About my eyes being reincarnated as my husband

Chapter 21

After verification, it can be 100% sure that Mumu is real material, not an illusion.

As the only truth, together with Lin Qingquan, both were trapped in the illusion.

The illusion is the body of the demon, another way of saying it is the realm of the demon.Noumenon and realm are just the difference between common names and scientific names.

Low-level demons are terrifying and vicious in appearance, making people shy away from them.

I still remember the first demon I met in Osaka, Jie was a flowing and viscous fish egg, which was corrosive.Anyone who sees the world is terrified.

It is a typical low-level demon.

And high-level demons will make people hard to guard against its realm, and they may fall into the realm without paying much attention or even a little inattentiveness.

Just like the one I met today, the main body is a fantasy like a beautiful dream, and Lin Qingquan came in without knowing it.

Who would have thought that a demon could possess such an invisible, formless, and intangible body.

As expected of a high-level demon.

Mu Mu began to pull around.It touched the gaps between the mountain walls, peeled away the pistils deep in the wild flowers in the mountains, even the dust on the grass roots and every curl of burning clouds in the sky, and had to observe them one by one.

It is checking one by one to find out which one is the mimicry of the devil's heart.

"Don't waste your efforts. As big as my subconscious is, this illusion can be as big as it is. There is no limit at all. You will never be able to find it all."

Lin Qingquan simply leaned against the mountain wall, sat cross-legged, and patted the space beside him, "Sit down and have a rest. Don't worry, my death is not yet here. Although this demon's realm is advanced, it is controllable." , there are flaws. We can break through the boundary sooner or later, not bad for a while."

After speaking, he patted his side again, looked at Mumu with tentative eyes, and said, "Come and sit next to me."

Because of the rain, the space beside him had accumulated water into a low-lying puddle.Rainwater mixed with silt and dead leaves, it was all dirty mud.

Mu Mu meekly put down the stone, followed his instructions, and sat down in the puddle, his white clothes suddenly muddy.

Really obedient.

Lin Qingquan saw that its silver-white kimono was stained, that its back was kept straight all the time, and that although it was a devil's tire scolded by thousands of people, its every move was full of aristocratic bearing.

He smiled playfully.

But he didn't say a word.

The two were speechless, snuggling together, listening to the sound of the pattering rain quietly.They had already been drenched by the rain, no different from taking a cold bath.

"I'm so bored." After a while, Lin Qingquan said, "Listen to music? Why don't you let me play a song for you."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, a mahogany violin appeared in his hand.

Lin Qingquan plucked the empty strings a few times, felt the thick mahogany wood, and made a light sound with his knuckles on the backboard.

He knew in his heart that this violin was an illusion.

——It is an illusion constructed by the devil based on his subconscious impression of the violin.

But it's so boring now, it's better to live in the moment and have fun in fantasy.

He stared at the violin, blinked his eyes, and looked very cute in a daze.

Lin Qingquan looked at it, and smiled: "I am not only good at using a gun, but I can also play the violin. I will play the violin against the devil today, and let you see what classical music and Western instruments are."

He tried to pull it a few times, but found that the violin was not high enough, so he took down the violin and turned the peg to adjust to the correct pitch.However, the pitch is accurate, but the strings are too tight, and once the bow is drawn, the strings are easily broken.

Mumu took the violin from him.

It first loosens all the strings, and starts to adjust from the most important A string. The string action is deft and natural.In the end, the four strings are perfectly harmonious and self-contained, and there are no more dissonant noises.

After reading its series of skilled tuning actions.This was Lin Qingquan's biggest shock since time travelling.

"You can still tune?!"

Mu Mu couldn't speak, but nodded slightly, his face turned red, and the tips of his ears were also blood red.

It circled behind Lin Qingquan, pressed the keys with his left hand, and held the bow with his right hand, and the violin rested on his shoulder.

The posture of the two is close, very close.It was so close that Lin Qingquan could feel its breath hitting his neck.

The bow hair of the horsetail pulls out jade-like music on the four strings.Notes fly out from under the flexible bow, shining brightly, as if someone scooped up colorful pearls and threw them in front of your eyes, so your eyes are full of stars.The pitch is high and low, pulling people's minds into waves.It is said to be listening to music, but it feels like watching a drama with flesh and blood.

This skill is at the level of a master who can beat amateur player Lin Qingquan.

I wanted to show off myself, but in the end I pretended to be in the field that others are good at.

Lin Qingquan was a little unwilling, squinted his eyes, and took a peek at each other from the corner of his eye.

This guy, who plays the violin so well, wouldn't be an amnesiac time traveler with his own skills like me.

It's just that I transmigrated into the host, but it transmigrated into my magic tire.What a wonderful fate.

Lin Qingquan didn't say anything, and chose to remain silent.

In a sense, he decided to make full use of Mumu and let it live as his tool forever.

——Tools that are completely in your hands.

Since it wants to achieve this point, it must suppress its potential personality and memory, making it attached to itself both mentally and physically.

Let it always be like this, kind and ignorant, obedient and obedient to me.

Let it live for me.

Such a purpose is the best.

The graceful and tactful classical music is like the sun shining into the ears, elegant and bright, and the cheerful melody hits the soul.Lin Qingquan felt a dark pleasure in his heart.

Not long after, Mumu finished the last long coda, and stood opposite again.

