Virewolf

Er Qiuzi retreated silently behind Grandma Lihua, revealing a pair of eyes to look at Mo Yan tremblingly.

Yaoyao curled her lips and said, "I brought it."

Mo Yan's expression was terrifying: "What are you bringing him here for?"

Yaoyao looked at Moyan, her eyes flickered, her face turned pale, she collected herself: "Because your birthday is coming soon, I want to give you a present."

The woman behind Mo Yan kept staring at Tang Fachu, and Tang Fachu stared at Mo Yan.

How could this person be Mo Yan?

Tang Fuchu felt that his heart was in pieces, and Mo Yan was actually missing an ear. Not only that, but there were many scars on his body, just like the pastoral.

He knew it, he knew it...

Tang Fuchu felt that his eyes were about to bleed, and there was an inexplicable severe pain in his left ear, as if he had been torn off by life, the thick bloody smell mixed with the suffocation that could not be shouted came up together, piercing His nose and eyes were sore and swollen at the same time. At the same time, gusts of cold air poured down his scalp to the soles of his feet. He even heard the "creaking" of his bones, as if the next second It will fall apart.

He opened his mouth, and his mouth was full of a strong rusty smell: "Xiaoyan..."

Mo Yan was walking towards Yaoyao, but he turned back when he heard this sentence, and he strode towards Tang Fuchu, which made Tang Feichu couldn't help but took two steps back again.

Such a strong sense of oppression.

Mo Yan stopped in front of Tang Fuchu, very close to him, so close that Tang Fuchu thought he was going to kiss him.

But what Mo Yan said was too cold: "Didn't you refuse to come here even if you died? What's the point of coming here now, do you regret it?"

Tang Fuchu had never seen him like this before, so he couldn't speak steadily: "No..."

"Or—" Mo Yan suddenly laughed, and sarcastically said, "Do you miss me?"

Tang Fuchu's gaze was always on Mo Yankong's ear, and he replied subconsciously: "I miss you, I..."

He pursed his lips and clenched his fists: "I know you're angry with me, I've always wanted to see you, I've looked for you, in winter..."

"Winter." Mo Yan repeated these two words, his eyes were full of hostility, "Come to find me? Then, when I was so hungry that I chewed the bark and swallowed it in my stomach, where did you go?" Where? Where were you when I fought desperately for a little piece of meat on the wreckage and got covered in wounds?"

Tang Fachu stared at him blankly, opened his mouth, but was unable to speak.

"Tang Fuchu, I think you are used to touching yourself." Mo Yan finally said sarcastically, "I don't want to see you at all, and I have never thought about you. You can go back wherever you came from. Bar!"

After speaking, he turned and turned into a wolf and walked away.

Only then did the woman speak, her eyes were blue: "Who... is he?"

Yaoyao exhaled, curled her lips: "You should ask less questions!"

Erqiuzi softened at this time, he hugged Grandma Lihua, and said with tears in his eyes: "I was scared to death, I was scared to death..."

Grandma Lihua patted him on the back: "Oh, oh, don't cry, don't cry."

Yue Shan's leg was a little lame, Grandma Li Hua asked, "Xiao Yue, are you injured?"

Yue Shan nodded in embarrassment: "Yes, that's why I came back early. There was an accident, but luckily the boss is here."

Tang Fachu was stunned for a while, he looked in the direction Mo Yan was leaving, gritted his teeth and followed.

Yaoyao stopped him: "What are you doing?"

Tang Fuchu ignored her, bypassed her and continued walking forward.

Yaoyao shouted at him from behind: "He doesn't want to talk to you now—"

Of course I know!

Tang Fuchu shouted sullenly in his heart, but now he really wants to talk to Mo Yan!Whether it's to apologize or to be beaten, he has to go to Mo Yan to make things clear!

It's not that he didn't think about messy things in his mind before, but Mo Yan became like that!How much has he suffered!

What kind of bullshit is right or wrong, go to hell.

Tang Fuchu's heart was in a mess, and now he won't be at ease if he can't see Mo Yan!

Er Qiuzi wanted to chase after him, but Yaoyao pulled him.

"Don't meddle in the affairs of other people's couples."

"But it's getting dark, and he's alone!"

"Cut," Yaoyao said disdainfully, "Do you still need you to take care of the safety of the wolf king's object?"

The sky had already darkened, and the road in the woods became more and more difficult to walk. Tang Fuchu walked forward aimlessly. As he walked, he always felt that the wolf forest was faint, with gusts of cold wind blowing behind him. Fill your back.

He had been walking for a day and was already tired, so he leaned against a tree and shouted—"Mo Yan!"

