Morning Star

Chapter 428 Relapse of Injury

Mo Xinglan sighed: "I can't."

"But you sang to me to sleep last year. And you have such a beautiful voice, I just want to hear you sing." She pouted unhappily.

Although it's hummed instead of sung, it still sounds very nice.

Mo Xinglan closed his eyes, feeling a little depressed by her noise.

He raised his hand and rubbed her head and said with a smile: "If you have nothing to do, just go to sleep. Why do you have to listen to me sing?"

"I don't want to sleep. I just want to hear you sing. When you want to hear me sing, you just say a word and I'll sing. But when I want to hear you sing, you still won't sing even after I've talked you so much that your lips are broken. It's not fair at all." She frowned and waved away his hand on her head, glaring at him.

When she said this, Mo Xinglan was stunned for a moment, and when he thought about it carefully, it seemed to be true.

Suddenly, he felt guilty, and his eyes flickered as he lowered his head. "I don't know any songs except the birthday song you taught me and the song I hummed that night. You can't ask me to make one up, can you?"

Chujiu felt wronged and at a loss after hearing this, and pouted his lips in dissatisfaction: "You can play the piano, can't you just change it to humming? I can do it, it's not difficult."

Now that she has said this, he should finally agree to her, right?

Mo Xinglan was annoyed by her noise. He frowned and looked at the book. His tone became a little stern: "Why are you singing so late at night? Stop making noise. If you can't sleep, just meditate and practice."

After he finished speaking, Chujiu indeed quieted down, but his eyes were always on the book in his hands and he didn't notice Chujiu's expression at the moment.

If human eyes could spit fire, Chujiu would probably be on fire at this moment.

She was almost furious, her face flushed as she stared at him but she said nothing.

She thought that he would notice that she was angry, but after waiting for a long time, he didn't respond. Finally, she simply stopped waiting and turned over to lie on the bed, curled up in the quilt, leaving her back to him.

He also pulled the quilt and removed a large section of it that was covering Mo Xinglan's legs.

The blanket on his legs suddenly slipped away halfway, and Mo Xinglan's heart trembled, thinking to himself that it was not good. He put down the book and looked sideways, and saw a person wrapped up like a ball beside him, curled up there motionless.

Although I couldn't see her face, I could still sense the grievance and anger.

With his heart beating fast, he thought for a moment, leaned forward slightly, patted the quilt, and tentatively called out, "Jiu'er?"

"..."

No one answered him, but the mass moved. It looked annoyed, as if it didn't want him to touch it.

"Angry?"

As he spoke, he pulled the quilt, trying to expose her head.

"..."

Still no one answered, and the quilt was pulled back.

Mo Xinglan panicked and didn't know what to do for a moment. After thinking about it, he decided that it would be better to admit his mistake first.

"Jiuer, I was wrong. Please don't be angry, okay?" There was grievance in his voice.

"What's wrong?" He finally spoke, but his tone was sullen and not friendly at all.

He was finally relieved to hear her speak, and then said: "I shouldn't have left you aside, and I shouldn't have said such harsh words to you."

"Hmph!" She snorted, still looking somewhat dissatisfied. She stayed in the quilt and refused to come out.

But she didn't object, which means it was still right.

He felt that there was still a chance of getting her forgiveness. The corners of his mouth slightly raised with some pride. Fortunately, Chujiu couldn't see it now, otherwise he would have been harassed tonight.

Ran's tone was still pitiful, and he imitated her tone and said, "Jiu'er, I was really wrong. Can you stick your head out? And you've almost finished wrapping the quilt, I'm cold when I sleep. Can you give me some quilt?"

"..."

She didn't say anything, nor did she show her head. Instead, she moved her body and returned some of the quilt to him, but still kept her back to him.

Seeing the quilt being pushed over, Mo Xinglan felt slightly happy.

After his bloodshot eyes rolled for a moment, he slowly lay down and turned sideways to face her. Thinking of something, he glanced at her with determination.

She said aggrievedly, "Jiu'er, I feel a little uncomfortable. Can you tuck the quilt in for me?"

He didn't lie to her. He had been busy all day and hadn't had much rest. His body was no longer uncomfortable but began to hurt. But he was just holding on.

After hearing this, Chujiu turned around with a pursed mouth, and tucked the quilt for him without saying a word, holding back his anger.

Then I lay back down again, still wanting to turn my back to him, but after hesitating for a moment I didn't go on.

Lying facing him, her eyes staring at him.

I noticed the fatigue he tried so hard to hide on his face. I felt distressed immediately, and the anger I had been holding back disappeared quietly.

She pursed her lips and sighed, tucking the hair that was brushing his face behind his ears: "Go to sleep."

"...Yeah." Mo Xinglan was stunned for a moment and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He curled his lips slightly and slowly closed his eyes.

