Buddhism

Suddenly, Qing Mo felt the moisture on his neck, and he panicked. He slightly pushed Mu Youfang away, looked down at Mu Youfang's red eyes, and asked anxiously, "What's wrong? But it's uncomfortable there?"

Mu Youfang was a little embarrassed and turned his face away. After a moment of silence, he adjusted his emotions before looking squarely into Qing Mo's eyes.He asked hoarsely, "Where have you been these few days?"

"In order to save Xiahou Feimo, my spiritual power was exhausted, so I rested on a nearby tree. Unexpectedly, I fell asleep for three days." Qing Mo replied honestly, looking at Mu Youfang His eyes were full of guilt.

"Then you can recover now? Are you in good health?" Mu Youfang checked Qing Mo up and down, and asked nervously.

"It's all right now, everything is in order." He looked at Mu Youfang's sallow face, and his expression sank: "It's you, you have been troubled these days." He inspected Mu Youfang's whole body, and looked up again. Touching it with his hand, he asked, "Did they torture you? Did they torture you?" Qing Mo stretched his hand towards Mu Youfang's back.When he used to read the storybook, it was said that the jailer likes to use braids to smack the back of the prisoner, especially for men. It is the kind of perverted mentality that will not stop until half of his life is taken.

Qing Mo's speed was too fast, and Mu Youfang had no time to stop it.When Qing Mo touched Mu Youfang's back, Mu Youfang's body trembled unconsciously.He quickly pushed Qing Mo's hand away, not wanting to worry him, so he pursed his lips and said with a light smile: "It's okay."

Qing Mo looked at Mu Youfang's pale face. When he just hugged him, he felt that the skin under the thin prison clothes was a little uneven.Just now he thought that Mu Youfang was too excited, that's why he was trembling, but now that he thinks about it, it's not entirely true.With a tough attitude, he insisted on looking at Mu Youfang's back, and said in a cold voice, "It's all right? Why don't you let me see it?"

Mu Youfang turned his face slightly, his eyes fell, he knew that Qing Mo would not give up, and it was useless for him to struggle.Seeing that Mu Youfang remained silent and did not resist, Qing Mo knew that Mu Youfang had acquiesced.

Qing Mo gently untied Mu Youfang's clothes, and the moment the clothes slipped off, Qing Mo felt her heart tremble.Mu Youfang's back was covered with dense wounds from being beaten by braids, bruised and purple, and there were even a few extremely eye-catching wounds with bloody scabs. The red and swollen abnormalities must have been filled with pus. If there is no treatment, time will pass. After a while it might rot.

Qing Mo's chest heaved, and the anger in his heart surged out. The veins on his forehead bulged: "How dare they! How dare they treat you like this! Damn it, damn it all! I'm going to kill them!"

Mu Youfang was really afraid that Qing Mo would kill someone impulsively, so he didn't even pull up his clothes, so he hurriedly turned around and grabbed Qing Mo's arm that was about to get up.The movement was too big and the wound on the back was affected, and the painful facial features were all wrinkled together.

Seeing this, Qing Mo didn't dare to leave, so he hurriedly sat back, supported Mu Youfang and said angrily, "You're all hurt like this, why are you not being honest, hurry up and sit down."

Mu Youfang closed his eyes for a while, waited for the pain to subside, and then said: "I'm not dead, I don't need to make such a big fight, it's not good for you!" He didn't let go of Qing Mo's hand, and neither did Qing Mo. Let go, and the hands of the two people are tightly held together.

"Do I have to wait for you to die before I can avenge you?" Qing Mo's anger was at its peak, he would never allow Mu Youfang to die, absolutely not.Otherwise, he would have slaughtered all the people in the palace.

Mu Youfang held Qing Mo's hand tightly, looked at Qing Mo's words and said: "Even if I die, you don't want to avenge me. Killing brings only destruction."

"I don't care, if you die, I want everyone to be buried with you!" Qing Mo said his thoughts loudly without hesitation.

