Apocalyptic Rebirth: The Palm of the Army Young Man

Mu Siran followed Si Yun and stood up.

But he felt that it wasn't enough, he turned to Si Yun and said with a smile, "Go ahead and walk again."

Si Yun didn't speak, but he walked forward with Mu Siran at his feet.

That is the direction of the capital.

That is their home.

Hearing what Mu Siran said, there were also the surrounding bodyguards.

They quickly cleared the obstacles ahead.

In this dark night, in this ruin, it is too quiet.

All were silent except for the sound of the clearing action.

They all looked at Mu Siran.

Mu Siran couldn't see it at all.

Maybe he was dying, but he actually saw the man in front of him.

The man was no longer as handsome as he used to be.

Instead, he is full of extravagance, noble and elegant, and his temperament is more gentle than his.

Even more charming when he smiles.

The first time they met, the man smiled softly at him.

That smile was something he would never forget for the rest of his life.

I don't even know when my heart was lost.

At this time, the man appeared again, right in front of him.

Just as he appeared in front of him back then, he brought him out of the abyss.

His hand stretched forward—

"You came?"

Mu Siran stretched out his hand towards the man.

The smile on his face was a gentle mess, with an unconscious satisfaction.

Si Yun watched as Mu Siran stretched out his hand into the air in front of him.

In front of them, there was no one else except the bodyguards who were clearing the obstacles.

The light in Mu Siran's eyes and the gentle expression on his face all showed what he saw.

Could it be that this is the phenomenon of returning to light and dying?

Si Yun wanted to pull his hand back.

Tell him it's all an illusion.

There is nothing in front of them.

But I can't wait for Si Yun to make a move.

Seeing that Mu Siran was free from his support, he walked towards the front.

Although every step was very laborious, the wounds on his body were still bleeding.

But in his eyes, there was only the person in front who also reached out to him and smiled softly at him.

It seems that since entering Jun's house, he has never seen such a smile from the other party.

Even if it was an extravagant wish, he never fulfilled it.

Now that I can see him before he dies, it is enough.

Even if you know it's an illusion, so what.

All he wanted from beginning to end was that person's smile.

Just like back then, he smiled sincerely and tenderly at him and asked him if he would follow him.

Soon, it was about to touch that hand.

Mu Siran moved forward, stumbling along.

He wanted to touch the man's outstretched hand.

He knew how warm that hand was.

About to touch that hand.

Mu Siran ran like a moth to a flame.

But why, obviously it is about to touch, and it is getting farther and farther.

He ran hard.

He covets the warm package and covets the tenderness of the other party.

"Musiran!"

However, this was eventually broken.

Si Yun watched Mu Siran run forward quickly regardless of the wound, and the smell of blood became stronger.

He stopped him loudly.

If this goes on, Mu Siran will soon die.

For that unrealistic hallucination, a moth-to-fire death, it shouldn't be.

When Mu Siran heard the sound in his ear, he had already seen it.

Where is the figure of that person in front of him.

Total darkness.

Everything was just his imagination.

The man was far away in the capital and didn't even know they were on the road.

Not to mention their current predicament.

All this is fake after all.