Morning Star

"..." Mo Xinglan came back to his senses and looked at her, then picked up the bowl and chopsticks and started eating.

During the process, Chujiu discovered that Mo Xinglan seemed to have never picked up pork liver once.

It turns out that he doesn't like eating pig liver either. But there's no way pig liver is good for replenishing blood. But she won't force him to eat it, after all, she doesn't like it herself.

After they finished their meal, Chujiu took the dishes and chopsticks downstairs.

He went back upstairs and hesitated when he reached the door of Mo Xinglan's room.

Just as he was thinking about whether to go in and take a look, he heard Mo Xinglan's voice from inside the house: "What are you doing standing at the door like an idiot? Come in."

"Ah? Oh." Chujiu was stunned and limped in.

Mo Xinglan took a stool and placed it next to the table: "Sit here."

Chujiu sat down obediently.

Then Mo Xinglan took another stool and placed it next to her and sat on it.

He held out his hand and looked at her: "Hand."

Chujiu grabbed his outstretched hand and turned it over to look at it: "Hand? What's wrong with your hand?"

"Snapped!"

Mo Xinglan pulled his hand out and slapped her hand away: "Your hand."

Chujiu was slapped mercilessly by him and stretched out his injured left hand aggrievedly: "Oh. Then explain it more clearly."

"..." Mo Xinglan glanced at her, took her hand, lifted her sleeves, revealing her fair and tender arms.

The entire forearm was wrapped in layers of white gauze.

"Take off the gauze."

Mo Xinglan let go of her hand, took out a few pills and a piece of white paper, and crushed the pills on the white paper.

Chujiu suspiciously untied the gauze slowly, revealing the long, hideous, bright red cut.

The wound was on the back of the forearm, about four or five inches long, and quite deep. The flesh was turned outward and was a little white, which looked a bit scary.

After Chujiu untied the gauze, Mo Xinglan had just finished grinding the medicine. He turned around and looked at the bloody wound on Chujiu's forearm. He frowned, his face cold.

She is so afraid of pain, yet she still hurts herself like this. How does she practice normally?

"..." Chujiu saw Mo Xinglan staring coldly at the wound on her forearm, and she didn't dare to speak.

Is the evil devil angry again? What did she do to make him angry? He looked at her hand like that, and it was hard for her not to be scared. Would he chop her hand off if he got upset?

Thinking of this, she spoke weakly: "You, you..."

Before he finished speaking, Mo Xinglan picked up the medicinal powder on the table.

"?" Chujiu was stunned when he saw his actions. What was he going to do?

She wanted to take her hand back, but she didn't dare.

"Don't move." Mo Xinglan looked at her, paused for a moment, and spoke in a rare gentle tone, "It will be a little painful, just bear with it."

"Ah? Oh yeah." Chujiu nodded blankly.

After getting the answer, Mo Xinglan gently sprinkled the medicine powder on the wound on Chujiu's forearm.

"Hiss~~ Ugh..." This is called a bit painful??? This is really painful! I am dying!!

Chujiu uttered a sound, then clenched his teeth and said nothing more. His brows were knitted together, and his uninjured right hand tightly grasped the edge of the stool under his buttocks.

Mo Xinglan didn't stop his movements. He glanced at her and frowned: "If it hurts, just scream it out. Don't hold it in."

"It doesn't hurt...at all...it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt." Chujiu gritted his teeth and frowned.

"..." Was she hypnotizing herself? Mo Xinglan looked at her and quickened his movements.

After applying the medicine, he took out the gauze and skillfully wrapped her forearm.

Chujiu looked at his bandaged forearm and blew on it gently. He raised his head and asked Mo Xinglan, "Can this pill help my hand heal faster?"

"Yeah." Mo Xinglan replied indifferently.

"How fast can it be?" Chujiu asked curiously.

"Healed in three days."

"Wow! It's amazing, what kind of magic medicine is this?" Chujiu looked at his arm.

"It's considered slow for your injury to heal in three days." Mo Xinglan poured a bucket of cold water on him mercilessly.

"..." Chujiu was speechless. What did she mean by this injury? It was very serious, okay? How could it not be fast to recover in three days?

Uh, wait. A few months ago, in the Abyss Valley, the wound on the black-hearted demon seemed to be serious. It seemed that he only took four days to heal.

This made her doubt whether he was actually human.

As I thought about it in my head, I asked out loud, "Are you human?"

I regretted asking. Why does this sound like an insult?

Mo Xinglan's hands that were packing his things suddenly paused.

Is he a human being?

Is a half-demon considered a human?

Never thought about this question.

Chujiu saw Mo Xinglan stopped there, not speaking or looking at her, as if he was really thinking seriously about whether he was a human being.

He also needs to think about this? Is he really not a human?

Haha, how is it possible? Don't scare yourself on the ninth day of the first lunar month. The black-hearted monster must be a human.

Let’s quickly change the subject.

He coughed and cleared his throat: "Don't rush to clean up, my leg is still injured. Can you help me take care of the wound on my leg?"

After saying that, regardless of whether Mo Xinglan agreed or not, she took a stool from the side and placed it at her feet. She pulled up the hem of her skirt, revealing her white and tender thighs.

The knee was wrapped in a seven-inch wide gauze. The gauze was stained with a little red. It was obvious that it was the blood that was accidentally pulled from the wound.

Chujiu's unreserved action stunned Mo Xinglan, who had just come to his senses.

Why did she expose her legs in front of him without any hesitation? Did she do this in front of other men?

Thinking of this, he looked sinister and looked at her legs: "Are you like this in front of other men?"

She looked up in confusion: "What?"

"..."Mo Xinglan glanced at her exposed white legs.

Chujiu understood and said nonchalantly, "Oh, you mean showing your thighs. To apply medicine on the wound on your leg, you must show your legs."

She slowly untied the gauze, mumbling: "Besides, it's just showing my big white legs, it's not something shameful. Before I came here, every summer I wore shorts and a T-shirt? I showed more than this, it was so cool. And I'm not the only one..."

"Snapped!"

"Hey! It hurts!"

"..."

Mo Xinglan stared at his hands in a daze.

Why couldn't I hold back and slap her just now?

Chujiu looked at the reddish mark on his calf with grievance: "Mo Xinglan, what are you doing? I provoke you, why do you hit me?"

She pursed her lips and gently rubbed the red spot on her calf where he had hit her: "It hurts! Ouch..."

This person likes to repay kindness with enmity. If you save him, he will kill you. If you bring him dinner, he will beat you. What kind of person is this? Woohoo...

"..." Mo Xinglan turned his face away and ignored her, took out the pill and crushed it as before.

At this time, Chujiu untied the gauze, revealing the hideous wound on his leg.

The cut on the leg is longer than the cut on the forearm, half on the thigh and half on the side of the knee to the calf.

No wonder she used to try not to bend her left leg when walking, and sometimes even walked by hopping on her right leg.

It's easy to tear the wound open here. I need to use medicine that can help the wound heal faster.