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"No, don't, don't go."

"Qingchen, Qingchen, what's wrong with you?"

Mo Yi slowly opened her eyes, it was already broad daylight, Mo Yi smiled at Shen Zhuixi and said, "No, it's okay, I had a nightmare."

Shen Zhuixi looked at him, helped him to sit up, turned and left, and after a while, came in with a bowl of hot minced meat porridge, sat on the edge of the bed, raised his sleeves and wiped the sweat off Mo Yi's head , smiled, scooped up a spoonful of porridge to cool down, and fed it to Mo Yi. Mo Yi was startled for a moment, and opened his mouth to take it with a smile.

"Father sent a letter yesterday, saying that the young master of the Zhao family, Zhao Xuerong, had admitted that the evil spirit was the one who threatened the lives of his entire family and had no choice but to help that person. Now that he knew his entire family was dead, he didn't have any scruples. Confession."

Mo Yi thought to himself, this Patriarch Shen is very capable, "Then...does he know who that person is?"

Shen Zhuixi shook his head, and said: "He doesn't know, he only knows from the conversation that the man is very familiar with the cultivation world, his voice has been disguised, his face is covered by black mist, but he is a bit fat and tall. not tall."

"Familiarity with the world of cultivation doesn't necessarily mean that I am knowledgeable and knowledgeable. It may be that I have planted eyeliners all over the place, or it may be that I have bought people from various cultivating families." Mo Yi thought for a while and said: "No matter which one None of these methods can be done easily, and I have never heard of other things happening before." Mo Yi suddenly raised his head and said, "Brother Zhuixi, which cultivating family is closer to Yelan City this night?"

Shen Zhuixi frowned, and said: "There are two aristocratic families around Yelan City, Qianchuan Palace and Youlan Pavilion. As far as I know, the owner of Qianchuan Palace, Mu Xiyun, is known for his compassion for the world. This Youlan Pavilion Well, there is no suspicion, the disciples in the pavilion have practiced medical skills for generations, and non-patriarch's children are not allowed to impart immortality."

Mo Yi nodded and said, "Brother Zhuixi, I'm almost healed, let's go back tomorrow."

Shen Zhuixi looked at him and said with a smile: "No hurry, you can rest for a few more days."

Mo Yi said anxiously: "Brother Zhuixi, I'm already lying down..."

Shen Zhuixi smiled and stuffed a pill into his mouth, the pill was bitterer than coptis, seeing that Mo Yi was about to spit it out, Shen Zhuixi hurriedly sat on the side of the bed, raised his hand to cover his mouth, and said, "This medicine can The Ganoderma lucidum that I picked off the Baizhang cliff a few years ago was mixed with 49-day-old root-free water. It took 81-[-] days to refine it. It is very good for healing. I only have this one left. You are not allowed to give it to me Waste." Mo Yi couldn't bear the tears, but Shen Zhuixi covered his mouth and couldn't spit it out. Shen Zhuixi covered him with one hand, and handed a glass of water to Mo Yi with the other. After swallowing the medicine, Shen Zhuixi looked at him, took off his hand with a satisfied smile, put his arms around Mo Yi's shoulders, and said, "Qingchen, you are the first person to take this medicine, why don't you give it to me?" Pick a name."

Mo Yi glanced at him resentfully, and said, "Jiuku Wan."

Shen Zhuixi grinned at him, reached out and took out a candy and put it in front of Mo Yi, Mo Yi smiled and took it, saying: "Brother Zhuixi, can we go back tomorrow?"

Shen Zhuixi waved his hand to set a restraint in the room, lowered the bed curtain, and said softly: "Qingchen, let me see your wound."

Mo Yi's face flushed, and he slowly took off the clothes that had stuck to the wound on his right shoulder, revealing the ferocious inflamed wound on his chest, Shen Zhuixi gently helped Mo Yi to lie down, picked up a wet towel from the side, Carefully wiping his wound, looked down at Mo Yi and said, "Qingchen, do you... hurt?"

Mo Yi bit her lip and shook her head reluctantly, Shen Zhuixi helped him wipe off the cold sweat on his forehead, "Qingchen, I...I don't know those doctors...Qingchen, I'm sorry..."

Mo Yi hurriedly said: "Senior brother Zhuixi, I'm fine, don't blame yourself," holding Shen Zhuixi's hand, enduring the pain and forced a smile: "It's fine, I won't die."

Shen Zhuixi lowered his head and took out a white jade bottle from his bosom, gently smeared the liquid inside on Mo Yi's chest, silently tore off a piece of cloth from his sleeve and wrapped it on Mo Yi's wound, then wiped off Mo Yi's chest The blood stains on the clothes, pull the clothes up for Mo Yi.

Mo Yi tentatively said: "Brother Zhuixi, I...I'm not in a hurry to go back, you...don't be angry."

Shen Zhuixi sighed, lay down beside him, grabbed Mo Yi's hand, and said with a smile: "Qingchen, why would I blame you, it's just that Yanxiexuan is far away from here, so it's not good for your injury."

Mo Yi nodded, slowly turned over, and slipped into Shen Zhuixi's arms with a smile.