Chu Muyun found him without much effort.
In the desolate corner, there was no one around him approaching. He was curled up there, his long hair hanging down like a waterfall, and his body became thinner and thinner.And because the silver hair was too long, it fell on the ground, and it was in contact with the mud. The stray silver and the gray-brown land formed a sharp contrast, which made people feel unbearable to look at it.
It is estimated that all people who first see Jun Mo will feel pity.
After all, his appearance was so charming, thin and pitiful, even if his face was expressionless, but the translucent silver eyes seemed to be filled with sadness from time to time, leading people to want to take him in.
This is the idea of a good person, and of course many wicked people will be stimulated to abuse in their hearts after seeing him.
Such a look, such a temperament, arouses pity and depravity.
It's like falling into the silt of a beautiful gem, and can't help people wanting to continue to discredit him, contaminate him, and defile him.That kind of morbid pleasure will arouse many people's desire for violence.
But no matter what kind of person it is, it is the same to Jun Mo.
He has no cultivation base, so he cannot resist: he cannot refuse to take in, and he can only obey to plunder.
He can't prevent natural disasters from coming to those who are good to him, nor can he let disasters recognize the coming of evil people, so as not to hurt the innocent.
After countless experiences, after a long time, he no longer had any expectations for good and evil, good and bad.
Because no matter what, you can't escape a dead word in the end.
Chu Muyun looked at him from the side.
The silver-haired boy looked embarrassed, but in fact no one could really hurt him.
The cult leader 80% saw his appearance and wanted to be a male pet, so he kept it in the house, but in fact, he didn't even want to touch Jun Mo.
Jun Mo's consciousness can affect the body of natural disaster-although it can't be stopped, it can be strengthened.
It can be heard from the words of the villagers before.
At first they took in Jun Mo, but the old Wang's family had an accident, and they didn't hurt the Wang's youngest who retrieved Jun Mo.
Afterwards, although the whole village was robbed, they were lucky enough to meet Chu Muyun.
Looking at Wanguijiao again, that is really a tragic capital.
It was 80% that the leader had a wicked heart towards Jun Mo and made Jun Mo hate him, so the natural disasters that came down were really cruel.
The leader was first rebelled by those close to him, then his beloved (the corpse leader) was taken away, and finally the entire organization was destroyed, leaving no one alive...
It seemed that this was not enough. A mountain collapse and the ground cracked, turning the entire Wangui Mountain into ruins.
From a certain perspective, Jun Mo is the most difficult to mess with.
It was not a matter of death to provoke him, but a bunch of deaths, unable to stop.
Thinking of this, Chu Muyun couldn't help sighing again.
This little laziness seems ruthless and desireless, and doesn't care about everything in the world, but in fact he still has a trace of kindness in his heart.
Because of this kind thought, he never irritated ordinary people who scolded him or even beat him. If he really cared, how could anyone dare to scold him?I'm afraid it's already gone.
Because of this, he was bullied and tortured, but even though he was always in despair, he did not want to abuse the power of the body of natural disasters.
Chu Muyun walked out of the dark, showing his body shape.
Jun Mo raised his head fiercely, staring at him with a pair of empty silver eyes.
Shen Yun has been dead for thousands of years, but obviously this young boy still remembers him.
Chu Muyun smiled, "Are you okay?"
Jun Mo remained silent, but stared at him firmly.
Chu Muyun stretched out his hand, hooked up his slipped hair, and put it on his thin shoulders: "We know?"
He asked deliberately, but after the question, you saw your empty silver eyes dimmed a bit.
There are so many people in the world with similar appearances, not to mention that Chu Muyun and Shen Yun are only five or six points similar. Upon closer inspection, you can understand that they are definitely not the same person.
Jun Mo shook his head and replied softly, "No."
Chu Muyun smiled: "It doesn't matter if you don't know each other. Even if you know each other from now on, my name is Ling Mu. What is your name?"
Jun Mo didn't respond much to the kindness that was sent to him. He just lowered his eyes slightly and said calmly, "Jun Mo."
Chu Muyun stretched out his hand to him: "If you don't have a place to go, can you follow me in the future?"
Jun Mo looked at his slender palm, his palm was dry, and he could feel the hot temperature without touching it... But he knew that if he was touched by him, the warmth would soon become deadly cold. .
Jun Mo retracted his gaze and refused: "No need."
