Love against the sky

Lan Shang only felt that his cheeks were hot, and a few red fingerprints were left on his pale face.Depressed and desperate.He actually laughed, "I don't want my life anymore, one hand is nothing."

"I don't want to live anymore, right?" Mo Yan nodded, laughing wildly, "Very good, very good! Then before you die, can you tell me why you don't want to live anymore? Why! Just because two members of the clan died Is it because that scum named Qianye took away the throne? Is it because I pointed a sword at you just now? Or is it because you have no courage to face reality! Tell me! If you don’t explain it clearly to me, I will let you If you want to live, you can't ask for death!"

Lan Shang stared at him blankly, unable to speak for a moment, her thin lips trembling slightly.Every sentence he said pierced into his heart, like a sharp knife, relentlessly scratching his soul.

"I hit it right! Hehe." Mo Yan paused, sat down on the edge of the couch, looked into his eyes, "Lanzhang, I thought you were a person with a lot of backbone, but now it seems nothing more than that. "

"Do you think I have a backbone? Hehe, the prince really knows how to joke."

"Think what you want." Mo Yan lowered his head, as if he was thinking, "Although I am a martial arts practitioner, I am definitely not the kind of person you think."

"What kind of person am I thinking of?"

Mo Yan looked sideways at him, and at that moment, a gleam of softness and depth seemed to flash across his cold and sharp eyes, "I just don't understand the style."

"I don't have any style."

"You know exactly what I'm talking about. So, how about you, heal your hands obediently, and I'll tell you a story."

Lan Shang slightly turned her head and looked at him in bewilderment, why he was always different from what she had expected, and always brought a glimmer of hope to herself every time she was in despair.Gently nodded, stretched out his hand, "Okay."

Mo Yan carried the medicine box. To be honest, he knew nothing about medical skills, but he gritted his teeth and went into battle.Looking at the carefully placed silver needles in the box, and at the shocking wound on Lan Shang's hand, he swallowed dryly, and said, "I need to apply some pain-relieving herbal medicine or something."

"I do not know."

"That can't just be sutured like this, wouldn't it hurt to death."

"It's okay, you come."

"Forget it, that's the only way to go, then you have to be patient." Mo Yan took out a silver needle and lit it on the fire, and then led another thread to it. This seamstress is different from sewing clothes, it's not that he can't go down. Hands, just can't do anything to the place like Lanzhang.There is a voice in my heart saying, do you like him?Another voice vehemently denied it, how could it be possible, it was just playing on the spot.

"What are you staring at that needle, it's okay, come on."

"Oh..." It was like waking up from a dream, "Don't be afraid of pain."

"I'm not a three-year-old kid."

Mo Yan just laughed, looked at him and said, "Don't cry even if it hurts. Do you hear me? If you dare to cry, I'll..." He narrowed his eyes and smiled evilly.

Lan Shang looked at him, feeling a little lost for a moment, feeling like everything was in a dream.In an instant, he was a different person.

The silver needle pierced into the flesh with a tinge of scorching heat, causing a heart-rending pain.

Blood gushed out, and the slender fingers trembled.

"Does it hurt?" Mo Yan asked.

"Fortunately, I...I want to ask you a question."

"Say."

"You, for me...forget it."

"I know what you want to ask." Another needle pierced in and pulled out from the other end of the skin, "Lan Shang, what we said tonight, when the sun rises, forget everything, okay?"

Lan Shang slowly lowered her eyes and nodded slightly.

"Fine. I know you want to ask me how I feel about you, do I like you or something, right?"

Lan Shang didn't answer, but still lowered her eyes and looked at a certain place.

"I can only tell you that love and not love are only in a blink of an eye, just like turning around."

"Hehe." Lan Zhang raised his eyes, and the water in his eyes sparkled, "Then can you tell me whether you treat me before or after you turn around."

"No matter how strong you are, it will be fine soon." Mo Yan wiped the blood that was oozing out with gauze, and asked casually: "Then what are you doing to me? And when?"

"I never turned back to you."

Mo Yan pursed his lips and smiled, without saying a word, he just said: "It will be fine soon, there are still two last injections." He looked up at him, "This time the performance is okay, I didn't cry."

Lan Shang turned her head to one side, "When did I cry?"

"Oh, you still don't admit it, pretend I didn't see it?" After a pause, "I've said it all, I'm not the kind of person you imagined."

"Then I didn't cry either."

"I know the mouth is hard." Poured some wine and soaked the sutured wound, "Okay, there should be no problem. Just be careful not to get wet, and it will heal after a while."

In fact, Lanzhang's hand hurts, and his heart hurts too, but he doesn't want to show it, he doesn't want Mo Yan to feel that he is a cowardly person.Mo Yan pulled some more gauze, put it near his mouth, bit it off, and wrapped it up for him.

"Okay." Patted Lanshang's hand, "How about it, my king's medical skills are not bad."

Lan Shang looked down at her hands, and said softly, "Where's your story?"

Mo Yan smiled, "I'll go out and relieve myself, and I'll tell you when I come back."

"and many more."

"What are you doing? You have to follow after you relieve yourself."

"No, I want to bury my people."

"Oh..." Mo Yan nodded, "Then I'll order people to dig two holes in the back mountain and carry their bodies there."

"I'll go with you." Lan Shang got up and stepped out of the tent.

"Hello." Mo Yan called him from behind, and handed him a cloak. A look of surprise flashed across Lan Shang's brows, and she stared at the cloak in his hand in shock.

"Take it, what are you looking at?"

Lan Shang slowly stretched out his hand, and gently grasped the soft texture, which was very warm, but then he let go, "I'm not cold, you can wear it."

Mo Yan pursed his lips, and put it on him directly, "I have plenty of these things, so you don't need to show your spirit."

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