With a brain-loving husband [travel]

After the rain, the road on the mountain was muddy. Fang Yun slipped accidentally and was about to fall sideways. Mo Jingcheng quickly pulled him into his arms with his uninjured left hand.

Fang Yun's eyes twitched for a while, and then he fell into his generous chest.

A fresh scent of herbs instantly hit his nostrils.

"Be careful." A dull voice came from above his head, seemingly displeased.

Fang Yun shuddered, hurriedly straightened his body, lowered his head in fear, his eyes were slightly bent, and a little rosy.His eyes dodged, and his hand gestures also stumbled.

But Mo Jingcheng still understood what he meant.

Glancing at the embarrassed Fang Yun, Mo Jingcheng sighed, put his hands on his soft hair, and comforted him: "I'm not angry with you, you came together because you were worried about me, why should I be angry?"

After all, he bent down and put his face in front of Fang Yun. After seeing the slightly red nose tip and the pair of almond eyes filled with tears, he was slightly taken aback, "Why are you crying?"

Hearing this, Fang Yun shook his head fiercely, and wiped his tears with his sleeve.

Because he was worried that Mo Jingcheng would be injured if he only went up the mountain, he followed along regardless of dissuasion.As long as he thought of the scene of Mo Jingcheng fainting in the blood at that time, Fang Yun couldn't help but shudder.

If Brother Mo really had an accident because of him, what should he do?

But now that it's here, it will only cause trouble for the other party, and he feels very sad.

Is he really a useless person as A Niang said?

But a cold fingertip reached out and wiped away his tears, "Don't think too much, let's go and see how the Crane Spirit Grass is in condition."

Before reaching the field, the boulder was still there, still standing in the broken field.

Mo Jingcheng walked straight over, only to realize that the condition of Helingcao was not optimistic.The crane-like tender seedlings withered and turned gray-brown, curled up, and the surface of the seedlings dried up and fell off to the ground, making a mess.Let alone nurturing this situation, it is even difficult to revive it.

Fang Yun, who followed, also opened his mouth in surprise.

Although he had never seen what a seedling of Crane Spirit Grass looked like, Mo Jingcheng had described it to him. It was as graceful as a crane, with a faint purple light emitting from its body.

The crane spirit grass that Brother Mo took his life to retrieve died just like this?

Fang Yun lowered his eyes.

He didn't care if he could speak again, as long as Brother Mo could understand what he wanted to say.But he was even more unwilling to let Brother Mo lose.

"Fang Yun." Mo Jingcheng stared at the withered seedling, as if thinking about something, his eyes moved slightly, "Can you help me go to the bamboo forest to break some bamboo sticks?"

After speaking, he raised his head and stared at Fang Yun with a pair of deep eyes.

With unwillingness, with countless tenderness and fascination.

Fang Yun was taken aback for a moment, hurriedly nodded and ran away.

When Fang Yun's back was completely out of sight, Mo Jingcheng looked away.

Looking at the withered seedlings in front of him, he sighed helplessly, took out more than half of the remaining nutrient solution in the database, and sprinkled a little on the withered leaves of Heling grass.

Fortunately, it was not used up at that time, but now it comes in handy.However, he only found out later through the information hidden in the database that a little nutrient solution is actually enough for the Crane Spirit Grass to have the conditions to germinate, so there is no need to sprinkle so much at a time.

But although the Crane Spirit Grass in front of him had some reaction, after absorbing all the nutrient solution sprinkled on it, it only emitted a faint purple light and then stopped moving, and the withered seedlings did not return to their original color.

"This is still missing, right?" Mo Jingcheng chuckled and looked at his injured right hand.

Without any hesitation, he bit the end of the bandage with his teeth, and forcibly removed the bandage.Strips of bandages covered with blood and herbal residues slowly fell to the ground, revealing the hideous wound on Mo Jingcheng's arm.

He has recovered well in the past few days, and scabs have formed on the wound, which is crookedly attached to his arm.

Mo Jingcheng didn't take a second look at the wound, turned his head and picked out a sharper stone from the pile of rubble beside him, looked at the direction Fang Yun was leaving, gritted his teeth and scratched the scabbed wound fiercely, the blood immediately Breaking through the scab and gushing out.

