Morning Star

Mo Xinglan raised his eyes and stared at her for a while, then said, "Turn sideways and turn your head away."

"Ah?" Chujiu didn't react.

"You don't want legs anymore?"

"Yes, I do."

She didn't dare to ask more questions, so she quickly did as she was told, sitting sideways with her right arm on the table.

Her current posture was as strange as it could be, and she was also tired.

After Mo Xinglan made sure that Chujiu would not turn around to look at him, he raised his right hand and scratched the tip of his left index finger. Bright red blood gushed out of the cut.

Some blood was dripped onto the ground medicine powder.

He licked the blood on his index finger, then mixed the blood-stained powder and smeared it evenly on the wound on Chujiu's leg.

"Hiss~Ah!!!" Unexpected pain came from the wound, making Chujiu scream in pain.

"..."Mo Xinglan ignored her and did not stop applying the medicine.

Chujiu twisted his face into a bitter one and said aggrievedly: "Wu...why didn't you tell me?"

Damn it, you did it on purpose.

"..."

Wouldn't it hurt if I said it? Is there any difference between saying it and not saying it?

In just a short while, Mo Xinglan bandaged the wound on Chujiu's leg.

"Okay." Mo Xinglan said lightly.

Chujiu slowly turned around and sat up, looking carefully at the gauze on his leg.

It healed so quickly, and it feels cool. And the gauze is wrapped very skillfully. Does he do this often?

Chujiu reached out and gently poked the knee wrapped in gauze: "Do you often bandage other people's wounds?"

Mo Xinglan paused as he was packing his things: "No."

He only bandaged his own wounds frequently, and had never bandaged anyone else's wounds except her.

"No? Not often? Or have you never bandaged anyone?" Chujiu asked casually. He was talking, but in fact he had no idea what he was saying.

He looked at the gauze on his hand, then at the gauze on his leg.

"...I've never bandaged anyone else's body." Mo Xinglan answered calmly as he put away the things.

Chujiu compared the two pieces of gauze and said, "Then how come you are so skilled? Do you often treat your own wounds? Do you get injured often?"

After that, he murmured softly: "Eh? It doesn't hurt that much anymore."

Hehe, the black-hearted monster is so powerful.

"..." Mo Xinglan looked at her without saying anything and continued to clean up.

"Hehe, that means I'm the first one." Chujiu looked at him with a smile. He didn't know why he was so happy, but he just wanted to laugh.

"..." Mo Xinglan lowered his eyes and looked at the last thing on the table that had not been put away, which was a piece of white paper with medicine powder on it, with no expression on his face.

The warm yellow candlelight at night fell on his pale cheeks, casting a soft light on his delicate profile. His drooping eyelashes blocked most of his dark eyes, and also blocked the emotions in them.

A gentle breeze from outside the window sneaked in, but was discovered by the few strands of swaying hair that were casually draped over his back and fell to the ground.

He sat there quietly with his eyes downcast, seemingly absent-minded. Under the warm light, he looked a little empty, as if he would disappear with just the slightest touch.

Chujiu stared blankly, slowly raised his hand to touch it but was afraid of accidentally breaking it. His hand just froze in mid-air, neither moving up nor down.

"Have you seen enough?" Mo Xinglan looked at the hesitant hand and suddenly asked.

Is this idiot stupid? Look at him, he knows to blink, does he want to become blind? And why is she reaching out?

"Ah?" Chujiu came back to his senses and blinked his sore eyes. He took back his hand and rubbed it again, then looked at Mo Xinglan.

He was still the same black-hearted monster who despised her.

I shook my head and looked again, still with an expression of disgust.

Sure enough, she was mistaken. How could the evil-hearted demon be like what she just saw? She was really blinded by the beauty and actually felt that the evil-hearted demon was sad.

Will he be sad? Will he be upset? No.

He was ungrateful and always wanted to kill her. He always despised her, threatened her, and was mean to her. How could he be sad? Only she was sad. If she met him, she would worry about her life from time to time. She felt uncomfortable just thinking about it.

"..." Mo Xinglan frowned, not understanding what was wrong with her.

Before, she was staring at him like a nympho, but now she looked at him with anger and grievance. Is this person crazy?

"Mo Xinglan, have you ever been sad?" Chujiu's brain suddenly cramped.

"..." Mo Xinglan was stunned. After a moment, he placed his right hand on the table to support his head. As he moved, a few strands of hair on his shoulders slid down to his chest, making him look inexplicably charming.

The pale corners of his mouth curled up slightly, but his eyes were cold: "Miss Chu, do you know what kind of people die the fastest?"

The ninth day: “!”

it's over... it's over...

She can't control her mouth, so she'll be doomed sooner or later.

In horror, I saw his pair of dark eyes becoming deeper and deeper, like a bottomless black hole that was about to suck people in and make them fall into the endless abyss.

“He’s someone who knows too much.”

"?!" Chujiu's expression froze, and his heart trembled. A chill rose from the soles of his feet, and a thin layer of sweat soon appeared on his back. The memory of the dead suddenly attacked his brain, and his little face turned pale.

She swallowed and dared not breathe. She slowly avoided his gaze and lowered her head, not daring to speak.

She really has no memory. He had just reminded her not to be too curious, but she still asked her stupid questions.

Her mouth, oh my.

At this moment, she wanted to give herself a slap in the face.

"..."Mo Xinglan had been observing her, so it was easy for him to capture the subtle changes on her face.

The sneer on his face suddenly froze, and the corners of his lips drooped slightly.

He seemed to have said something wrong.

Chujiu took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, lowering his head and standing up: "Thank you for bandaging my wound, I won't disturb your rest."

After saying that, he didn't even care about the injury on his foot, and quickly walked out of Mo Xinglan's room, closing the door.

Mo Xinglan looked at the closed door and felt very annoyed.

……

In the next few days, Chujiu and Mo Xinglan stayed in their own rooms to recuperate and rarely went out.

Chujiu’s meals were usually delivered to his room personally by Chu Furong or Gao Yashan.

As for Mo Xinglan, he only goes out when he eats.

So much so that Chu Furong and Gao Yashan suspected that the two people came to Piaomiao Domain not to improve their cultivation, but to experience whether the inn here was comfortable or not.

Chujiu lay on the bed and removed the gauze on his left forearm.

After a moment, the white and tender forearms appeared before my eyes.

"It's amazing. There's not even a trace left." She praised while flipping her arms.

However, what method did the black-hearted demon use? It was obviously the same kind of elixir, but the more serious injury on her leg healed faster, and it only took one day. And the injury on her hand, just as the black-hearted demon said, took three days to heal completely.

"Forget it, never mind it."

She rolled over in bed happily, making her already frizzy hair even worse.

"Knock knock knock!" Just then there was a knock on the door.