Chu Muyun was not surprised, he looked at him with a smile, and said, "I have heard of your experience."
Jun Mo was unmoved: "In this case, please leave me alone."
Chu Muyun said again: "Maybe I have a way to get rid of the body of natural disasters."
Jun Mo suddenly looked up at him.
Chu Muyun smiled, "Would you like to try?"
Jun Mo remained silent, still looking at him so calmly.
Chu Muyun continued: "I have no relatives, no reason, no worries, and the worst result is just death."
"You see too much life and death, so you should get used to it... So, do you want to give it a try?"
Jun Mo finally said, "Why?"
Chu Muyun had a reason: "Living too long and knowing too much will make life very boring." He lowered the corner of his mouth lightly, and said with a hint of joking, "Just treat me as bored... …Challenge the "impossible"."
What he said was quite absurd, but Jun Mo was moved by the unexpected.
This man knows his physique, knows what he will bring him, and knows what his end will be in the end.
He was not pitying him, he was not trying to save him, nor was he gratifying his excessive compassion.
He told him straightforwardly: I'm just bored, I met you by chance and wanted to challenge.
There is no psychological burden, no emotional kidnapping, everything is so transparent.
Jun Mo didn't expect anything, but his heart twitched unexpectedly.
It is also unclear whether it is the additional effect brought by the similar appearance, or the words he said are too beautiful, anyway...Jun Mo nodded.
Chu Muyun smiled and stroked his soft hair very naturally with his palm, and said slowly: "Don't worry, people who will be hurt by natural disasters are not strong enough."
Jun Mo's body trembled slightly.
His actions, demeanor, and words are so familiar.
Even after a thousand years, he still remembers it fresh and never forgets it.
After all, those short years were the only peace and quiet in his long life.
Although in the end...
Watching the subtle changes in his expression, Chu Muyun asked softly, "You seem to...know me?"
After a pause, Jun Mo said, "You are very similar to an old friend of mine."
"Oh?" Chu Muyun asked, seemingly aroused by curiosity, "Does it look like this? I have never had a blood relative, I don't know where he is at the moment? Is it possible to meet?"
Jun Mo's eyes drooped slightly: "He is dead."
Chu Muyun found him without much effort.
In the desolate corner, there was no one around him approaching. He was curled up there, his long hair hanging down like a waterfall, and his body became thinner and thinner.And because the silver hair was too long, it fell on the ground, and it was in contact with the mud. The stray silver and the gray-brown land formed a sharp contrast, which made people feel unbearable to look at it.
It is estimated that all people who first see Jun Mo will feel pity.
After all, his appearance was so charming, thin and pitiful, even if his face was expressionless, but the translucent silver eyes seemed to be filled with sadness from time to time, leading people to want to take him in.
This is the idea of a good person, and of course many wicked people will be stimulated to abuse in their hearts after seeing him.
Such a look, such a temperament, arouses pity and depravity.
It's like falling into the silt of a beautiful gem, and can't help people wanting to continue to discredit him, contaminate him, and defile him.That kind of morbid pleasure will arouse many people's desire for violence.
But no matter what kind of person it is, it is the same to Jun Mo.
He has no cultivation base, so he cannot resist: he cannot refuse to take in, and he can only obey to plunder.
He can't prevent natural disasters from coming to those who are good to him, nor can he let disasters recognize the coming of evil people, so as not to hurt the innocent.
After countless experiences, after a long time, he no longer had any expectations for good and evil, good and bad.
Because no matter what, you can't escape a dead word in the end.
Chu Muyun looked at him from the side.
The silver-haired boy looked embarrassed, but in fact no one could really hurt him.
The cult leader 80% saw his appearance and wanted to be a male pet, so he kept it in the house, but in fact, he didn't even want to touch Jun Mo.
Jun Mo's consciousness can affect the body of natural disaster-although it can't be stopped, it can be strengthened.
It can be heard from the words of the villagers before.
At first they took in Jun Mo, but the old Wang's family had an accident, and they didn't hurt the Wang's youngest who retrieved Jun Mo.
Afterwards, although the whole village was robbed, they were lucky enough to meet Chu Muyun.
Looking at Wanguijiao again, that is really a tragic capital.
It was 80% that the leader had a wicked heart towards Jun Mo and made Jun Mo hate him, so the natural disasters that came down were really cruel.
