Morning Star

The smile on his lips was cold and crazy, but his hands were not in a hurry to kill her directly. Instead, he seemed to be watching her suffocate.

She couldn't move her body, and the spiritual energy in her body was resisting and rioting, trying to break free from the spiritual energy that was wrapped around her body and made her unable to move. But she couldn't struggle free at all.

The feeling of suffocation was getting stronger and stronger, but her mind was racing as to how she could make him not kill her.

Just at this moment, her frightened eyes fell on his cold and red eyes.

His long black eyelashes drooped lightly, like butterfly wings, motionless. His dark red eyes glowed with a cold light. Even when his hands were about to kill someone, he was still stunningly beautiful. Just like the second character in his name.

Her curled eyelashes trembled slightly, and she opened her mouth but could not make a sound. She quickly sent a message: "Xingxing!"

"..."

He seemed to have heard it, and the hand that was pinching her neck paused, and his long eyelashes trembled. A trace of confusion flashed across his face, as if he didn't understand who she was calling.

Chujiu quickly took this opportunity to speak: "I don't want to die, Xingxing, I don't want to die!"

"..."

Star? Is that his name? Why did you suddenly call him that?

Mo Xinglan tilted his head, thinking of something, and said with a smile of interest, "Give me a reason not to kill you."

"I..." She was stunned for a moment, her mind was thinking quickly, and she said quickly, "You said you would protect me and you would not abandon me. You said it yourself, have you forgotten? You can't break your promise, because, because I believe in you."

As she spoke, she couldn't help but burst into tears. She kept crying and saying, "You said you would protect me and you wouldn't abandon me. I believe in you, so I always stay by your side. Xingxing... I believe in you, I believe in you..."

"..."

Mo Xinglan's expression froze as he listened, and the madness on his face gradually disappeared, leaving only a trace of coldness. His pale lips were pressed into a straight line, and his dark red eyes turned back to black, and the deep red at the end of his eyes also disappeared. He turned his face away, and slowly loosened the hand that was holding her neck.

Five red marks were left on Chujiu's snow-white neck, proving how tightly she was pinched.

The feeling of suffocation went away, and Chujiu ignored the pain in his neck and breathed quickly.

Mo Xinglan glanced at her sideways, then lowered his eyes, opened his lips slightly and wanted to say something but started coughing first.

The spiritual power suddenly became unstable, causing the spiritual energy wrapped around Chujiu to dissipate. The restriction on the door flickered and became unstable.

Chujiu's body relaxed and she was finally able to move. She hesitated for a moment and did not leave. Besides, there was a restriction on the door. Even if she left, where could she go? It would only anger him again.

She knelt up, hesitated for a moment, and gently stroked his back to help him calm down.

Mo Xinglan coughed for a while and then stopped. He panted and leaned against the bed weakly. He tilted his head and said sarcastically, "Aren't you afraid of me? Why don't you leave?"

"Where can I go?" she said aggrievedly.

The house is so small, where can she go? Is this person's brain broken?

Mo Xinglan didn't say anything else. He looked at her for a moment, then slowly closed his eyes and tilted his head against the head of the bed.

The restriction on the door automatically dissipated.

Chujiu was stunned for a moment when he saw this, and called softly: "Mo Xinglan..."

The man with his eyes closed did not respond.

She raised her hand and hesitated for a moment, then held his face and called out again. But the man still did not respond even as she held him.

She was sure that he had fainted again. She quickly stood up and moved his body so that he lay flat.

Her hand gently stroked his cheek.

It was so cold. His face looked so bad, but he was still holding on. Did he finally faint because he couldn't hold on any longer?

She raised her hand and touched her neck again, it felt a little painful.

She lowered her eyes and glared at him.

If her neck wasn't still hurting, and she had suspected that the man who seemed to be possessed by a demon wasn't him, given his frail appearance.

The black-hearted monster is really inexplicable, he behaves one way every moment.

She clenched her fist and gestured to his face twice, wanting to hit him directly. In the end, she could only sigh, straightened his clothes that were still on her body to cover his neck, then walked to the door and opened it.

Chu Furong and the other two outside the door were already considering whether to just break in, but the door was opened.

Chu Furong took a step forward and looked Chu Jiu up and down. Her eyes fell on Chu Jiu's covered neck and asked worriedly, "Did he hurt you?"

Chujiu was stunned. She didn't expect that she could guess it so easily. But she couldn't admit it. She smiled and shook her head: "He fainted from anger. How could he hurt me?"

"Then why do you cover your neck?" Chu Furong didn't believe it.

Chujiu suddenly realized and pointed to his neck: "Oh, you mean this, isn't it a bit cold? I want to put on another layer."

"..."

This time Chu Furong stopped talking, but she still didn't believe what she said. But since she didn't admit it, she couldn't ask any more questions. She sighed and looked into the room: "He...what's going on?"

When she asked this question, Gao Yashan and the beautiful boy standing behind her also looked into the house.

Chujiu glanced at Mo Xinglan who was lying on the bed in the room: "Didn't I just say that he fainted from anger?"

She didn't know whether he fainted from anger, but since he fainted, it was her business anyway.

Chu Furong looked unconvinced.

In the past few days, her opinion of Mo Xinglan has changed again and again. Now in her eyes, Mo Xinglan is an unfathomable person. So how could Mo Xinglan, who is so powerful, make her faint?

Chujiu naturally knew that she didn't believe it, but didn't want to explain more.

She turned to look at the handsome boy behind her, remembering that he had covered his arm before. She asked, "Were you hurt just now?"

The handsome boy looked at her, blinked twice, lowered his head to look at his arm, then raised his eyes and smiled at her: "It's okay, just a minor skin injury."

After a pause, he continued, "His spiritual power was unstable and he could not exert even half of his strength. I was not paying attention and was injured by him."

Otherwise, it would not just be a matter of scratching the arm, but there would be no chance of pushing away the ninth day.

Chujiu nodded after hearing this, glanced at the three people, sighed and said hesitantly: "He...he is not like this usually, you...don't be afraid of him."

She felt guilty saying this, because she herself was afraid of him, so how could she ask others not to be afraid of him?

But she didn't know how to say it.

Chu Furong looked at her meaningfully, and finally shook her head helplessly: "It's okay, I understand."

"Ah?" She looked up in confusion.

She understands? What does she understand?

Gao Yashan and the beautiful boy behind her were not much better than Chujiu.

The handsome boy rolled his eyes and popped his head over: "Sister, how about I go and see him?"

"What?" Chujiu didn't react again.

The handsome boy explained: "He fainted, I'll go check him out."