Morning Star

Chapter 420 How about we exchange information?

He opened his mouth with a sneer on his face and was about to speak when he noticed someone entering the yard.

With the corners of his lips curled up, he leaned over and whispered in Mo Xinglan's ear, "Let's make a bet. Next time we meet, let's see if you can protect Chujiu."

Mo Xinglan's bloodshot eyes narrowed: "!"

The morning light comes silently and leaves silently.

Mo Xinglan was finally able to move.

When Chujiu left, she left a trace of her thoughts on the Phoenix Ring just in case. She would be able to sense it if anyone other than her touched Mo Xinglan.

She was still reprimanding Zhuo Hua when she noticed someone touching Mo Xing Lan. She immediately ran towards Xuan Yu Courtyard without saying a word.

Seeing this, Chi Feng and Fang Hao no longer cared about what happened before and followed along, and Zhuo Hua also followed behind.

When they entered Xuanyu Courtyard and found that all the servants in the yard had fainted, they immediately felt a chill in their hearts.

Chujiu didn't even look at it, and pushed the door open: "Xingxing!"

When I entered, I saw Mo Xinglan covering his abdomen with one hand and trying to sit up sideways.

Mo Xinglan had quickly put on his clothes before she came in, but he didn't have time to deal with the wound and blood on his abdomen. In a hurry, he had to cover it with his sleeves.

"You...cough..."

Just as he said this, he felt a sudden tightness in his chest. His hands that were supporting himself on the bed trembled and he lay down on the bed, coughing up blood.

Chujiu was so frightened that his face turned pale. He quickly took out the pill and fed it to him, then used healing magic to regulate his breathing.

Chi Feng, Fang Hao and Zhuo Hua woke up the guards in the yard and walked in.

Looking at the two people beside the bed, they didn't dare to say a word and stood in a neat row.

"How are you? Are you feeling better?" Chujiu squatted down with a worried look and wiped the blood from the corner of his lips.

"..."

Mo Xinglan looked at her quietly for a long time without saying a word.

Chujiu was getting a little anxious waiting: "Speak, what are you looking at me for?"

"Are you feeling unwell? Are you dizzy? Are you cold?" She reached out and gently stroked his face, which was as pale as paper.

Mo Xinglan's lips trembled slightly, and he pursed his lips: "I'm fine."

After saying that, he slowly propped himself up and sat up.

Chujiu hesitated for a moment and then quickly supported him.

When he sat up, his eyes fell on his hands covering his abdomen with his sleeves.

She frowned slightly and pointed: "Is it uncomfortable here?"

He lowered his eyes and remained silent, staring at one spot, looking dazed.

Chujiu raised his hand and waved it in front of his eyes: "Stars?"

His eyelashes trembled slightly: "... Yeah."

"...What do you mean by 'hmm'?" Since he hadn't replied for a long time, Chujiu was a little slow to react when he suddenly replied.

Mo Xinglan said calmly: "It hurts a little."

She would know it anyway, and he was too lazy to hide it.

"A bit... painful?"

She hesitated for a moment, then reached out and held his hand that was covering his abdomen: "Let me see?"

"..." He glanced at her sideways and put his hand down.

The clothes on the abdomen were already red.

Chujiu looked at the red area, took a deep breath, and quickly took out the medicine box.

No matter what Mo Xinglan thought, he even completely forgot that there were three other people lined up in the room, and pulled his clothes off his shoulders without thinking.

The wound on the abdomen looked serious, but in fact it was just a lot of bleeding and the wound was not very deep.

But even so, she still had lingering fears. She handled the wound as gently as possible, not daring to breathe.

"No need to be so careful." Mo Xinglan said lightly.

"……Um."

Although he answered like this, he was still cautious.

She applied the medicine carefully on her hands, but her mind was thinking about other things.

Chi Feng and the other two did come in, but they didn't dare to leave without orders.

But why do they feel like they are being treated like air?

"just……"

Chujiu hesitated for a long time, but decided to ask, "Who came in just now?"

"..."

Mo Xinglan lowered his long eyelashes and trembled, and pursed his lips without answering her.

Chenxi's words kept lingering in his mind.

Chenxi was right. He couldn't protect her in his current state. Chenxi's matter had nothing to do with her, and he didn't want to involve her.

Moreover, he vaguely felt that it would not be a good thing if Chenxi discovered her spirit-gathering body.

If possible, he would rather she stay in the Demon Palace forever. Perhaps only in this way can he protect her for a while.

When Chujiu saw that he was slow to answer, he already had the answer in his mind.

He wanted to hide it from her again. The only thing he didn't want to tell her, besides his past, was probably the things related to the demon.

She pursed her lips and helped him put his clothes in order. She sat on the edge of the bed and took a deep breath. She looked at him and said in a flat tone: "You don't want to tell me again?"

She deliberately added the word "again" to remind him that he had hidden many things from her.

Mo Xinglan knew it well, but he kept his eyes down and didn't look at her.

After a long silence, he spoke: "After reinforcing the seal, you will return to the Demon Palace."

It's not a question, it's an order that cannot be refused.

Chujiu's lips trembled, and there was a lot of dissatisfaction in his heart, but in the end it could only turn into a self-deprecating laugh.

