Morning Star

Why did he go looking for the black-hearted monster?

Yesterday, the evil-hearted evildoer looked like he was going to chop him down, but he wasn't afraid...

"Oh!"

"roll!"

"Oh!"

Before she could finish asking the questions in her mind, she saw Zhuohua, who had just knocked on the door and walked in, flying out from the door.

No, to be more precise, it was thrown out.

The open door was immediately closed.

"..."

Chujiu shrugged.

Sure enough.

Zhuohua lay on the ground pitifully, and it took him a long time to recover. He looked at Mo Xinglan's closed door with grievance: "Brother Xinglan..."

He just wanted to stay with Brother Xinglan, why did Brother Xinglan throw him out? Brother Xinglan seemed to dislike him very much. What did he do wrong?

Chujiu came to his side and looked down at him with a speechless look: "You..."

I wanted to comfort him, but I didn't know where to start. After thinking about it, I decided to give up and changed my words: "Forget it."

He sighed and went back to his room, lying on the bed and continuing to sleep.

But I couldn't sleep at all.

She had no choice but to get out of bed and read the book that Kongming gave her.

After watching for a while, she remembered the move that Mo Xinglan taught her in the psychedelic forest. She thought it was amazing.

So he ran downstairs and came to the backyard of the inn.

The strange thing is that she didn't see any trace of Zhuohua. She thought that he couldn't stay with Mo Xinglan and went out to find Chu Furong.

She didn't think any more about it. She sat cross-legged on the ground and began to recall the method Mo Xinglan taught her that day and began to gain insights.

But after pondering for a long time, I always felt that something was missing. It seemed that I lacked confidence.

She looked up at the spiritual energy floating in the sky. The spiritual energy in Piaomiao Domain was obviously very rich, but why couldn't she gather that spiritual energy above her head so that she could use it whenever she wanted?

The dense spiritual energy above her head that day was gathered there by Mo Xinglan, right? Then why couldn't she do it? Was there any trick to this?

After thinking for a while, many ideas came to her mind. She listed them and started to try them one by one.

When she tried the fifth idea, she suddenly felt a pain in her chest and a mouthful of blood gushed out. She was so scared that she quickly sat down to regulate her breathing.

She still felt a little uncomfortable after the breath-regulation. She felt that she couldn't do it on her own. She didn't know what was wrong with her body and was a little scared.

She ran upstairs and arrived at Mo Xinglan's door. She was so anxious that she even forgot to knock and just pushed the door open.

Before she could finish her words, she froze in place.

Mo Xinglan was wearing a snow-white bathrobe, tied around his waist by a belt nearly three fingers wide, which showed off his slender waist to the fullest.

The wet black hair casually draped over her back and shoulders, and the water on her hair soaked most of her bathrobe. The half-wet bathrobe stuck to her skin, and you could vaguely see the skin underneath the bathrobe.

Half of the white calf was exposed at the healed part of the bathrobe, and there were a few drops of water on the calf. The water drops slid down due to gravity and slid from the bare feet to the ground, leaving a few water marks on the ground where they stood.

My goodness, the evil-hearted demon is bathing, or just getting out of the bath. If she had come a minute earlier, would she have been able to see the beauty bathing? And by the way, she could have also seen the beauty getting out of the bath.

Oh...that picture is so beautiful.

Wait, she seemed to have come in without knocking...

Just as he was about to apologize, Mo Xinglan spoke first: "Miss Chu, do you not need to knock when you enter my room now?"

When did she start entering his room without knocking?

But why did she just stand there, not saying anything or moving? If he didn't ask her, did she plan to just stand there and look at him?

Chujiu was confused for a moment, and stammered guiltily: "Um... I... I... I'm sorry... I was too anxious, so I didn't knock on the door."

After saying that, she stepped back, held the door and helped him close it, completely forgetting why she came to see him.

But as soon as her hand touched the door, Mo Xinglan called her.

"stop."

"Ok?"

She paused and looked over with a puzzled look.

Seeing him frowned: "What's wrong with you?"

"What...what's going on?" She looked confused.

Mo Xinglan looked at her hesitantly for a while and said, "Are you hurt?"

"..." She didn't react for a moment and blinked twice.

After looking at each other for a while, Chujiu finally remembered. He clenched his fist and knocked on the palm of his other hand, and suddenly realized, "Yes, I was injured just now."

Mo Xinglan: “…”

How big is her heart? She is hurt and needs him to remind her?

He sighed, closed his eyes gently, and used his spiritual energy to dry the water off his body. During this time, his sleeves moved without wind, and his black hair fluttered.

Chujiu stared at the scene in amazement.

She couldn't help but sigh, this is the best of a banished immortal, right? And his trick was really amazing, she also wanted to learn it.

In just a moment, the water on Mo Xinglan's body was dried, and his clothes and hair stopped swaying. He opened his eyes and looked at Chujiu, and saw her staring at him stupidly.

He opened his mouth to call her, but started coughing before the words came out.

"Are you feeling unwell?" Chujiu came to his senses and asked worriedly. Then he went forward, picked up the teapot, poured a glass of water and handed it to him.

Mo Xinglan took a look at the water, gently pushed it away with the back of his hand, and sat down at the table.

Chujiu looked at the water in the cup, walked over with confusion, put the cup on the table, found a stool and sat next to him facing him.

Without waiting for him to say anything, she rolled up her sleeves, placed her hands on the table, and moved closer to him, then stared at him innocently.

"..."

Mo Xinglan looked at the white and tender arm placed on the table beside him, and then looked at her.

Why did she suddenly become so self-aware? But it saved him a lot of trouble.

Without thinking much, he raised his hand and placed his fingertips on her wrist pulse.

After a while, he frowned, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, and looked up at her.

Chujiu had been staring at him, so he naturally saw all his facial expressions. He immediately took a breath and swallowed.

"Relax. Why are you so nervous?" Mo Xinglan frowned.

After saying that, he let go of her hand.

Chujiu withdrew his hand and clasped his hands together nervously on his legs.

How could she not be nervous? The person sitting opposite her was a doctor. When the doctor frowned, she felt that she would lose a few years of her life. And he looked so serious, she suddenly felt that she was going to die soon.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down, but he still hesitated when he opened his mouth, with a trembling voice that showed he couldn't accept the fact: "Well, well, I, I...what's wrong with me? Am I...going to...die?"

When she finished speaking, her eyes were filled with tears and her voice was choked with sobs.

"?" Mo Xinglan was puzzled, "Kill the pigtail?"

He looked at her head from left to right. Didn't she not have her hair braided today?

Seeing her eyes full of tears and the look of being about to cry, he seemed to understand what she meant by "kicking the bucket".

He smiled helplessly and said, "I haven't said anything yet, why are you crying?"