Morning Star

After helping Chujiu sit down, Mo Xinglan sat in front of her, facing her.

"?" Chujiu didn't understand what he was going to do. Even if he wanted to sit down, he couldn't sit face to face. What on earth was he going to do?

The next moment she saw Mo Xinglan untie the wrist guard on his left wrist, then lift up his sleeve, and with the tip of his right hand's spiritual index finger lightly scratched the white jade-like wrist, leaving a bloody wound.

"?!"

Chujiu looked at this scene in shock. After he came to his senses, he quickly raised his hands and used his spiritual energy to stop the bleeding. He stared at him unhappily and said, "Mo Xinglan, are you crazy? What are you doing?"

He could have stopped being controlled by the Mohists and bled himself, but he actually bled himself. Could it be that he was very obsessed with this? Would he feel unhappy if he didn't bleed himself?

Mo Xinglan frowned when he saw her actions, grabbed her hand and said coldly: "You think you're not hurt enough?"

"What do you mean... um..." Before she could finish her words, she felt a sudden pain in her chest and a mouthful of blood gushed out of her mouth.

The unstable spiritual energy in her hand that was used to stop Mo Xinglan's bleeding gradually stopped. She choked on the blood when she took a breath. She covered her mouth and started coughing, her hands were covered with blood and tears were streaming down her face.

Mo Xinglan's heart tightened when he saw this, and he gently stroked her back with his other hand. A trace of spiritual energy flowed along the touch to give her relief, and a trace of spiritual energy attached to her other wrist to stop the bleeding.

After Chujiu stopped coughing, he frowned and said unhappily, "Can you spare me some trouble?"

Chujiu was panting and his face was pale, his lips, chin and hands were all covered in blood. He looked as if he had just eaten a person.

When she looked up at Mo Xinglan, her eyes were dazed, and she spoke without strength and panting: "Hold me, I'm sorry."

"..."

Mo Xinglan frowned and silently raised his sleeve to wipe the blood off her chin.

She looked at his actions and lowered her head, looking at the blood on her palm, and wiped the blood on the outermost clothes of Mo Xinglan. She also pulled the sleeve to wipe the blood off her mouth and chin.

Mo Xinglan paused, took back his hand and looked at the clothes she was wearing. He said in a strange tone: "Those are my clothes."

Chujiu lowered her eyes after hearing what he said, then raised them again: "Oh, sorry, I forgot. I'll go back and wash it for you."

They're all black anyway, so you can't tell unless you look carefully.

"..."

Mo Xinglan sighed and didn't bother with her. He raised his injured wrist, removed the aura that was used to stop the bleeding and placed it in front of her: "Drink."

He said this in a commanding tone.

Chujiu looked at the white jade hand in front of him. A line of blood had already slid down his arm into his sleeve due to gravity, and some of it had fallen to the ground.

She glanced at him, sighed, and held his hands in hers, gently placing her lips on the cut on his wrist.

Afraid of hurting him, she didn't dare to really suck. She could only put her lips on it and lick it gently with the tip of her tongue.

She knew the effect of his blood, but if she drank it directly, even if his blood tasted sweet and different from that of ordinary people, this was a fact that blood could not change. It was really difficult for her to cross that hurdle, and she was also afraid of hurting him.

Mo Xinglan felt a stinging pain on his wrist, and his eyes unconsciously stared at the pink tongue that licked the blood on his wrist. His ears and cheeks gradually became hot, and his heart was pounding.

"..."

How did she do it, by licking?

He stared blankly at the movement of her lips, his Adam's apple moving unconsciously.

Soft, soft...

Chujiu licked him for a while to see if he was okay.

Who would have thought that his cheeks would turn red, and he would stare at me blankly. He looked like...

"You, why is your face so red?" She looked up and exclaimed, then reached out and touched his forehead and face.

"It's so hot, are you feeling unwell? Do you have a fever?"

She recalled how she looked and felt when she had a fever the day before yesterday, and touched his arm again: "Are you cold?"

"I..." Mo Xinglan came back to his senses after seeing her actions, slapped her hand on his arm and turned his head away, "I don't have a fever. You, you should drink it quickly."

After saying this, he unconsciously looked at her blood-stained and bright red lips.

Suddenly, the red lips opened slightly, and the soft tongue came out and swept across the upper lip. It was charming and moving.

His eyes were shocked and he quickly looked away. He raised his right hand and used the back of his hand to cover the side of his face that was close to her, not wanting her to see his current appearance. He stammered, "Don't, don't lick it."

After saying this, he himself felt something was wrong.

"..."

This was the first time Chujiu saw him like this, and he stared at him as if he had discovered a new species.

I kept replaying what he had just said and his appearance in my mind.

Oh my god! He, he... is he shy? Why?

Is this still the black-hearted monster she knew? Too innocent!

Mo Xinglan noticed that she didn't drink, so he glanced over, only to see her staring at him stupidly. He frowned, raised his hand and tapped her forehead gently: "Why are you looking at me? If you keep looking at me, I'm going to lose too much blood."

Her body trembled, her eyes focused and she saw that his cheeks were still slightly red. She swallowed and lowered her head to press her lips to the wound on his wrist again.

Just as she opened her lips to drink, her mind replayed his words and appearance. She licked it unconsciously.

As a result, Mo Xinglan's arms froze, and his face turned red with annoyance: "Did you do this on purpose?"

“……” It’s over, it’s over, I’m angry.

Why aren't you shy anymore? Wasn't that good just now? It made her want to commit a crime.

Ah! Chujiu, calm down! He is still a minor, and it is against the law.

On the other side, Chu Furong and Gao Yashan, who were observing the situation on the altar, were squatting beside the cylindrical platform, carefully observing the words engraved on it.

Many of the words on the cylindrical platform have become illegible due to years of wind and rain, and the two could only guess based on the context.

The two of them read the words carefully and moved slowly.

"Boom!"

There was a muffled sound followed by two inhalation sounds.

Chu Furong and Gao Yashan were so focused on reading the words on the letter that they didn't notice each other and their heads accidentally bumped into each other.

The two rubbed their heads and looked up at each other.

As their eyes met, time seemed to pass very slowly at this moment, but no one spoke first to interrupt the stalemate.

It wasn't until a gentle breeze blew that they came back to their senses and said in unison: "Sorry."

There was another silence.

Chu Furong coughed lightly and turned her head.

Gao Yashan also quickly lowered his head, his cheeks already red.

Here, Chujiu returned Mo Xinglan's hand to him.

Mo Xinglan casually treated the wound on his hand and stopped wearing the wrist guard. In order to not look weird, he also untied the other sleeve. Then he took out a pill and put it in his mouth.

He looked up at Chujiu and saw her licking the blood on her lips with the tip of her tongue. The scene just now appeared in his mind again. He was startled and turned his face away from her.

He is really crazy, why does he always think of...

It must be because too much blood was lost from his heart, and his body hasn't recovered yet, which has affected his thinking.