Qing Mo frowned because of the rage, and his eyes were filled with murderous aura.Mu Youfang sighed.Knowing that it is useless to tell Qing Mo like this, since Qing Mo can say it, he can do it.Fortunately, he is not dead now, otherwise the crime would be serious.He squeezed Qing Mo's palm, lowered his voice a few degrees, and said warmly: "Don't say I'm not dead, I'm still fine now, I've seen you too."

"What's the matter, it's all hurt like this." Qing Mo's anger remained undiminished, and from the corner of his eye he looked at Mu Youfang's back, whose face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

Afraid of irritating him again, Mu Youfang pulled up his clothes calmly and slowly buttoned them up. : "Brother Zhou Yun secretly delivered the medicine, it's not that serious."

"He still has a little conscience, but his medicine is really not very good, with little effect." Qing Mo complained.Mu Youfang knew why Qing Mo didn't like Mu Youfang's medicine, he chuckled lightly: "It's not as good as Chitong's medicine."

"That's it!" Qing Mo said puzzled, "What are you doing, I'll heal your wounds." Qing Mo gathered spiritual power in his hands to signal Mu Youfang to turn around.

Mu Youfang kept moving, and shook his head: "After applying the medicine, you will be cured in a short time. Your spiritual power has already been sealed, and if you force it, you will suffer backlash."

"It's okay, I'm used to it." Qing Mo said indifferently, seeing that Mu Youfang didn't turn around, he turned to Mu Youfang's back by himself.

"Qing Mo! This is not good!" Mu Youfang felt that it didn't matter if he suffered a little skin trauma. If Qing Mo suffered a backlash, his cultivation base would be reduced suddenly, which would not be worth the loss.

Seeing that Mu Youfang didn't cooperate with him, Qing Mo immediately turned cold: "If you don't listen to me, I'll go and kill the bastard who tortured you immediately!"

With Qing Mo's tough attitude, Mu Youfang had no choice but to compromise. He knew that he couldn't beat Qing Mo after all, so he could only obey.After Qing Mo's treatment, the tingling pain and burning sensation on his back were much better.

The stone in his heart finally fell to the ground, the pain of the injury eased, and Mu Youfang relaxed.He leaned against Qing Mo with his tired eyes open, looked at Qing Mo with a dazed expression, held Qing Mo's hand tightly and muttered: "Qing Mo, promise me that you will not kill people casually no matter what, this matter is not about you Do it, we can clear the charges, don't rush."

Mu Youfang's tired expression of wanting to sleep but not daring to sleep made Qing Mo's heart tighten as he watched, naturally he would not let him be unhappy at this time, so he nodded and agreed. "I know, no, you can rest assured and sleep." Fearing that Mu Youfang would be cold, he carefully hugged Mu Youfang in his arms, warming him with his own body temperature.

After getting the answer he wanted, Mu Youfang fell asleep in complete peace of mind.The corners of his mouth were raised slightly, with a faint smile on his face, and he slept peacefully.

After Mu Youfang fell asleep for a while, Qing Mo's gloomy eyes became deeper and deeper.He carefully laid Mu Youfang flat on the withered grass, and took off his coat to cover him.He sat cross-legged on the ground, quietly looking at Mu Youfang's sleeping face, feeling the joy and melancholy of regaining what had been lost.

Fortunately, it was still in time, fortunately he came back in time, fortunately they did not miss it.At this moment, Qing Mo finally understood his intentions. He took out his natal wood, put a red string on it, and put it gently on Mu Youfang's neck. The natal wood contained his spiritual power, The natal tree will no longer feel cold in Mu Youfang.

Qing Mo pursed his lips, with nostalgia in his eyes, he murmured to Mu Youfang who was asleep, "Wait for me to pick you up." After the voice fell, his body disappeared in place in an instant.

The stars have dispersed, and the cold moon in the night sky has long been covered in thick clouds.In the second half of the night, it was even colder, the cold wind was howling, and it was freezing outside and heavy snow fell.