She glanced at the three people standing still and ignored them. She was too lazy to pay attention. She stood up and walked to the table, sitting on the chair with her back to him.

It was so quiet around that one could almost hear the sound of breathing, and the depressing atmosphere made one dare not even breathe.

Chi Feng and the other two didn't know what to do. They regretted coming in, but if they left now there would definitely be a lot of noise.

Chi Feng thought that someone must speak first to break this depressing atmosphere, otherwise his little heart would not be able to bear it.

After thinking about it, he glanced at Fang Hao beside him. Although he was reluctant, he had no other choice. He winked at him.

When Fang Hao saw Chi Feng finally paid attention to him, he felt depressed before he had time to feel happy.

Did he hate him so much? Did he think of him to commit suicide?

He was still complaining inwardly when a familiar, threatening voice came into his mind: "Are you going or not?"

"Are you asking me to die?" He was very depressed, but he couldn't get angry with him.

After that, he calmed down and thought for a long time, and also secretly asked many people indirectly, and finally figured out his own feelings.

He admitted that he liked him and was willing to sacrifice his life to protect him, but wasn't dying a little too hasty?

"Aren't you the master's right protector? If you don't go, who will?" Chi Feng sent a message again.

The corners of Fang Hao's mouth twitched.

He still has the nerve to say that, doesn't he also call the master the honorable master? Why doesn't he go up?

After thinking for a while, he said, "There is one condition."

"No need to talk."

"Then I won't go."

"You..." Chi Feng took a deep breath, his eyes flashing with coldness, "What are the conditions?"

Why did he agree to his conditions?

"Please don't ignore me and avoid me, okay?" Although it was a condition, there was a pleading tone in his voice.

Chi Feng was stunned for a moment, then frowned irritably: "Okay."

After that, Fang Hao didn't say anything to him.

He took a deep breath and stepped forward, his attitude respectful and cautious: "My Lord, it's already noon, shall we prepare the meal?"

"Ah."

It was not as dangerous as expected. Fang Hao breathed a sigh of relief and turned around to give Chi Feng a wink.

Then he retreated with Chi Feng.

"Ah? You want to leave..."

Zhuohua hadn't figured out the situation yet and was about to ask when Fang Hao covered his mouth with his hand and pulled him out.

Is it suicidal to speak at this time?

The three of them left and closed the door behind them.

Only Chujiu and Mo Xinglan were left. One of them sat on a chair and stared at the table, while the other sat on the bed and stared at the quilt. The atmosphere became even more depressing.

This time, Chujiu was determined not to take the initiative to talk to him.

After a long time, Mo Xinglan looked up at her, opened his mouth and hesitated.

She pursed her lips and turned her blood-red eyes slightly.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

A cough came into Chujiu's ears. She tightened her hands on the table, bit her lower lip and ignored it.

Sure enough, the coughing stopped soon.

See, she knew he was pretending. If he really felt bad, why would he show it so obviously?

Seeing that she remained motionless and refused to pay attention to him, Mo Xinglan finally realized that she was really angry this time.

There was another silence.

He looked at Chujiu who had his back to him, lowered his head and bit his lower lip.

"Jiu'er, it hurts."

His voice was soft, with a hint of grievance.

Chujiu's sullen face finally changed. Although he was still angry, he stood up and sat down beside the bed.

Even though I knew he was lying, I still asked reluctantly, "Where does it hurt?"

Seeing that she was finally willing to come over, Mo Xinglan pursed his lips with a hint of smile, but when he saw the anger gradually rising in Chujiu's eyes, he quickly lowered his mouth.

He slowly reached out and gently tugged at her sleeve: "Don't be angry, okay?"

Chujiu turned away from looking at him, pulled back his sleeves, and took a deep breath: "Why don't you want to tell me anything?"

His long eyelashes trembled slightly as he retracted his hand and lowered his eyes: "This is my own business, you don't need to get involved, and there is no need for you to know."

He raised his eyelashes and looked at her: "You just need to stay in the Demon Palace."

"Haha." Chujiu sneered and murmured in a low voice, "In the final analysis, you are unwilling to tell me no matter what."

"..."

Mo Xinglan lowered his eyes again, his long eyelashes hiding the emotions in his eyes, and his colorless lips were tightly pursed.

The two fell into silence again.

There is an invisible depression in the air, which makes people feel irritated.

Chujiu bit her lower lip, thinking that if she continued like this, the conflict would only get worse. Now was not the time to have a cold war with him.

At this moment, she remembered something, her eyes flashed with a hint of deepness, and she looked at him and suddenly said, "How about we exchange information?"

"?" Mo Xinglan didn't understand what she meant and looked at her in confusion.

"Before, you were seriously injured by Yu You and fell into a coma. I promised Liu Yue to do something for him."

Seeing his reaction, Chujiu continued, "I met him today, and he told me what I wanted to do for him. Originally, I was planning to tell you after I came back, but now, I don't think so."

She refused to tell him what it was, and wanted him to feel how she felt.

"What did you promise him?" His bloodshot eyes were fierce.

Chujiu was unmoved and sneered: "I said information exchange."

"You don't have to believe what I say. After all, this is my business, there's no need for me to tell you."