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The air in the room was so heavy that it was almost suffocating, which made Mei Qi feel a little cold. He wanted to leave, but he was afraid that they would really fight. He was not worried about Mo Ruchu, but he was afraid that Xi Cang would not be able to beat him. Mo Ruchu's kung fu was only limited by Long Zhan alone Now, even if he is seriously injured now, I'm afraid Xi Cang may not be able to get something cheap. In short, swords have no eyes, and it's not good to hurt anyone.

"Is he all right?"

After a stalemate for a while, Mo Ruchu opened his mouth first, and with his messy thoughts, he only uttered a word of worry.

But Xi Cang only said coldly, "I will take good care of Master's body, I don't need to worry about it, Brother Mo."

"You still want to call me big brother?"

"Brother Mo taught me martial arts, Xi Cang will never forget this kindness in his life."

Mo Ruchu shook his head, "I don't want any kindness from you, can you let me talk to your master alone?"

Xi Cang also shook his head, "Except Master, I can promise you anything else."

"I won't hurt him."

Xi Cang still shook his head, not giving an inch.

"Why don't you ask him what he means?"

"He doesn't want to see you."

"Even if he really doesn't want to see me, I still want to hear from him."

Xi Cang really wanted to kill him with a sword at this time, but he was kind to him. While hesitating, Xi Qing's calm voice suddenly came from the tent, "You go out first."

It was the first time for Mei Qi to hear that cold voice without any emotion at all, she couldn't help curling her lips, thinking to herself, it turns out that the dumb is not dumb.

Xi Cang opened the account and entered, the heavy smoke and brocade shielded the sight of others, and tightly held those jade-like hands, Xi Cang asked unwillingly, "Master, why?"

"If you don't let him see today, he will come tomorrow, if you don't let him see tomorrow, he will come tomorrow."

This reason made Xi Cang heave a sigh of relief, but he still pecked his lips domineeringly, "You are mine."

A ferocious mask concealed her beautiful face, only revealing a pair of dark and indifferent eyes, Xi Qing looked at the person in front of her indifferently, without expressing anything.

Xi Cang sighed again and got up helplessly, "I'm just outside, so don't talk for too long."

Mo Ruchu naturally listened to their words, and the strange yet familiar voice made his facial expression change in an instant, so complicated that the viewers couldn't help frowning.

Xi Cang came out from the tent, and said coldly to him, "Even if you are kind to me, Brother Mo, if you dare to hurt him, I will never forgive you." Then he walked around him and went outside up.

Seeing him coming out, Mei Qi quickly withdrew her feet and followed behind him step by step. Although she also had a lot of questions in her stomach, she didn't dare to ask any questions because of his bad complexion. She just poured a cup of tea for him. , but found that the tea was cold early, so he went to the door and called twice, "Meng Chuan!" But today, Meng Chuan didn't even see him. killed him."

Xi Cang seemed to have discovered his existence just now, and said coldly, "Go out."

That cold tone made Mei Qi unhappy, but seeing that he was in a bad mood at the moment, Mei Qi decided not to argue with him, anyway, staying here would not get him any good, let them Go for it!

Xi Cang picked up the ice-cold tea on the table and drank it down in one gulp. His gaze was focused on someone outside the door, but his ears were listening carefully to every movement in the inner room.

"Brother..."

There was silence for a long while, but Mo Ruchu still couldn't calm down the messy thoughts that filled Mo Ruchu's head. He called unconsciously, but then he didn't know how to speak.

After a while, a cold tone came from the tent, "I'm not your senior brother."

Mo Ruchu shook his head slowly, "No, you are, I have never forgotten your smell." More importantly, you still have a love cup on your body, but Mo Ruchu didn't dare to say this.

But this time there was no response from the account for a long time, Mo Ruchu could only smile wryly, "Brother, are you still blaming me?"

"I'm not your senior brother."

"You won't forgive me, will you?" Mo Ruchu continued to smile wryly, "I don't want to ask for your forgiveness, even if you really are willing to forgive me, I can't forgive myself. In the past, I hope you can be happy, I hope you can smile again."

"I'm not your senior brother." It was still an emotionless sentence, and it was still the same sentence.

"Why do you deny it?" When Mo Ruchu heard him repeating this sentence over and over again, his heart ached. "Your smell, your voice, it's obviously him."

"Am I really that similar to him?"

When Mo Ru heard this for the first time, his expression was startled, and all his emotions froze in an instant, but when he came back to his senses, he had a look of disbelief, "You...are love?"

There was silence in the tent.

Mo Ruchu swallowed hard, and shook his head, "How come, this is impossible? How did you fall into the cup of love? Didn't you... die? Could it be that Long Zhan really lied to me?"

Hearing what he said, Xi Cang couldn't sit still any longer, and rushed back to the inner room in two steps, asking again and again, "What's going on? Why did Hua Ruomeng say that? What did Long Zhan do to Master?"

