Under the candlelight, the woman's cold face seemed particularly gentle, yet also had a sense of illusion. Chu Xi raised his head and stared at her.

The slightly cool fingertips smeared the ointment on the wound on his back again and again. He clearly saw the eyes under the eyelashes like goose wings, shining with gentle pity.

Chu Xi's heart moved, and his eyes fell on those red lips. He seemed to think of something, and then turned his head awkwardly, but his eyes happened to fall on the small white porcelain bottle in Mu Ci's hand.

Because the body of this small white medicine porcelain bottle was so unique and exquisite, Chu Xi still had some impression of it. He thought of the first day he woke up, and the first thing he saw was this white porcelain bottle.

The small porcelain bottle was placed safely aside, as if it had been placed there with care and love by someone.

Although he angrily threw the bottle against the wall at first due to his preconceived notions from his previous life, now that he saw it so closely, he naturally thought of the familiar white porcelain bottle that he had smashed to pieces.

So this scene really happened? The day before he came?

Everything that happened with this person was my past self. When Chu Xi thought of this, he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. Although he knew clearly that his past self was also himself, he still felt a little sour.

Is he trying to be hard on his past self because of the woman in front of him who he couldn't understand from the very beginning?

Chu Xi put aside the messy thoughts that suddenly popped up in his mind, and then quietly watched the illusion of everything happening before his eyes.

He seemed to have no intention of interrupting the illusion before his eyes, and just let the illusion push him step by step through the same things that happened to Mu Ci.

Chu Xi's eyes were clear, without the slightest sign of confusion, but everything he showed seemed as if he was deliberately immersed in it, making it difficult to understand.

Soon, the scene changed from the daily life with Mu Ci to Chu Xi sitting in a hall.

Standing in the middle was a newlywed couple, both wearing red wedding attire. Standing together, they looked like a couple from the gods.

Chu Xi sat there, looking at that familiar face, and found it extremely dazzling.

It was Mu Ci and Bai Anwu.

How could such a scene appear in this illusion? Could it be that this is what he fears most?

Chu Xi sneered, but the coldness on the corners of his mouth did not subside in the slightest.

After living a second life, his mental strength was much stronger than that of others, so this illusion was nothing but a trick to him, and it could not devour his consciousness at all. So from the beginning when the illusion showed him the painful sufferings he had endured in his past life, to the subsequent appearance of Mu Ci, he had always maintained a firm will, without the slightest chance of being eroded.

But now, seeing this dazzling scene in front of him, Chu Xi's mind was a little uneasy, and a small hole appeared in the defense line of his consciousness. The erosion of the illusion poured in through that small hole without any reservation, devouring Chu Xi's consciousness bit by bit.

Chu Xi had a cold face and tried to calm himself, but in the background, the two people standing in the center of the hall, who were the center of attention at the moment, continued their wedding ceremony.

There were noisy discussions and congratulations in his ears, and the red color in front of him and the smile on Mu Ci's lips burned Chu Xi's eyes.

He was so annoyed that he didn't think any more. Chu Xi stood up, walked to the center of the hall, took Mu Ci's hand, and walked out.

The bride was taken away in such a grand manner, but the guests in the hall seemed to be unaware of it. Even Bai Anwu, who was dressed in a groom's suit, stood still without moving. He just watched quietly in the direction where Chu Xi was pulling "Mu Ci" away, with his usual faint and reserved smile on his face.

After walking out of the hall completely, Chu Xi realized belatedly what he had done.

At this moment, his eyes were already a little cloudy.

He let go of Mu Ci's hand, then turned around and looked at her intently.

"Mu Ci" was wearing a bright red wedding dress, which was as dazzling as fire, and even diluted her past alienation and indifference. She stood in front of Chu Xi, staring at him without blinking, with a smile of confidence on her lips.

Her voice was filled with infinite tenderness and affection, and she said softly, "Chu Xi, you like me."

It was not a question; it was said with great conviction, and there seemed to be a sparkle of spring in those eyes.

Chu Xi didn't say anything, but just stood there, looking at her motionlessly, with complicated feelings surging in his heart.

"Mu Ci" chuckled again, "I am also fond of you, and I keep you at the top of my heart every day. Since you snatched me away, you want to be with me."

After she finished speaking, the smile on her face seemed to become even brighter. "Mu Ci" leaned over, opened his arms, and slowly put his arms around Chu Xi, hugging him in his arms.

"In that case, how about we stay together forever?"

Where Chu Xi couldn't see, "Mu Ci" held an extremely sharp dagger in his right hand that was reflecting the light. The tip of the dagger was pointing directly at Chu Xi's heart on his back.

And just as the last word fell, the tip of the knife stabbed fiercely towards the place where it was aimed.

Elsewhere, Mu Ci, who had just parted ways with Chu Xi, met the person who was sent by the leader to assassinate her.

The combined strength of these monks was comparable to hers, and while Mu Ci was fighting with them, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her heart. Mu Ci was not paying attention and was stabbed in the shoulder by a sword from a monk on the other side.

Mu Ci groaned, moved away, and jumped to another place. However, at this moment, blood was constantly oozing out of her shoulder.

What happened to Chu Xi's family?

Mu Ci was a little confused, but he still tried his best to calm his mind and concentrate on dealing with these troublesome guys in front of him.

She had previously used a forbidden technique with a certain elixir as a guide to bind Chu Xi's soul to hers, but this was only one-sided.

That is to say, if something happened to Chu Xi, she would receive an immediate response, but if something happened to Mu Ci, Chu Xi would not be aware of it at all.

This was originally used to protect Chu Xi. In the end, they were still worried that he would encounter some unpredictable or even unpredictable hardships and risks. After all, this gang has not yet become truly strong.

Although Mu Ci's change was not very obvious, the monks who came to assassinate her still noticed it vaguely. She was anxious and wanted to get away as soon as possible.

So these monks looked at each other, and then their moves became more and more difficult to deal with. The idea was to give Mu Ci no chance to escape, make her lose her balance, and then take her down with one final move.

After a period of stalemate, Mu Ci got annoyed and attacked these monks head-on with a fearless style.

Finally, after a hundred moves, Mu Ci knocked all of them down, and then temporarily locked their souls one by one and released them later.

Mu Ci was covered in wounds at the moment, including some serious internal injuries, but she didn't care about that at all. She just followed the direction indicated, with a cold face, and rushed towards Chu Xi.

The author has something to say: The day before yesterday, I lost a spelling game with my friends in the group and was punished to sing.

After requesting the song, the tune-deaf Erqing Band played "It's Not a Sin for a Man to Cry" on repeat almost the entire day.

Emmmmmmm, accept tomorrow's public execution.