Morning Star

"I was wondering..." She paused, smiled softly, looked up at him and continued, "What is the purpose of your blood?"

After saying that, he lowered his head and continued to apply the medicine, and added: "Why does the head of the Mo family insist on having your blood?"

Mo Xinglan frowned.

Did she just meet Mo Yun?

"Why aren't you talking?" Seeing that he didn't answer, she looked up at him and asked.

He came back to his senses, his face full of sarcasm: "The blood in my body can be of great use."

Chujiu pouted and picked up the gauze on the table and began to bandage him, saying disapprovingly: "How big can it be? Can it be compared to high-level spiritual medicine?"

Mo Xinglan didn't answer, but just smiled coldly with the corners of his mouth raised.

When she looked up, she happened to see the smile on his lips. She was startled and said uncertainly, "No, no way? Can it really be compared to high-level spiritual medicine?"

Wait! Did she discover something?

She remembered her brother saying that the blood of the All Saints' Body could be used as medicine.

No way, no way, it can't be such a coincidence?!

So the black-hearted monster not only has the Extreme Yin Body but also the All Saints Body?

Is there really such a coincidence in this world?

She suddenly felt like a thousand horses were running through her heart, running back and forth.

But when I calm down and think about it, I feel that he is quite pitiful.

This also explains why the Mo family leader wanted his blood.

High-grade spiritual medicines were extremely rare, not to mention blood that was better than high-grade spiritual medicines. Moreover, as long as people were alive, there would be endless high-grade spiritual medicines. This was like having a tool that was better than a high-grade spiritual medicine garden and specialized in making high-grade spiritual medicines.

Wouldn’t the black-hearted monster directly become a blood-making machine?

What exactly did the Mohists want to do with his blood?

"Every time Mo Hengsong asked you to bleed, didn't you ever resist?" Chujiu asked softly with his head down.

But as soon as she finished speaking, she felt that she was really stupid. With Mo Xinglan's personality, if he could resist, he would have resisted long ago. But he couldn't resist.

The strength of the middle stage of the Heavenly Spirit Realm is indeed impressive for people of the same generation, but he is still too young. Although he is gifted, he also needs time to grow. He is only seventeen years old, which is really too weak compared to those who are hundreds or thousands of years old. And the Mo family is one of the four major cultivation families in Hualing Continent.

Not to mention the Heavenly Spirit Realm, there are many more powerful masters. Not to mention Mo Hengsong and Su Rong, the five elders are at the White Emperor Realm. After all, the Chu family is also like this, and the elders are all at the White Emperor Realm.

There is a huge gap between the Heavenly Spirit Realm and the White Emperor Realm, and the difference in cultivation is huge. A cultivator in the early stage of the White Emperor Realm can easily kill a cultivator in the late stage of the Heavenly Spirit Realm, not to mention that Mo Xinglan is only in the middle stage of the Heavenly Spirit Realm.

Even if Mo Xinglan is so powerful that he can defeat monsters of higher levels and deal with one, or with his good brain, he can barely deal with two, but what about three or four? How can he deal with them?

And escaping is definitely impossible. The Mohist forces are all over Hualing, where can I escape to? The days of escaping will definitely not be easy.

If the resistance fails, his life will be dark. Maybe his cultivation will be abolished, and he will be locked up in a dark room, hanging by a thread, unable to die. That's when he will become a real blood-making tool.

Now at least he still has some freedom.

Mo Xinglan, who was listening to her words, had coldness and sarcasm in his eyes, and smiled: "Resistance? Haha..."

"..."

She felt a chill down her spine at his expression.

He wrapped the last piece of gauze around his wrist, tied it into a bow like last time, and then pulled his sleeve down to cover his wrist.

She lowered her head and hesitated for a moment before mustering up the courage to look up and smile at him: "I once heard a saying, the sky will always be bright, even without the sun."

She held his hand on the table with both of her own and looked at him firmly: "Mo Xinglan, just as the day will always dawn, your life will definitely get better."