"Little Pharynx—"

No one responded to him.

He stopped, squatting on the ground scratching his head.

How could it be like this?

How did it become like this!

Tang Fuchu was discouraged, he scratched his hair carelessly, extremely annoyed.

After finishing speaking, he yelled again: "Xiaoyan—"

"Are you planning to call all night?"

Tang Fuchu's eyes lit up, and he looked towards the bushes. The big one-eared wolf came out swaggeringly, with an extraordinarily arrogant posture.

But not in his direction.

Tang Fuchu followed Mo Yan and walked forward. He was very anxious and wanted to ask a lot, and the one he wanted to ask the most was Mo Yan's ears. He wanted to ask who did this kind of thing!But how could he, and what qualifications did he have to ask this question!He didn't accompany Mo Yan to go through these hardships, but he wanted to ask him about the suffering process.So he held his breath in his chest and sighed heavily.

Tang Fuchu gritted his teeth and drooped his head: "If you don't want to talk to me, just ignore me, but if you want to scold me, you can scold me until you feel relieved."

He said so, but Moyan ignored him, and just walked forward with his tail held high.

Tang Fuchu was like a rough old man coaxing his wife, he scratched his head and clenched his fists, his back was slightly bent, his face flushed with anxiety, and he began to contradict himself unconsciously: "You, you better not give birth to me If you're angry, don't ignore me, don't treat me like this...I promise you whatever you say, okay? You can do whatever you want..."

Mo Yan flicked his tail: "Then you go back now."

Tang Fuchu stared at Mo Yan for a long time with his face suppressed, and then swallowed again, hesitantly said: "But I want to see you, I want to stay with you for a while."

"Although you don't miss me, but I..." Tang Fuchu pursed his lips, speaking in a compromising and gentle way, "But I miss you. You don't have to miss others, how can you not allow others to miss you?"

"That's your business."

When Tang Fuchu heard this sentence, he felt a little sad again: "It's my business, don't be unhappy."

Mo Yan walked forward, ignoring him.

Tang Fuchu said intermittently: "Xiaoyan, after you left, the days have become very long and very sad... I know I'm fucking crazy when I say this, but I just want to talk to you...you are still alive now. Am I angry? Will you still be angry for me?"

He followed Moyan and stepped on the leaves, making a "rustling" sound.It was completely dark at this time, and Mo Yan seemed to have merged into the night. At first glance, he could not feel his existence at all. Tang Fuchu sniffed: "Actually, I have liked you for a long time, I always feel that If you don't believe it, then..."

Mo Yan rarely responded to him: "How old was I at that time? Tang Fuchu, be yourself!"

Tang Fuchu walked along the moonlight groping the road, and had to spare no effort to talk to Mo Yan. The rough man's mouth went astray for a while: "I always like men, and you are so good-looking, can I help you?" move..."

Mo Yan stopped, bared his teeth and asked him fiercely: "You like me because I'm good-looking?"

Tang Fuchu's instinctive and straight nerves made him miserable, and he said in a strange way: "That's right."

After finishing speaking, he realized that he was a bit foolish, but his brain still couldn't turn the corner, and the honesty was terrible: "Aren't men all attracted by sex, and I didn't like you to that height at first..."

At this moment, Mo Yan suddenly turned into a human being. He took a few quick steps and forced Tang Fuchu to his back against a tree, pressed him and said coldly: "You are really good, huh? Cover up your superficiality." When it comes to the head of the entire race, how can you do this?"

Tang Fuchu was flustered by his actions, stretching out his arms to hug him, and hanging in the air was also awkward, he looked at Moyan's face so close, and after he realized it, "Pa" He slapped himself loudly: "Bah! I'm cheap, don't pay attention to me, I'm just a bastard, I can't tell the good from the bad..."

Mo Yan let go of him again, sneered, and strode forward.

Of course Tang Fuchu went after him, and he got tired of coaxing him, scratched his head and said angrily: "Are you angry with me now, or are you really driving me away? Can you give me a correct sentence, or I won't Know how to coax."

Hearing what he said, Mo Yan walked even faster. Tang Fuchu let out a "hey" and ran to keep up, shouting: "If you are unhappy because of what I just said, then... That's all in the past! I like you very much now, in a spiritual way! Is that okay?"

Mo Yan was still walking, Tang Fuchu ran behind him, and couldn't help laughing while talking.

He was inexplicably happy, and Mo Yan's fleeing back made him feel that this was flirting, not arguing.

Maybe everything is far from as bad as he imagined, the previous feeling suddenly reappeared, even though Mo Yan has changed a lot, some people in this world are destined not to be alienated.