……

The days passed slowly one after another, and in another month it would be the wedding day.

The bone curse had broken out a few days ago, and it had restored the body that had just recovered somewhat to its original state.

After recuperation, I feel a little better today than in the past few days.

As the wedding day draws closer, there is one thing he must do, and he has to do it personally.

After asking Xiao Xiao alone before, he became more determined to do it.

Finally, he coaxed Chujiu to sleep at night. Afraid that she would wake up in the middle of the night, he raised his hand and gently touched her forehead, using a little secret technique to prevent her from waking up easily.

I slowly got up and looked at the sleeping person, and suddenly I felt guilty.

He shook his head to get rid of the thought.

He didn't do anything wrong.

After that, he tucked in the quilt for the person on the bed, got out of bed, took a cloak from the screen beside him, put it on his body, and sat cross-legged on the couch on the other side of the room.

He cut the tips of his ten fingers, used his cultivation to perform a few complicated hand gestures with his hands, and silently recited the terminology in his mind.

In an instant, spiritual energy and demonic energy surged around him and surrounded him, but it was gentle.

However, his complexion became worse and worse, with beads of sweat dripping from his forehead.

Last year, he also used his cultivation to condense the Half-Life Pearl, and the process was not as difficult as it is today because he had no injuries at that time.

However, not only was his body covered in wounds, his soul was also injured. It was difficult to condense the Half-Life Pearl, which required tearing apart a part of his soul. In addition, he had to improve and refine the Half-Life Pearl so that it would not break due to his death, and even change its shape, which was even more difficult.

But no matter what, he must condense this half-life pearl today. Because whether he succeeds or not, the injuries on his body will be aggravated, and if he fails, it will be too late.

As time passed, a trace of blood gradually flowed from the corner of his mouth, but he just frowned slightly and closed his eyes, concentrating on condensing the Half Life Pearl.

Finally succeeded after two hours.

A silver ring appeared in his palm. At first glance, it looked very similar to the one Chujiu had given him before, but if you looked closely, there were some differences.

The ring was obviously smaller, about the size of a girl's finger, and the phoenix looked even smaller, with only two tails and no crown.

He looked at the ring on his palm and smiled with satisfaction, but the next moment his face suddenly changed and a mouthful of blood spurted out, staining his robe red.

He put away the ring, covered his lips and coughed for a while, then took a few pills, leaned against the back of the soft couch, and took a rest while catching his breath.

But in his current condition, the pills had little effect, and blood still kept flowing out of his mouth.

He lowered his eyes, looked at the blood on his hands, and curled the corners of his lips indifferently.

Anyway, this body is already like this, how much worse can it be? It's just a broken shell that breaks a little more.

Thinking of this, he spat out another mouthful of blood.

"Hmm...stars..."

The person sleeping soundly on the bed suddenly murmured to himself.

His body stiffened for a moment, and he quickly covered his lips and looked up, only to see the person turned over and continued to sleep.

It turned out that he was just talking in his sleep, which scared him.

I breathed a sigh of relief, but my heart ached again when I saw the person sleeping soundly on the bed.

If she woke up and found him unconscious for no apparent reason, she would surely cry out of worry again.

He thought about it, hesitated again and again, and finally let out a long sigh.

Then he slowly moved down the couch.

He felt dizzy and his body collapsed as soon as his feet touched the ground.

He held onto the couch with one hand and slowly stood up. He slowly walked to the bed, holding onto whatever objects he could. However, this distance that normally only took a few steps to walk took him a long time.

But as soon as he reached the bed, he was so tired that he knelt on the ground again, supporting himself with one hand on the edge of the bed, bent his body and gasped with his head down, and bright red blood oozed out of his mouth.

He leaned against the bed and looked up at the person sleeping facing him.

After hesitating for a moment, he gently touched her forehead with one hand and called out hoarsely and weakly, "Jiu'er...Jiu'er..."

He really didn't have the strength to stand up again. Just shouting those two times had taken a lot of effort.

Fortunately, Chujiu heard it and slowly opened his eyes sleepily.

After a moment of confusion, his heart suddenly trembled when he saw the appearance of the young man in front of him clearly, and soon he lost his sleepiness.

"Star!"

With a cry of surprise, she rolled out of bed, came to his side and carefully held him in her arms.

He took out a healing pill from his personal space and stuffed it into his mouth.

Then she hugged him while trembling, "Xingxing, what's going on? Is the bone curse acting up?"

But didn’t it happen a few days ago? Why is the interval so short this time?

Mo Xinglan leaned in her arms and tried to stay awake. Seeing her face full of tension and worry, he frowned.

The bloodstained lips trembled, and he uttered a few words with difficulty: "Jiuer... don't be afraid... I... I will... wake up..."

He lost consciousness as soon as he finished speaking the last word.