Morning Star

Chujiu suddenly opened his eyes as if he had resurrected from the dead, and blinked at the top of the bed curtain. As soon as he moved, he tore the wound on his body.

"hiss!"

It hurts!

Woo woo...it hurts so much.

"Awake." Xiang Tingqin walked in from the door and helped her up.

"Mother...how long have I slept?"

"You've slept for three whole days. Hurry up and get up. Your second sister and your brother Yashan are ready and waiting for you." Xiang Tingqin went to get clothes for her.

"Three, three days! Hiss!" Chujiu was shocked after hearing this. He thought about the time and moved immediately. However, this movement pulled the wound again.

She can really sleep and can sleep for three days at a time.

Xiang Tingqin handed her the clothes and teased her, "You should get hurt more often, so you won't be so afraid of pain."

“Wow…Mother, are you so willing to let your daughter get hurt?” Chujiu pursed her lips and pretended to cry.

Xiang Tingqin sighed and shook his head helplessly.

What mother would be willing to see her daughter get hurt? She was just joking.

Seeing that Chujiu was slow in putting on his clothes, he went forward to help.

After getting dressed, washing up and eating, Chu Jiu packed some things and followed Chu Furong and Gao Yashan out of the Chu family's gate.

At the gate, Chu Furong was supporting Chu Jiu, with Gao Yashan standing beside them.

Xiang Tingqin, Chu Wenxuan and Luluo saw the three off at the door.

"You three must take care of each other outside, especially Xiaojiu and Furong."

Although they no longer look at each other with hostility like before, they still often argue with each other.

"Yes, I understand, mother." Chujiu nodded obediently with tears in her eyes.

The affection she had for Xiang Tingqin and the others these days was genuine. She had also gotten used to being protected by them and occasionally scolded by her cheap father. She really couldn't bear to go away so suddenly.

"Don't worry, mother." Chu Furong had a smile on her face, but her eyes were slightly red.

She will stay in Piaomiao Domain for several years, and she has never been away from home for so long.

On the contrary, Gao Yashan's eyes were firm, serious and solemn: "Yashan will definitely take good care of and protect the two young ladies."

Xiang Tingqin looked at the three of them and smiled with relief: "Be careful when you go out. Remember what I told you before."

The three nodded.

Chu Wenxuan added: "When you have nothing to do, communicate more with the innkeeper at the end of Piaomiao Domain's West Street. It's best to stay there directly. Although the old senior has a weird personality, he is a very good person and his strength is unfathomable."

"Piao Miao Territory is not like home, so you should be more restrained. If someone comes to cause trouble, just shout as loudly as possible. The louder the better. Piao Miao Territory has special administrators who will help you. If there is anything you don't understand, ask more trustworthy people."

The three nodded again.

After all, Chu Wenxuan had been to Piaomiao Domain once. He was their senior and must know more about it than they did.

At this time, Chujiu looked at Luluo who had been keeping her head down with red eyes and didn't speak, and walked over to hug her gently: "Be good, wait for your sister to come back and bring you delicious food and fun things. And thank you for the candied dates, little Luluo, we like them very much."

"Hmm..." Luoluo buried her face in Chujiu's shoulder and nodded, with a tearful tone in her voice when she answered.

Chujiu patted her head again and said, "If someone bullies you, you should bully them back. If you can't beat them, tell your parents and they will help you."

"Ah."

The others looked at the pair of sisters who were reluctant to part, sighed, and did not go forward to disturb them.

After Chujiu comforted Luluo, he gave Tingqin a few more words. Then the three of them left.

……

Time goes back to when the ninth day of the lunar year was still sleeping in bed.

The side courtyard of Mohism.

Mo Xinglan slowly opened his eyes.

"Oh, you're awake." Venerable Qu Ling, who had been sitting beside the bed, was a little surprised when he saw this.

Mo Xinglan glanced sideways: "...How long have I slept?"

His voice was hoarse and sounded a little disembodied.

"Not long, just one night. And were you sleeping? You were clearly unconscious."

"……it's the same."

After saying that, he supported himself on the bed and tried to sit up.

Upon seeing this, Venerable Qu Ling immediately supported him.

"Cough cough..." Mo Xinglan leaned against the head of the bed, covering his lips and coughed lightly.

Venerable Qu Ling took out a pill and handed it to him: "Eat it."

Mo Xinglan took a look at the pill in front of him, took it and ate it. He took a moment to get out of bed.

Seeing this, Venerable Qu Ling grabbed his arm to stop him: "You need to rest now, why are you in such a hurry to get out of bed?"

"Let go." Mo Xinglan moved his arm.

Venerable Qu Ling did not let go, and said seriously, "If you don't even take care of your own body, who can help you?"

"..."

"Don't take advantage of your half-demon status to ignore the consequences. You should know that what you lost is your heart blood, not your ordinary blood."

He looked him up and down, his anger evident in his expression. "And you are injured. Even if you are half-demon, even if you have a special physique, your body has a limit. If you keep tossing and turning like this, you will not be able to bear it sooner or later."

Mo Xinglan sat back down, his pale lips quirking a self-deprecating smile: "So what?"

"You..." Venerable Qu Ling was furious when he saw his nonchalant look.

The other hand tightened under the wide sleeve.

He knew that no matter what he did or said, he could not change him.

Such a person is cruel to others and even crueler to himself.

As long as it's for revenge, let alone the blood in his heart, I'm afraid he would do it even if you asked him to dig out his heart.

She let go of his arm and sighed, "Is there really nothing in this world worth your nostalgia?"

"..." Nostalgic? What else in this world is worth his nostalgia? Nothing but hatred.

Suddenly a clear and sweet voice sounded in my mind.

"I'm here to eat."

"You have a good rest, I'm leaving."

It was the noisy voice of the young girl.

He frowned and had a headache.

He was afraid that he had been infected by the idiot's noisy temper, and he kept thinking about what she said recently.

Venerable Qu Ling spoke again: "No matter what, you must at least stay alive now. Losing your heart blood is a big deal, and even with the help of elixirs, it will take some time to fully recover. Your injuries will also be affected by this, and the recovery will not be as fast as before, but fortunately it is not very serious. During this period of time, it is best not to use spiritual energy, and don't be too tired. If you have nothing to do, just lie in bed and rest."

"I have taught you everything I can teach you, and the rest is up to you. Now, apart from nagging you a few more times, there is nothing else I can do." He looked up and looked out the window with a melancholy look on his face.

"..." Mo Xinglan glanced at him, without any change in his emotion.

Venerable Qu Ling was lost in thought when he suddenly thought of something: "Oh, there is one more thing I can help you with."

"How about I help you find a wife? In case something happens to you, you can have a descendant, right?"

"..." Mo Xinglan raised his eyes and gave him a cold look.