Mo Ruchu recalled in a daze, "After I found out that Qing'er was the child of my senior brother, I went back to Longcheng to look for him, but Long Zhan told me that he was dead, and it was done by Long Zhan himself. I didn't have any doubts when I heard the news. I knew Long Zhan's temper. The existence of Qing'er was a thorn in his heart. He would definitely not let Qing'er live. I became suspicious, because if Long Zhan wanted Qing'er to die, it was impossible for him to be born in the first place, so I think that was just an excuse for Long Zhan not wanting me to see Qing'er, and Qing'er might have imprisoned him , but..." Mo Ruchu looked at Xi Cang, and then at the blue gauze curtain that day, "Qing'er, why are you here? Why did you win the love cup again? What's going on?"

Xi Cang was very dissatisfied with his one lover, "He is no longer your lover, he is just my master now."

Mo Ruchu showed another extremely bitter smile, and said apologetically to the person on the bed, "I'm sorry, I should have said this to you a long time ago, but I chose to escape, I'm sorry for you father and son, I want to kill you To cut, as long as you say a word."

There was still silence in the tent.

Xi Cang could only answer for him, "Master said, he doesn't hate you."

"I don't hate..." Mo Ruchu stared blankly at the tulle brocade tent that separated each other, "You really don't hate me?"

"You are just a poor person, what's the use of hating you?" Xi Cang repeated Xi Qing's original words to him.

"Poor person... Poor person...hehe..." Mo Ruchu smiled wryly, and suddenly turned around, "I know, even if you don't hate me, you won't want to see me again." After speaking, she took heavy steps After leaving, the slightly curved back looks even more vicissitudes.

Seeing him leave, Xi Cang turned around and got on the couch, hugging the cold body in the single clothes tightly into his arms, "Master, after we clear the cup, shall we leave here?"

Xi Qing nestled against his warm chest, listening to his restless heartbeat, and slowly closed her eyes.

When Mei Qi found Meng Chuan angrily, Meng Chuan was shaking on the couch. Mei Qi tore him off the ground and kicked him twice. I am lazy, believe it or not, I will chop you up and feed the dog right now?"

Meng Chuan was complaining in his heart. He didn't sleep well last night, his stomach hurt all night, he couldn't even get up early, and he didn't know what that femme fatale woman had done to him.On the one hand, his life was pinched, and on the other hand, he was Long Zhan's own son. If he was offended by both of these two actions, his fate would be miserable, but he didn't know what to do!

"Why don't you talk?" Xi Qing kicked her again, "Could it be possible that you're also dumb?"

Meng Chuan let out a muffled howl, begging for mercy again and again, "Young master, please spare me, my little body is really sick, and my stomach hurts like twisting, I really can't serve you today, you can beat or scold me, please save my little life!"

"My stomach hurt yesterday, and it hurts again today. What did you eat?"

"I don't know about the little ones."

Mei Qi rubbed her chin, "If that's the case, let that doctor Miao Jiang come and show you."

"No! Don't!" Meng Chuan was shocked and shook his head again and again to veto.

"Why?" Mei Qi was puzzled when she saw his pale face, "I have a good heart, don't you be ignorant!"

Meng Chuan sweated profusely when he thought of the deadly bamboo flute in the man's hand, but he didn't dare to tell the truth. It will be fine if you do it twice, I don’t dare to bother the doctor.” As he spoke, he actually made an embarrassing sound.

Mei Qi hurriedly covered her mouth and nose, and stared at him with disgust, "It's really useless, I'll give you a day to rest, if you don't come to serve me tomorrow, see if I don't pluck your skin!"

"Thank you son, thank you son." Meng Chuan kowtowed again and again.

Mo Ruchu collapsed after going back. Long Er, who was discussing medical skills with Wu Hui, heard the news and rushed to Huichu Pavilion, and Wu Hui was also pulled here by him.

Long Er looked at Mo Ruchu's pale face without a trace of blood, and said to Wu, "Your medical skills are really extraordinary, as long as you help me heal his injuries, I'll give you 30 taels of gold, how about it?"

Although Mo Ruchu's injury was serious, it wasn't an intractable disease, so this condition was quite attractive to any doctor, but Wu Hui just slightly moved the corners of his mouth, looked at the bed and said, "You are famous. Mo Ruchu Mo Daxia, even if I don't take any money, I will cure him."

"Oh?" Long Er deliberately raised his eyebrows and asked, "You know him too?"

"I have been in the Central Plains for three years, and Daxia Mo often appears in Dragon City. How can I not recognize such a recognizable character!"

"Then you also know who I am?"

"Second Master Long."

Long Er smiled and unfolded the folding fan, shook it twice, "You are quite interesting, Long Er made you a friend, and now I ask you to treat the person on the bed first."

"Respect is worse than obedience."

Wu Hui said as he sat on the couch, pulled Mo Ruchu's wrist, and carefully checked the pulse.

Long Er looked at his serious side face, but his face was thoughtful.

The author has something to say: I found out that I forgot the very important line in front of me while I was writing.

Forget it, I'm too lazy to change them one by one, anyway, it doesn't have any important impact.

The notebook was not repaired last time, but the exhaust fan was whistling.

It seems that I have to take another look, and it may be too late tomorrow.