It is still a little unfinished, the slender fingers rubbed the mahogany of the violin a little bit, and felt the texture and material of the mahogany.Despite its grotesque skin, its long-boned hand looks graceful as it presses the strings.

It stroked the violin, and its dark eyes revealed a sense of confusion.

Just like Lin Qingquan who would see a doctor and use a gun when he crossed over, Mumu played a cheerful violin in a daze based on the skills inherited from his previous life and relying on his excellent skills.

"It's over?" Lin Qingquan asked it.

Mu Mu hurriedly returned the violin with both hands, looking very apologetic.It's apologizing for the late return of the violin.

Lin Qingquan didn't pick it up for a long time, and deliberately left it hanging. He raised his bright black eyes, stared at it undisguisedly, and smiled while looking at it.

He didn't take the violin slowly until his eyes bled from embarrassment.

The moment he took the violin, he saw two small traditional characters on the back panel:

Winnie.

"Yunni?" Lin Qingquan almost cried out.

The moment his eyes touched these two words, his thoughts flew like jets.In an instant, a lot of chaotic and inexplicable information churns out in my mind, as if there are nine layers of soil built up in my head, shaking out ashes that are as charming as a thick fog.

"Yunni..." Lin Qingquan was stunned, "This is the name of my mother in the previous life."

Lin Qingquan couldn't remember his previous life.

But including mother's name, past life memories are like stubborn rocks on the bottom of the sea, existing in the subconscious for a long time.Although it appeared indistinctly, it has always existed.

And the violin that the devil extracted from his subconscious actually restored the name engraved on the violin.

Lin Qingquan vaguely remembered something.

"Winni was my mother. She died shortly after giving birth to me. In order for me to remember her, my dad engraved her name on the violin that I always play. That way whenever I pick up the violin, I can Seeing her name..."

Lin Qingquan paused, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.He began to talk endlessly, mocking himself: "It turns out that in my previous life, I didn't have my mother by my side. My understanding of my mother is limited to her name, and I don't know anything else. It's the same situation when I come to Edo now. I have never heard of my mother. Others have mentioned about my mother, and I have never seen her portraits or utensils in the hospital or house, and there is no spiritual seat of her in the Buddhist hall... No, the situation is worse than the previous life, because I don’t even I don't even know my mother's name!"

When he said this, he suddenly became enlightened.

Yes, Kobayashi Qingquan has no mother.

It turned out that Xiaolin Qingquan, like Lin Qingquan, was raised by his father alone.

Regardless of past life or present life, he didn't have a mother in these two lives.

"The role of mother has never been involved in my life." He said.

This sober cognition is like the light of righteousness descending from the sky, pure white and bright, without any sadness of lack of love.

Lin Qingquan took a few steps back, his back hit the mountain wall with a bang, causing a large expanse of numb pain.

But he smiled bluntly, with a kind of unruly and unreasonable madness floating between his soft and clean facial features.It was hard to believe that a person with puppy-like innocent eyes would make an expression that resembled Shura.

Seeing him like this, she immediately walked over and supported him worriedly.

"I got it!" Lin Qingquan shook Mu's shoulders excitedly, "I got it, I got it..."

Mumu was worried that he would faint from excitement, so she forcibly pressed his trembling shoulder.

"Do you still remember the package that the devil sent me, claiming that my mother sent Feijiao to send it here." Lin Qingquan said excitedly, "Laughing. Where did I get my mother?! I have never had a mother. In my previous life and this life, I They are all orphans of Heavenly Fiend!"

He looked at him with mixed feelings in his eyes.

Lin Qingquan was very happy, and when he was happy, he hugged his eyes tightly, "When the devil delivered the package, he used a method similar to hypnosis to convince me: I have a mother. It was when this wrong idea was planted in my mind that I began to lose my mind. Into the world of demons. Therefore, I have a mother—that is the first illusion. So that all the subsequent illusions are just rooted in the foundation of "I have a mother" and derived from it!"

The more he talked, the more excited he was, and in agitation, he even lifted Mu Mu's face, kissed its forehead unexpectedly, and made a loud sound.

All of a sudden, the eyes and ears were in chaos, petrified on the spot.It didn't come back to its senses at all, it didn't even care about being shy, and it was still very confused.The soft touch on the forehead seems to have planted a seed, fell into the pit of the heart, and instantly bloomed like a brocade, and the fallen leaves bear fruit.The sense of happiness is very warm, swelling up to the chest full.

This kind of feeling probably means that even the child's name has been thought up.

Lin Qingquan didn't care much, and said with a smile: "As long as this first illusion is broken, it will be done. We can go out, Mumu."

And stared at him in a daze, still haven't recovered.

Its eyes should have been tinged with twilight from the evening.But it looked at Lin Qingquan innocently, there was no impurity in it.

Lin Qingquan faced the twilight world, and said word by word: "I, past, present, and future, do not have a mother. Therefore, all these things do not exist."

The world is broken, and the scene is no longer reversed.

Instead it collapsed.

The rain stopped in mid-air.Numerous cracks appeared from the sky, and the cracks extended to the horizon and then to the ground, showing the shape of dense branches.

With a loud bang, everything shattered, shaking down like shards of a mirror.

The mountain was also broken.With nothing under their feet, Lin Qingquan and Mumu fell down.

In the intense fall, the eyes dragged Lin Qingquan past him, tightly protecting him in his arms...