Thinking carefully, from the first time I saw him, it seems that I have never seen a vision for the future in his eyes. His eyes always look at the world coldly and full of hostility.

"..."

Mo Xinglan paused.

The girl's words lingered in my ears for a long time.

A touch of warmth slowly spread from the hand being held along his arm to his entire body, as if trying to melt the frost in his small world. Along with this warmth, a small bright spot seemed to appear somewhere.

But the little bright spot had just appeared when the warmth in my hand left.

He lowered his head and stared blankly at the palm that seemed to still be warm, unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

It felt foreign and strange, something he had never experienced before as long as he could remember.

The feeling of the unknown made him feel uneasy, yet he also yearned for it inexplicably.

Chujiu took back his hand and stretched lazily, patted his tired back, looked at Mo Xinglan and said, "I don't have any recovery pills for you to take, but here are some candied dates."

As she spoke, she handed the candied dates to his mouth like a magic trick.

He then came to his senses and frowned as he looked at the candied dates beside his mouth.

Let him eat sweets again, are you treating him like a child?

He has eaten more sweets recently than in all the past. He doesn't like sweets, especially candied dates, which are too sweet. Who did this? Did he beat the candy seller to death?

Seeing that he didn't open his mouth for a long time, Chujiu stretched out a hand to pry open his lips and forced the candied dates in, then covered his mouth with his hand.

"I told you to eat, but you refused and I forced it into your mouth. Now it's okay." After feeding him, she quickly covered his lips without forgetting to say anything.

Mo Xinglan: “…”

He glared at her and reached out to pry her hand away from her lips.

After swallowing the candied dates in his mouth, he said unhappily, "Can't you try another way?"

Every time it made his mouth hurt and he almost choked.

"Change the way? What way?" Chujiu held his chin and thought seriously.

His eyes accidentally swept over the lips in front of him, which had turned pale due to excessive blood loss.

Although the color is a little white, it is moist, like a white cherry...

! !

Her little face suddenly turned red and she didn't dare to think any further.

Seeing her face inexplicably red, Mo Xinglan asked in confusion: "Why is your face red?"

"...Ahem, I feel a little hot...By the way, where is the kitchen in your yard?" Chujiu coughed lightly and found a random excuse to change the subject.

Chujiu didn't want to say anything, and Mo Xinglan didn't plan to continue asking, so he followed her words and asked, "What are you looking for in the kitchen for?"

"Let me see you. You just lost blood, so it's not difficult to cook for you." Chujiu avoided his gaze somewhat guiltily.

"You cook?" Mo Xinglan doubted his ears, his words full of disbelief.

"Yeah." Chujiu nodded firmly.

He hesitated for a moment and pointed in the direction of the kitchen.

As soon as I pointed, I saw her running towards the kitchen as if she was escaping.

"???" What happened to her? She ran so fast, was she afraid that he would kill her?

Wait, she said she was going to cook. Why does it feel weird?

This seems to be his yard. Why is she the one cooking?

By the way, can she cook?

Half a cup of tea later, Chu Jiuzhe returned and stood at the door of Mo Xinglan's room, twisting his hands together: "Um... can you... come over and help me light a fire. I... can't."

It was so embarrassing. She was the one who confidently said she was going to cook. But when she walked into the kitchen, washed the rice and poured it into the pot, and was about to light a fire, she realized that this was ancient times and they were using firewood. Without a lighter, she didn't know how to light a fire!

Mo Xinglan: “…”

Didn’t she say she was going to cook? How come she can’t even light a fire?

He seriously doubted whether she could cook.

After a moment of silence, he stood up helplessly, holding on to the table.

Seeing this, Chujiu remembered that he had lost too much blood and might feel dizzy if he stood up suddenly, so he hurried forward to support him.

This time Mo Xinglan didn't refuse.

The two came to the kitchen. Mo Xinglan squatted down and stuffed some dry firewood into the stove. Then, just like before in the Abyss Valley, he lit the fire with a flick of his finger.

Although Chujiu's cultivation had reached the early stage of the Earth Spirit Realm, he was still stunned.