The bright red blood covered the entire arm in an instant, and the already pale and flawless arm was even more gorgeous and poignant under the background of the blood.

The person who was supposed to be in pain didn't respond at this time, and calmly stretched out his bloody arm above the Crane Spirit Grass, only slightly trembling lips revealed the unbearable sharp pain.

Blood gurgled on the withered leaves of Heling grass, and immediately after, the withered leaves seemed to feel the source of strength, trembling slightly, sucking in suddenly, absorbing all the blood on it into his body inside.

Immediately afterwards, the withered Crane Spirit Grass body exuded a brilliant purple light, and the taupe shell shed off layer by layer, finally revealing the innermost purple crane-like tender seedlings.

Not only that, but the Crane Spirit Grass also began to grow rapidly, changing from a crouched crane shape to a flying shape.

really.

Mo Jingcheng twitched the corners of his lips that had lost some blood, because the brain was clamoring for lack of energy due to the rapid loss of blood.

The reason why so much nutrient solution was not used was because the Crane Spirit Grass absorbed his blood.

Heling grass can only be cultivated by mixing blood with nutrient solution.

When Gu Cheng said that he had cultivated the Crane Spirit Grass, he was skeptical. The Crane Spirit Grass did not respond after being sprinkled with the nutrient solution, so why did he grow tender seedlings while he was unconscious?

He quickly collected all kinds of information in the database, trying to find answers from it.This is also part of the reason why he didn't go up the mountain to see the Crane Spirit Grass in the past few days. He didn't figure out how to make the Crane Spirit Grass bloom.

If you don't figure it out, even if you go up the mountain, it's just a waste of time.

That is to say, it is not enough to grow tender seedlings, only the flowers that bloom from Helingcao can be used as medicine.

So he took the opportunity to rest at home and desperately used his brain to collect relevant information.

But when he was included in the ranks of scrapped robots, the researchers had deleted most of the information about Crane Spirit Grass in his brain, so it was quite difficult to search.

But fortunately, by accident, when he went to look for Fang Yun after taking a bath that night, the panic made him suddenly discover that there was a hidden space in his brain that had never been discovered.

And the information stored in it happened to be the information when the research institute was cultivating Crane Spirit Grass.

It's obviously my own thing, but it's restrained like this.

Mo Jingcheng smiled wryly.

"Since they have tested that the nutrient solution is not the most important thing, then the only thing you absorbed that day was my blood."

The Crane Spirit Grass seemed to be answering him, swaying gently in the wind, and the spread crane wings were like feathers becoming immortals.

He sent Fang Yun away just now, just to test his guess.If Fang Yun was here, he would definitely stop his crazy actions.

The sound of "click" came from behind, and Mo Jingcheng turned around following the sound, but saw Fang Yun's eyes widened, his small face turned pale with fright, and Fang Yun threw all the bamboo sticks he picked up at his feet .

I wanted to comfort Fang Yun with a sound, but the brain was really short of energy, so Mo Jingcheng didn't make a sound, which made him look even weaker.

But he didn't cover the wound well, and still let it flow out.

"Absorb more." Mo Jingcheng panted, a little unable to hold on, and fell back and passed out.

Before fainting, Mo Jingcheng secretly wondered how many times he should faint.

When he woke up again, what Mo Jingcheng saw was still Gu Cheng.

Seeing that the person woke up, Gu Cheng still scolded unceremoniously: "You brat!"

Even what Miracle Doctor Gu said was exactly the same as what he heard after waking up that day, Mo Jingcheng thought for a moment that time had gone backwards.

If it wasn't for the fact that the right arm was wrapped more like a rice dumpling.

"What are you doing in a daze?" Gu Cheng didn't ask curiously, and then shouted towards the door, "Brother Yun! Boy Mo is awake, come in!"

Soon, Fang Yun ran in, met Mo Jingcheng's eyes, and rushed over.

"Brother Mo!"

Mo Jingcheng was stunned.

"Brother Mo, you finally woke up, I'm so worried about you!"

A voice like a clear spring came from his arms, a little soft and soft, perhaps because of crying, the ending was still a little trembling.