The leader was first rebelled by those close to him, then his beloved (the corpse leader) was taken away, and finally the entire organization was destroyed, leaving no one alive...
It seemed that this was not enough. A mountain collapse and the ground cracked, turning the entire Wangui Mountain into ruins.
From a certain perspective, Jun Mo is the most difficult to mess with.
It was not a matter of death to provoke him, but a bunch of deaths, unable to stop.
Thinking of this, Chu Muyun couldn't help sighing again.
This little laziness seems ruthless and desireless, and doesn't care about everything in the world, but in fact he still has a trace of kindness in his heart.
Because of this kind thought, he never irritated ordinary people who scolded him or even beat him. If he really cared, how could anyone dare to scold him?I'm afraid it's already gone.
Because of this, he was bullied and tortured, but even though he was always in despair, he did not want to abuse the power of the body of natural disasters.
Chu Muyun walked out of the dark, showing his body shape.
Jun Mo raised his head fiercely, staring at him with a pair of empty silver eyes.
Shen Yun has been dead for thousands of years, but obviously this young boy still remembers him.
Chu Muyun smiled, "Are you okay?"
Jun Mo remained silent, but stared at him firmly.
Chu Muyun stretched out his hand, hooked up his slipped hair, and put it on his thin shoulders: "We know?"
He asked deliberately, but after the question, you saw your empty silver eyes dimmed a bit.
There are so many people in the world with similar appearances, not to mention that Chu Muyun and Shen Yun are only five or six points similar. Upon closer inspection, you can understand that they are definitely not the same person.
Jun Mo shook his head and replied softly, "No."
Chu Muyun smiled: "It doesn't matter if you don't know each other. Even if you know each other from now on, my name is Ling Mu. What is your name?"
Jun Mo didn't respond much to the kindness that was sent to him. He just lowered his eyes slightly and said calmly, "Jun Mo."
Chu Muyun stretched out his hand to him: "If you don't have a place to go, can you follow me in the future?"
Jun Mo looked at his slender palm, his palm was dry, and he could feel the hot temperature without touching it... But he knew that if he was touched by him, the warmth would soon become deadly cold. .
Jun Mo retracted his gaze and refused: "No need."
Chu Muyun was not surprised, he looked at him with a smile, and said, "I have heard of your experience."
Jun Mo was unmoved: "In this case, please leave me alone."
Chu Muyun said again: "Maybe I have a way to get rid of the body of natural disasters."
Jun Mo suddenly looked up at him.
Chu Muyun smiled, "Would you like to try?"
Jun Mo remained silent, still looking at him so calmly.
Chu Muyun continued: "I have no relatives, no reason, no worries, and the worst result is just death."
"You see too much life and death, so you should get used to it... So, do you want to give it a try?"
Jun Mo finally said, "Why?"
Chu Muyun had a reason: "Living too long and knowing too much will make life very boring." He lowered the corner of his mouth lightly, and said with a hint of joking, "Just treat me as bored... …Challenge the "impossible"."
What he said was quite absurd, but Jun Mo was moved by the unexpected.
This man knows his physique, knows what he will bring him, and knows what his end will be in the end.
He was not pitying him, he was not trying to save him, nor was he gratifying his excessive compassion.
He told him straightforwardly: I'm just bored, I met you by chance and wanted to challenge.
There is no psychological burden, no emotional kidnapping, everything is so transparent.
Jun Mo didn't expect anything, but his heart twitched unexpectedly.
It is also unclear whether it is the additional effect brought by the similar appearance, or the words he said are too beautiful, anyway...Jun Mo nodded.
Chu Muyun smiled and stroked his soft hair very naturally with his palm, and said slowly: "Don't worry, people who will be hurt by natural disasters are not strong enough."
Jun Mo's body trembled slightly.
His actions, demeanor, and words are so familiar.
Even after a thousand years, he still remembers it fresh and never forgets it.
After all, those short years were the only peace and quiet in his long life.
Although in the end...
Watching the subtle changes in his expression, Chu Muyun asked softly, "You seem to...know me?"
After a pause, Jun Mo said, "You are very similar to an old friend of mine."
"Oh?" Chu Muyun asked, seemingly aroused by curiosity, "Does it look like this? I have never had a blood relative, I don't know where he is at the moment? Is it possible to meet?"
Jun Mo's eyes drooped slightly: "He is dead."
