The waste is going to strike back

Chapter 211 You have gone too far!

Mu Xin felt the rolling stopped, so he raised his head and looked towards where they were originally. He found a fire there and a pile of scrap copper and iron was vague and indistinct in the flickering light.

It looked like if he hadn't escaped before, he and the man would have been hit by the pile of things, and the fire on them would have fallen on his clothes and started burning. Under the double attack, it would be hard to survive.

"Ahem, are you okay?"

It was Yan Shaohui's voice. Mu Xin stared at the blazing fire in a daze, then his neck began to twist mechanically, and his face met Yan Shaohui's.

The bright firelight lit up the entire bottom of the pit, and Mu Xin could see clearly that the person who had knocked him down as soon as he came out and even wanted to attack him was Yan Shaohui.

"Xiao Xin? You..."

“Plop!” “Snap!”

When Mu Xin suddenly realized that it was Yan Shaohui, he suddenly gained strength, pushed Yan Shaohui away, and then raised his hand and slapped Yan Shaohui.

"You've gone too far!"

Yan Shaohui is going too far! This is Mu Xin's only thought at this moment.

Yan Shaohui's face was slapped to the side by Mu Xin, which shows how much strength Mu Xin used and how angry Mu Xin is now.

"sorry."

Yan Shaohui knew that there was nothing he could do now except apologize.

He took the risk and went to Xiahou Yunjie's laboratory alone, making Mu Xin worry about him. Later, he fought against Xiahou Yunjie and Ming Xiche's men. He didn't know what tricks the other party used, but the more he fought, the more confused he became. After being stabbed several times by those people, his eyes went black and he knew nothing.

When he woke up again, he must have been stimulated by Xiahou Yunjie's unknown method to generate the bloodthirsty gene in his body, causing him to fall into a state of frenzy.

At that time, I knew nothing until my fangs were about to pierce Mu Xin's neck. Mu Xin's body trembled, and that low whisper miraculously brought me back to consciousness.

Mu Xin's slightly pale face was reflected in his red eyes, and his heart was filled with pity and tenderness.

It was also because of Mu Xin’s call that it worked.

He clearly felt that the redness in his eyes was slowly fading away, but because he was too sleepy, and probably in order to regain consciousness, he just called out "my firewood" in a daze, and then tilted his head and fell asleep on Mu Xin's shoulder.

In his dream, he dreamed of his future with Mu Xin. He and Mu Xin lived in a wooden house by the river and had two dogs. When he had nothing to do, he would go fishing by the river. In the evening, he would make a fire and grill fish as dinner for the two of them.

Mu Xin would play with the dog, talk to him when he was fishing, and clean up the house when he was really bored.

The modern version of men farming and weaving is indeed a very simple life, but in Yan Shaohui's view, it is full of happiness.

Before Yan Shaohui could enjoy his happiness, a bomb came from nowhere and blew up their wooden house. The river water turned into red molten lava, surging with murderous aura.

But Mu Xin and their dog disappeared, leaving him alone and not knowing where to go.

Yan Shaohui woke up with the sound of explosions echoing in his ears.

The beautiful dream turned into a nightmare. Yan Shaohui subconsciously called out Mu Xin's name and opened his eyes. Then he felt a real burning sensation on his back. In fact, his consciousness was not fully awake at that time. Thanks to his own sense of crisis, driven by his sixth sense, he subconsciously hugged Mu Xin tightly and took Mu Xin away from there.

And then……

He was slapped by Mu Xin, and of course, he accepted it willingly.

He deserves it, doesn't he?

"I know I went too far, Xiao Xin." Yan Shaohui carefully avoided the wound on Mu Xin's shoulder that he had scratched just now, and then gently hugged him, "I'm sorry for making you worry."

"Bastard!" Mu Xin's eyes were sore, his fists were clenched, he lay in Yan Shaohui's arms, and finally began to cry.

He didn't know why he was crying, but his eyes were sore, especially when he really saw Yan Shaohui and knew he was still alive, he couldn't hold back his tears.

Listening to his lover's muffled sobs, didn't Yan Shaohui feel a pang of pain in his heart?

But he knew that it would be better to let Mu Xin cry loudly than to stop him from crying.

He and Mu Xin had too many responsibilities on their shoulders and too many tasks to complete. Under such great pressure, they also had to worry about their own comfort, so Yan Shaohui could understand Mu Xin's emotional breakdown.

All he could do at this moment was to hug Mu Xin, stroke his back with his palm, and give him silent comfort and encouragement.

After a long time, Mu Xin slowly stopped sobbing. By this time, the collar of Yan Shaohui's shirt had been washed by her tears and was wet.

Seeing that the person lying on his chest slowly calmed down, Yan Shaohui gently lifted up Mu Xin's head, supported his chin, and stared closely at his peach blossom eyes, which seemed particularly red, swollen and moist due to crying.

"Like a little rabbit, with red eyes." Yan Shaohui curled his lips and teased Mu Xin.

Mu Xin curled his lips indifferently, then raised his hand and roughly wiped his eyes, wiping away the tears that were still on his eyelashes.

Yan Shaohui glared at him in reproach, then gently massaged Mu Xin's eyelids with his fingers, "Are you still angry with me? Huh?"

The rough fingertips conveyed warmth and a signal of pleading for mercy to Mu Xin through the thin eyelids. Mu Xin's originally somewhat annoyed heart was immediately smoothed out by this rare tenderness.

"If I were really angry, it wouldn't have been just that one slap." Mu Xin pulled away Yan Shaohui's hand that was massaging his eyes, then looked up at his face. Not far away, a pile of scrap copper and iron was still flaming, lighting up the dark bottom of the pit. The red light made the obvious slap mark on Yan Shaohui's face look a little scary, making Mu Xin wonder if he had really hit him too hard.

"Does it hurt?" Mu Xin asked Yan Shaohui with a little concern.

Yan Shaohui raised his eyebrows, then subconsciously stroked his face which was slapped by Mu Xin.

Well, I didn’t feel anything before, but now I feel a burning pain.

but……

"It doesn't hurt." Yan Shaohui looked at Mu Xin and wanted to touch his cheek, but for some reason he seemed a little hesitant. He was probably frightened by the slap mark on his face.

So Yan Shaohui decided to go all out and simply held Mu Xin's hand and put it on his face. "Feel it and see if it really hurts. It just looks scary, haha."

Mu Xin only felt that the skin on the palm of his hand was a little hot and a little swollen.