Qing Mo's figure is like a ghostly black shadow, shuttling back and forth in the palace.He was looking for Xiahou Feimo.Xiahou Feimo was dying of unconsciousness, so it was difficult for him to detect his scent and calculate his exact location.Usually he never cared which palace he lived in, but now it was a big trouble, he could only look for one palace after another.

At dawn, he finally found the palace where Xiahou Feimo lived.He stood upright on the city wall outside the palace, looking at the palace where Xiahou Feimo lived. The cold wind blew his clothes and long hair, blowing them out in the snow.

The corner of Qing Mo's mouth curled up, with a sneer of disdain: "The formation is good, but unfortunately it has little effect." Xiahou Feimo's palace has set up a formation, which is specially used to deal with demons and ghosts.Although Qing Mo is a demon, because his spiritual power was sealed, his demonic aura dropped sharply.He also has a thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum on his body, and the evil spirit emitted by it is completely covered by the Ganoderma lucidum.Although this formation will be a bit troublesome, it can't help him.

Qing Mo didn't touch the formation, but quietly entered Xiahou Feimo's bedroom directly.The servants and servants who were on guard at night were already soundly asleep. Xiahou Feimo's palace was magnificent and grand, and everything showed their royal style.

Standing in front of Xiahou Feimo's bed, looking at Xiahou Feimo's gray and pale face.Dying, lifeless, if not.Still holding his breath, Qing Mo even felt that he was more like a dead body at this time.

Qing Mo doesn't know medical skills, so he can't see what's good or bad.But he used his spiritual power to see through Xiahou Feimo's body, and saw the black air gathering around the hole where Xiahou Feimo was shot by the arrow, and it spread to the gas part of his body.And Xiahou Feimo's frail heart was beating so slowly that people didn't dare to speak out, for fear that someone who didn't pay attention to his weird little heart would go on strike.weird?Qing Mo concentrated his attention and found that Xiahou Feimo's heart was missing a corner.

Suddenly a small voice came from under Xiahou Feimo's bed, and Qing Mo vigilantly hid his body in a dark place.After a while, a man in black crawled out from under the bed. The man in black with a disheveled face lifted his veil, looked at Xiahou Feimo who was dying on the bed with a frustrated face, and sighed faintly: "I still haven't found him. It seems that you are really going to be killed this time."

This familiar voice and face, who is not Rufeng?Qing Mo came out from the darkness, and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you looking for?"

Rufeng was taken aback by the sudden voice, and he calmed down immediately with a strong psychological quality, and quickly turned around to face Shang Qingmo with a displeased expression on his face, and said in great surprise: "I knew it, you will definitely come back. "

"Yes, I'm back." With a gloomy face, Qing Mo looked at Ru Feng quietly, his eyes were right and wrong, as if he wanted to poke a hole in Ru Feng with his eyes.

Rufeng stiffened his back, wanted to retreat but did not dare to retreat, guilty of not daring to look at Qing Mo.He knew that Qingmo was here to settle accounts with him. After all, when Mu Youfang was imprisoned, he, as the only person who knew the truth, did not keep Mu Youfang alive.Considering his status and functions, it would be good to be able to protect himself, so how could he intervene in Mu Youfang's affairs.

Seeing that Qing Mo was staring at him quietly like this, and had no intention of taking action to heal Xiahou Feimo, Rufeng knew that if he didn't give him a satisfactory explanation, he probably wouldn't be able to save people.

Ru Feng lowered his eyes, sighed faintly, and said helplessly: "It's not that I don't want to explain, but someone stepped in first and disrupted the whole thing, turning it upside down. The empress saw that I didn't protect His Highness well. , and know that I was dumped by His Highness, so I don’t trust me any more.” He said with some guilt: “Things have developed like this, and I am helpless and helpless.”

"Who is the mastermind behind the scenes? Even your empress is being tricked by him!" Qing Mo folded his arms and frowned slightly.There was a cold light in his eyes.For those who dare to plot against him, he will let him know that death will be a relief.