Mu Fan's eyes were dark and he lowered his eyes.

"Puchi..." The sharp weapon penetrated into his abdomen, Mu Fan's face was pale, and blood was overflowing from the corners of his mouth. He was very sensitive, quick, accurate and ruthless. At the same time, he suffered the life of the person in front of him, and the other party couldn't even whimper.

"Cough cough..." Mu Fan covered his abdomen, the wound was torn a lot, the flesh surging, and blood was constantly overflowing from inside. His face was pale and almost transparent, his body was trembling, and he could hardly stand steadily. He half-squatted in front of Yan Bai, and forced a smile on his cold face, but he looked a little pale and powerless.

"It's okay, it's okay, don't be afraid." Mu Fan stretched out his hand to look at Yan Bai. He seemed to want to embrace Yan Bai's arms. The strong smell of blood on Mu Fan's body came to Yan Bai's nose, stimulating her sensitive and fragile nerves. Yan Bai lowered her eyes and stared at Mu Fan's clothes stained with blood. Her eyes were clear, she played with the knife in her hand, bent the corners of her lips, and sat on a high platform with her legs hanging in the air, making people unable to understand what she was thinking.

"Why?" Yan Bai looked at Mu Fan in confusion, as if he didn't quite understand why Mu Fan wanted to do this, blocking her in front of her. The person who wanted to kill was her, not him. She didn't understand this feeling very much. She just frowned slightly. There seemed to be someone in my memory who had done this before. She couldn't see his face clearly. She only remembered that it was very cold that day, and his body was also very cold. The night was so dark that it couldn't melt. No matter how she called, he ignored her.

His body was filled with holes pierced by bullets. She wanted to ask him if it hurts, but he ignored her.

The heart was slightly tightened and painful. Yan Bai didn't remember who that person was. No matter how he thought about it, he couldn't see the face clearly. She frowned and looked at Mu Fan in front of her.

"Host, what are you thinking? I feel that Mu Fan is good to you. Did he really have a pair with you in the past? You just forgot him now. Maybe, you can try to trust others?" 114 looked at Yan Bai's distressed look and spoke, as if he wanted to relieve Yan Bai's confusion and pain.

Yan Bai heard 114's words and did not answer, but she still frowned.

"I love you." Mu Fan looked at Yan Bai's slightly confused expression. His phoenix eyes softened completely, his voice hoarsely. As he spoke, blood was overflowing from the corner of his mouth, as if he was already barely supporting his body. The man who looked strong on weekdays now looked a little fragile and pitiful. Mu Fan stretched out his hand to stroke Yan Bai's cheek. The originally cold voice softened now. He was extremely serious and stared at Yan Bai's pupils.

"Whether it was the past, present, or the future, I would be willing to do anything for you. I would not let anyone hurt you. I never want to deceive you. I just don't want to remind you of those painful memories."

"Even if you forget everything about us, it doesn't matter. Can we still have the chance to start over? We are lovers, everything about me belongs to you, including my life." Mu Fan spoke, and he pulled Yan Bai into his arms. Yan Bai obediently did not struggle. She lowered her eyes, making people unable to see what she was thinking.

"Then..." Yan Bai raised the knife in her hand, and she looked at Mu Fan with a sweet smile.
Chapter completed!