It was like a breeze that swept away a layer of smog in his heart, slowly rippling into Mo Jingcheng's ears.

Mo Jingcheng stupidly lowered his head to look at the head in his arms, feeling a little dazed for a moment.

Has he lost energy due to excessive blood loss, has he already begun to experience auditory hallucinations?

"Brother Mo, do you still have a headache?" Seeing that Mo Jingcheng didn't respond, Fang Yun raised his head, with tears still glistening in his bright eyes.

Saying that, Wei Liang's hand reached out to Mo Jingcheng's forehead.A little cold, but very comfortable.

The slightly cold touch made Mo Jingcheng wake up instantly, and excitedly held Fang Yun's hand with his left hand, "You can talk now?! Isn't this a dream?"

Gu Cheng expressed his incomprehension to Mo Jingcheng's slow reaction, "Didn't you hear Brother Yun just now, did you lose too much blood and become stupid? When I went to look for you on the mountain, I saw that the Crane Spirit Grass had already died. The flowers bloomed, but you were unconscious, so you were afraid of delaying the time, so you decocted it and gave it to Brother Yun to drink."

As he said that, he glanced at Fang Yun again, "Brother Yun didn't want to drink it at first, but he said it was raised with your blood, so he refused."

Fang Yun lowered his head, his eyes darkened.

But he drank anyway.

He drank the Crane Spirit Grass raised with Brother Mo's blood.

Xu Shi saw Fang Yun's guilt, and Gu Cheng took a rare effort to explain, "I let Brother Yun drink it. I said I can't let you down. Don't blame him."

But Mo Jingcheng didn't hear what Gu Cheng was saying at all, and his face was full of uncontrollable joy. Although his right arm hurt badly, he was still beaming with joy.

"Fang Yun, say something more." Mo Jingcheng took Fang Yun's hand and pressed it to his face.

Fang Yun blinked his eyes, a pair of apricot blossoms were as dazzling as stars.

"I want to hear it."

"Brother Mo," Fang Yun paused, looking seriously into Mo Jingcheng's eyes, "Thank you."

The medicinal effect of Crane Spirit Grass is really good, it not only cured Fang Yun's dumb disease, but also relieved Fang Yun's other ailments.

The news quickly spread throughout Xinghua Village. Everyone in the village knew that it was Mo Jingcheng who had found the legendary Crane Spirit Grass and cured Fang Yun. They all praised Mo Jingcheng for being a good man.

And this news, of course, came out of Gu Cheng's mouth, but as for how to find it, and how to make the Crane Spirit Grass bloom, everyone doesn't know at all.

It's just that Mo Jingcheng's right arm was seriously injured, and the villagers couldn't help being surprised. It was too dangerous to find a Crane Spirit Grass, and he almost lost his hand.

But the villagers who didn't know the specific situation didn't talk about these things behind their backs. Instead, they occasionally brought a basket of eggs or some rabbit meat to the door, saying that they wanted to nourish Mo Jingcheng.

After all, the scarecrow made by Mo Jingcheng saved the entire Xinghua Village. Otherwise, if the big bugs cannot be driven away, how many people will starve to death after this year's harvest.

Furthermore, they liked Fang Yun already, and they all wanted to come to congratulate Fang Yun.

What a great thing it would be if the dumb disease was cured!

Mo Jingcheng himself didn't care, he accepted it as soon as he gave it away, and just thanked him indifferently.It's just that Fang Yun is suffering, and it is very distressing to have to greet the villagers who come to the door once after doing some work.

Although his dumb disease has been cured, he hasn't spoken for a long time, and he stutters a little when he speaks, always hesitating and spitting out unpleasantness.The villagers didn't laugh at it, but Fang Yun felt uncomfortable.

So later, after Mo Jingcheng sent Fang Xiao back, he closed the courtyard door tightly and declined all the gifts from the villagers who came to the door.

At the same time, they often find some excuses to avoid Fang Yun and go to the village chief's house to continue dealing with Fang Yun's affairs.

Previously, he mainly focused on curing Fang Yun's dumb illness, so he temporarily ignored what Du Meijuan did to Fang Yun.

And now, it's time to be vigilant against Du Meijuan.