Morning Star

If she had known that he would have to pay such a high price, she would not have agreed with him to be in the top three. Even if she was not in the Misty Realm, she could still find a way to stay with him and improve her favorability. Why did she have a brain cramp...

Alas... After all, she was the one who asked him to come to Piaomiao Domain, but he almost lost his life because of a promise she made to him. But why? He was a person who could repay kindness with enmity, so why did he value promises so much?

Now she felt guilty.

……

At noon the next day, Mo Xinglan slowly opened his eyes, raised his right hand and placed his forearm on his forehead, looking at the top of the bed curtain, feeling annoyed.

He actually fainted twice on the same day. He is really becoming more and more useless.

Suddenly he raised his hand from his forehead and looked.

“?!” Who changed his clothes?

I pulled back the quilt and took a look at my legs. Fortunately, my pants were still there. I breathed a sigh of relief.

I sat up and was about to get out of bed when the door of the room opened.

I looked up and saw Chujiu walking in with food.

"Hey, you're awake." Chujiu paused and walked to the table.

After putting the food on the table, he walked to the bedside, looked at him for a while and asked, "How do you feel? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Mo Xinglan looked at Chujiu and hesitated for a moment: "No."

Chujiu nodded, walked to the screen and took off the clothes on it.

Mo Xinglan looked at Chujiu who was taking his clothes, hesitated for a moment and asked, "Who will change my clothes?"

Chujiu took the clothes and walked to the bed, and replied as a matter of course: "Me."

"!" Mo Xinglan's body suddenly stiffened, and he looked at her for a long time without coming back to his senses.

She changed it!

Chujiu handed his clothes to him: "Here, clothes."

Mo Xinglan turned his head to look at the clothes that Chujiu handed to him. He took it hesitantly, but did not put it on. He also did not take any next step. He just sat there blankly.

Chujiu waved her hand in front of his eyes: "Are you okay?"

His eyelashes trembled as he glanced at her: "...No."

After saying that, he started to get dressed.

After getting dressed, I sat on the edge of the bed and bent down to get my shoes. As soon as I touched them, they were taken away by a white and tender little hand.

The next moment, Chujiu was seen squatting in front of him and looking at him.

He leaned forward and looked at her questioningly.

Chujiu lifted his shoes in her hand and said, "I'll help you put them on."

"...No need." He took the shoes doubtfully.

Chujiu, however, held on to his shoes and refused to let go: "I'm afraid you'll be dizzy when you stand up if you bend over like this for too long."

Mo Xinglan frowned: "I'm not that weak."

“But now you are…” Chujiu didn’t finish his words when he felt a chill on his back and immediately shut up.

Mo Xinglan's eyes became colder and colder, and it felt like he would suddenly kill someone in the next second.

She had no choice but to let go, stood up and looked at him.

Mo Xinglan put on his shoes and got out of bed, glancing at Chujiu who was standing beside him and feeling aggrieved.

Why do you still feel aggrieved?

Looking at the food on the table, he frowned. Why is it another blood tonic?

I walked to the table and sat down. I found that the person behind me was still standing there stupidly. I frowned and said, "What are you doing standing there stupidly? Aren't you going to eat?"

"..." Chujiu then walked silently to sit opposite him.

"..." Mo Xinglan was confused. What happened to her? Was she unhappy again?

They both kept silent and ate their own food.

In the afternoon, Mo Xinglan stayed in his room to rest. From time to time, he would take out a few spiritual herbs and stuff them into his mouth along with some pills.

Chujiu was reading a book, and stayed by his side all the time. When Mo Xinglan took out the elixir and pills, she would stare at him with curious eyes.

At this time, Mo Xinglan took out the elixir and the pill. Chujiu finally couldn't help but put down the book in his hand and came over.

Like a curious baby, he pointed at one of the spiritual herbs that Mo Xinglan had placed on the table and asked, "What is this called? What is it used for?"

"..."Mo Xinglan stared at her and didn't answer.

"Hmm?" Chujiu turned his head and looked at Mo Xinglan.

"...Lanxin grass, it nourishes the blood." Mo Xinglan replied after hesitating for a moment.

Chujiu got the answer and replied: "Oh."

Suddenly she saw another magical herb she had seen before, pointed at it and said happily: "I've seen this one, the one you bought last time, it's called... called..."

"..." Mo Xinglan looked at her, waiting for her to figure it out.

Is she interested in elixirs?

"I remember now, it's called Blood Spirit Grass." Chu Jiu said with a smile, then looked at Mo Xinglan and asked, "Am I right?"

"......Yeah." Mo Xinglan replied indifferently.

She seems particularly likable today.

Mo Xinglan unconsciously curled his lips, his eyes unusually gentle.

“……”Chujiu looked at him blankly.

Oh my god! The evil devil actually smiled at her. This gentle look was the first time she had seen it.

He, he is so beautiful when he smiles like this. I can't stand it. I'm not used to him like this.

Two blushes appeared on Chujiu's face, and her ears also turned slightly red. She noticed the change in herself and quickly turned her face away from him.

He picked up a pill in a panic and asked, "This, this, this, what is this, what kind of pill is this?"

Mo Xinglan lowered his eyes and looked at the pill that Chujiu picked up: "..."

There was a hint of doubt in her eyes. Was she having a bad memory or bad eyesight? It should be her eyesight.

Isn’t this the recovery pill she gave him when he was at Chu’s house?

Are you stupid?

Mo Xinglan placed his right elbow on the table, supported his head with his palm, looked at her, smiled and whispered, "The ninth day of the first lunar month."

"Hmm?" Chujiu turned and looked at him.

Mo Xinglan signaled her with his eyes and said, "Take a closer look at what kind of elixir this is."

Chujiu looked at the pill in his hand according to his words.

“……”This, this, this, isn’t this the recovery pill?

what is she doing???

"I...I took the wrong one." Chujiu said with a red face.

He then put the pills back to their original place and stopped asking questions one by one.

Mo Xinglan continued with what he was doing.

After a moment of silence, Chujiu looked at Mo Xinglan and asked, "Did you eat these just now?"

"No." Mo Xinglan answered calmly without stopping his hands.

"Why are there so many this time?" Chujiu continued to ask with the mentality of a curious baby.

“…Here are two copies.” Mo Xinglan answered patiently.

"What are they used for?"

"One for nourishing the spirit veins, and one for replenishing the blood."

When she heard the word "spiritual vein", she was slightly stunned, and said hesitantly and worriedly: "Mo Xinglan..."

"Hmm?" Hearing the worry in her words, he stopped what he was doing and looked sideways.

She looked up at him and stammered, "Will you...will you die?"

Mo Xinglan: “…”

What kind of words are these? Asking him if he will die? How can he die?

how come……

Maybe... maybe...

Thinking of something, he lowered his eyelashes absentmindedly and muttered to himself, "No one is immortal. Ordinary people will grow old, get sick and die, and the lucky ones can live to be a hundred years old. Although monks have long lifespans, they can also die due to various unavoidable reasons, and perhaps they don't live as long as ordinary people."

At this point he looked up at her, his eyes calm and calm: "You are so afraid of death and pain, but you chose a thorny road. Do you regret it?"

Chujiu was stunned for a while after listening to his words, and said resolutely: "No regrets."

In order to go home, she will not regret taking this path even if the road ahead is full of swords and fire.