height, was shattered all over the floor. slices.

As far as the eye can see, the room is full of mess, and the broken decorations are like the bloody memory that he can't get rid of in his previous life - that memory is a nightmare that he can't escape.

Yan Chuan quietly retreated outside the courtyard as early as when Mo Junli squatted down. He knew that he had made the right bet, that his master would not hurt Miss San, and what he needed for this meeting was enough time without being disturbed by others. with space.

Mu Xici completely lost her scruples, she raised her hand, and gently patted the top of the boy's hair, her movements were rare and gentle: "Mo Junli, cry."

"Cry hard and fast." Her tone was shallow, and she couldn't hear any superfluous emotions, "Cry hard and fast."

The young man opened his eyes wide, his words were obviously normal, but at this moment, at this moment, it seemed like a hammer that was neither light nor heavy, hitting a certain place in his heart steadily and accurately. point.

He only felt that some kind of ice shattered in that breath, and his originally dry eyes burst into dikes in an instant.

Instinctively, he reached out and hugged the half-grown child in front of him. When he cried, there was no sound, but the tears penetrated the clothes on her shoulders within a few breaths.

Mu Xici never stopped his behavior that was slightly out of bounds, and she never let go of her hand on the boy's head.

She could clearly feel that the body of the young man under her palm was trembling finely, and that tremor went down inch by inch from the top of his hair, and spread to the end of his clothes.

Every inch of his body was trembling, the trembling of extreme grief and fear, from the soul to the body.

She felt that he was like a cornered beast, with swords and swords all over his body, and he was covered in cuts and bruises, dripping with blood, but he still couldn't escape within an inch.

So he retracted himself into a small corner, trying to use the seemingly impenetrable wall to resist those knives and swords.

He succeeded, and the sword really couldn't penetrate the thick stone wall.

But he never succeeded—the light of the knife and the shadow of the sword easily cut one after another scars in his heart. Usually, he can't see it at all. Unstoppable blood.

She is not very good at comforting others, but she knows that if the emotion of grief is not vented in time, it will drive people crazy.

"Cry out, cry out, you'll feel better." Mu Xici's voice was still shallow, and she cupped his head in an almost protective gesture——

The 15-year-old boy was holding a child who was much younger than him, crying in a mess.

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"Is it better now?" Sensing that the boy's breathing gradually calmed down, Mu Xici slowly took her hand on his hair.

The boy's hair was not as soft as that of his daughter's, but it was equally black and smooth, but no matter how good the touch was, no matter how silky the hair was, her wrists were already sore after holding her arms up for so long.

"En." Mo Junli, who hadn't raised his head, muffled his voice with a strong nasal voice, "Thank you."

"Also..." The boy pulled his head away from her shoulders, the red marks around his eyes made him a little more funny for no reason, he hugged his knees and said sincerely, "I'm sorry."

He was forced out of control by the previous incident, almost hurt the little girl, and later dragged her into crying and howling.

"It's okay, I'm not angry, and I can't be angry." Mu Xici shook her head. Although she didn't know exactly what he had experienced, she understood the feeling.

In the few days when she was just reborn, she came here in the same way, but she had practiced in the Taoist temple in the mountains for several years, and she had all kinds of pure heart methods, so she adjusted within two days.

"And the most important issue right now is this." The little girl said, raising her fingers and tugging at the front of her clothes that were wet from crying.

"How is this going to be done?"

　In fact, I should be promoted to show respect on the sixth day
　　But this paragraph is too difficult to write. It took me five or six hours to squeeze out a satisfactory [-] words.
　　And I have to move tomorrow... I really can't stay up late
　　Let’s be happy on the eleventh and be polite on the sixth day when you are free~~
　　Ok

　　
　
(End of this chapter)