Dressed as a villain's stepmother, I use spiritual springs to raise cubs

"Bah, if you don't want to send me down the mountain, then you all follow Yama to Hell."

Qin Tiansheng scolded angrily in a low voice, and when he heard the voice from the hillside, he felt a sense of joy in his heart.

As long as the members of the Deng family hold onto that hell Shura, wouldn't he have time to go down the mountain?

Qin Tiansheng's eyes lit up, and he headed down the mountain.

In the sound of rain, the sound of heavy footsteps is still slowly approaching.

He accidentally tripped over the tree stump at his feet and fell to the ground: "What road is this?"

Qin Tiansheng struggled to get up, but only a pair of black boots came into view.

The bone-piercing chill gripped his heart almost instantly.

As soon as he got up, he felt a sharp pain in his calf.

"what--"

Qin Tiansheng howled heart-piercingly, lowered his head, and could still see his calf under the man's scabbard, smashed into an inhuman appearance little by little.

The culprit's entire face was already soaked by rain, and his black hair was sticky on the side of his face. He could only vaguely see the black eyes in the gap, and wanted to back away in fear.

The man's scabbard suddenly changed direction, like a winter icicle falling towards his knees.

The ear-piercing screams suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Qin Tiansheng almost lost his voice in pain, rolled his eyes and fell to the ground.

And the blade in Mo Che's hand was gradually withdrawn, his expression indifferent.

"You can only eat this bit of torture, it's really... trash."

"Master!"

Qian Mingshu suddenly slid down the hillside. Seeing that the blade in Mo Che's hand was aimed at the opponent's neck, he quickly stretched out his hand, "You can't kill people randomly! This is the capital city, not our Qingshan Town!"

"Father!" Mo Qian also slid down, "He is the son of Jishitang, no matter what we do, we can't kill him."

Mo Che's movements froze for a moment.

Qian Mingshu hurriedly pulled up the people on the ground, and on the hillside, Liu Pipa was directing people to tie the five members of Deng's family to the back of the cart, looking down at Qin Tiansheng at the bottom of the hillside, exclaiming and covering his Mouth.

that leg...

It doesn't look like it can be twisted by human power.

Qian Mingshu was also very frightened. Seeing Qin Tiansheng's distraught look, he slapped him directly: "Where's Xia Bai'an!"

"I...you..."

"Let me ask you, where is Xia Bai'an?" Qian Mingshu slapped him twice vigorously.

One side of Qin Tiansheng's cheek was bruised and swollen, but he still hesitated and couldn't answer.

Qian Mingshu still wanted to throw his fist, but Mo Che said in a cold voice: "I know where Bai An is, take this group of people back, Qian'er, what my father taught you before can be applied to them."

A flash of surprise flashed in Mo Qian's eyes, but he soon understood what was going on, and his face darkened.

"Qian'er understands, third uncle, let's go back first."

"But Xia Bai'an still..."

"Daddy will definitely not treat mother badly, let's go first."

Mo Qian pushed Qian Mingshu up the slope, but he just picked up Qin Tiansheng's back collar, his eyes turned cold, "Later, I'd better send Mr. Qin back intact, and say he broke it outside. leg."

After finishing speaking, before Qian Mingshu took over.

Mo Qian's small body didn't know where the strength came from, but he dragged people up the hillside.

No bypassing those stumps and stones.

Every step goes up.

Qin Tiansheng was about to shout out at the top of his lungs, and his hands almost left bloodstains in the fallen leaves on the ground, but Mo Qian's pace still did not stop.

Qian Mingshu followed closely, looked at his leg, and swallowed.

Even if Hua Tuo was alive, this leg would definitely be lost.

The father and son are more ruthless than the other.

Qian Mingshu turned his head, but Mo Che behind him had disappeared. He didn't dare to ask any more questions, so he quickly followed Mo Qian to climb up.

……

Mo Che quickly walked through the rain curtain, and finally came under a big tree.

He put Xia Bai'an here before, leaving only his cloak hidden in his clothes to wrap her up.

But at this moment, Xia Bai'an was wrapped in his cloak, dawdling with winking eyes like silk, the only hand exposed outside scratched several marks on the ground, and a medicine bottle was not far away from her.

It should be that she took out the medicine, but she didn't hold it firmly, and rolled down the ramp.

Mo Che should have thought so.

But at the first moment, he pulled her up and hugged her into his icy arms, with his fingertips passing through her fingers, interlocking his fingers, while pressing her head into the socket of his neck.

Xia Bai'an burrowed into his arms in a daze, murmuring indistinctly: "Medicine...my medicine."

"and many more."

Mo Che hugged her waist greedily, knelt on the ground again, and kissed her ear tip sideways.

The untimely distracting thoughts in my heart flooded into my mind again.

Maybe, it can be done halfway.

She is his own wife.

There is nothing that cannot be done.

With a sullen face, he pulled him into his arms: "I can also be your antidote, as long as you nod."

As long as you agree.

Mo Che was thinking greedily, inexplicably wanting to hear her calling his name.

The next moment, Xia Bai'an's hands hugged him tightly, and Mo Che's fingertips moved down slowly, but he felt something warm pass through the rain curtain and land on his neck, and a low sob sounded.

"No...no, I just want my medicine...it's so cold and hot here, I'm so sick."

Mo Che suddenly pulled himself out of the mire of thoughts.

His back was almost drenched in rain, the person in his arms was obviously hot all over, but his fingertips were icy cold.

This is not a good place.

Rational return.

Mo Che still hugged her to pick up the bottle of medicine, opened the lid, swallowed all the pills inside, chewed some before putting it into the other party's mouth.

The sound of the rain was getting louder, and Mo Che felt that she was gradually no longer struggling, and instead fell on his shoulders and necks as if she lost strength, and those eyes that were charming like silk also slowly closed, leaving only the Nasal breathing came.

"Let's go home."

Mo Che calmed down a little, and only found something strange on his body when he got up.

In this case, his body can still respond to Xia Bai'an.

Really are……

With deep eyes, he wrapped her tightly with a cloak that was still slightly dry, and then used his wet cloak to shield her from the wind and rain, and led her back to Mochizhuang.

He took Xia Bai'an back to the Mochi Manor. Liu Pipa had been waiting for a long time. Seeing Xia Bai'an in his arms, he quickly opened the door to lead the way: "Come in quickly, and see if she has any injuries."

"Bring her medicine chest, don't let anyone else in."

Qian Mingshu carried him back to the room, where there were already hot water and cloth towels.

Liu Pipa followed suit one by one, but she was too worried to leave, so it was Qian Mingshu who brushed her hair and grabbed her wrist.

"He's worried about his wife, you're not Xia Bai'an's sister, what are you worried about?"

"Why are you not in a hurry?" Liu Pipa looked back at Qian Mingshu helplessly, "Didn't you already see the appearance of that young master, Mr. Mo Che lost his temper so much, if..."

"If you went to listen to how Mo Qian interrogated that family now, you wouldn't just worry about Master alone."

Qian Mingshu pulled Liu Pipa away, "I see that both father and son are vicious characters, and only a fool like Xia Bai'an is worried about whether they will get hurt, so don't worry about it."