Morning Star

Chapter 389 I Will Find You Wherever You Go

She looked up at his back again, and couldn't help but think of something. She took a deep breath, held her head with both hands, and whispered doubtfully, "Oh my God, was I so crazy last night?!"

What did she do?! How did she torture him last night?!

After hearing her words, Mo Xinglan paused while putting on his clothes, lowered his eyes to look at the blood line in the middle of his abdomen, and couldn't help but recall what she said last night.

"Hehe, the beautiful girl Xingxing's belly is so beautiful, so soft and white, I want to take a bite."

She clearly said to bite him once, but she bit him several times and also scratched him.

I couldn't help but think of what she did to me last night. A trace of grievance flashed in my blood-red eyes, and my cheeks turned red again.

She really went too far!

He gritted his teeth, quickly put his clothes in order and glared at her: "Tell someone to get me a bucket of water. I want to take a bath."

This blood stain all over the body needs to be washed, especially there.

"Huh? Oh, okay."

Chujiu hurriedly climbed out of bed and ran to the door. He opened a crack and looked at Shiyuan who had been waiting outside the door for a long time. He gave an order, then closed the door and turned to look at him.

He was sitting quietly on the edge of the bed with his eyes downcast. His neck and collarbone were covered with marks. His satin-like black hair was draped over his body in a messy manner, and his eyes were still blood red. The corners of his eyes were slightly upturned, accompanied by a touch of bright red, and his face was stained with two blushes.

Why does she look so shy?

His hands and one foot were tied, and she was very strong, so he had no chance to resist. When she woke up, her clothes were still on, but they were messy.

It takes a thousand years for Xingxing to become an adult, but he is only eighteen years old now. Is he mature in that aspect?

She made such a fuss about him last night, will something happen?

Chujiu thought about it, and unconsciously looked down at his culprit "hand", then raised his eyes and looked between his legs.

Mo Xinglan noticed her gaze, his long eyelashes trembled slightly and he looked up at her indifferently.

Chujiu shuddered and looked away immediately. She coughed lightly and came to him, raised her hand to tidy up his hair: "Head, your hair is messy, I'll help you tidy it up, huh."

"..."

Mo Xinglan raised his eyes without saying a word, glanced at the hand that was randomly pulling at his head, and stared at her expressionlessly.

Chujiu felt more and more guilty when he stared at her, so he quickly turned his face away.

The hands that were combing his hair became flustered and made his hair even more tangled.

It was during this time that the servants had already drawn the water, closed the door and left.

Chujiu saw that the water was ready, so he withdrew his hand and looked at the bucket: "The water is ready, you, um..."

Before he could finish his words, he found himself in someone's arms, and in the blink of an eye his mouth was blocked tightly.

I bent my knees and subconsciously knelt on the edge of the bed between his legs, raising my arms to wrap around his neck.

"Well……"

After a while, she found it difficult to breathe and groaned in discomfort.

Mo Xinglan didn't let her go, and bit her lips after Chujiu hummed several times before letting her go. While Chujiu was panting and breathing heavily, he lowered his head and kissed her neck.

Sometimes kissing, sometimes nibbling. Chujiu's neck was itchy, and he wanted to laugh and cry at the same time, so he tilted his head back and cried and laughed: "Haha... It's so itchy,... Xingxing, I was wrong... Haha..."

Mo Xinglan: “…”

Mo Xinglan's good mood was ruined by her.

He finally discovered that she was not only afraid of pain, but also afraid of tickling.

He stared at her coldly: "Stop laughing."

Chujiu looked down at him aggrievedly: "It's not that I want to laugh, it's really itchy."

Her mouth hurt so much, Xingxing actually bit her.

"..."

Mo Xinglan was speechless for a moment and stopped teasing her. He put her on the ground, stood up and went behind the screen to take a bath.

Chujiu stood for a while, took out his clothes and put them on, then tied his hair up randomly with his back hand.

He came to the screen and poked his head out: "Do you want my help?"

Hearing the voice, Mo Xinglan glanced sideways and said, "No need."

"Oh fine."

He retracted his head and went to wash up.

After a while, Mo Xinglan washed up and changed his clothes.

Black turtleneck, silver accessories. Black boots with silver unicorn embroidery. Half of her hair is tied up and the other half is left down.

Although the shirt had a high collar, it only covered half of his neck. There were also red marks on the exposed neck, so he covered it with his hair.

After tidying herself up, she helped Chujiu to tie up her hair.

After everything was done, he went out to the training ground, with Chujiu following beside him.

"Xingxing, what did you do yesterday?" She pulled his hand and shook it.

He hesitated for a moment and said, "Go to Hualing and kill people."

Chujiu paused and thought for a moment: "Kill, kill someone? Who to kill?"

"Elder Li of the Xu family."

She remembered something: "Oh, that's the old man who exchanged hostages that day. What's the point of killing him?"

"It looks like he's unhappy."

"..."

Is this a reason? What a willful reason.

"Are you hurt?" he said, looking him up and down.

At this time, Mo Xinglan stopped and looked at her with his eyes down, not saying anything for a long time.

Chujiu was a little confused by his gaze: "Why are you looking at me?"

"...You..." He hesitated, "Did you see any injuries on my body last night?"

"last night……"

She answered without thinking, but stopped talking as soon as the words came to her lips. She felt embarrassed when she thought of her beastly behavior last night.

But she was drunk last night, and her mind was filled with all kinds of indecent fantasies. How could she notice whether he was injured or not?

He coughed lightly: "I, I was drunk last night and didn't pay attention."

"So, you still want to see it?" He said this with a red face.

Chujiu let go of his hand and shook it quickly: "No, no, no, I didn't. I was just worried about you."

Mo Xinglan curled his lips lightly, pulling her hand and walking forward: "If there is any injury, it was caused by you last night."

"Hehe, is that so?" She lowered her head and her hand, which was being held by him, trembled. She wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Mo Xinglan was very happy to see her like this, and deliberately frowned and looked distressed: "Yeah, I feel pain in my body when I walk now."

"I, I..." Her eyes glanced at him unconsciously.

It moved slowly down from his neck, finally settling between his legs.

Suddenly I felt a pair of eyes staring at me. I took a glance and quickly looked away.

"Well, it's a nice day today."

Ah——what the hell is she talking about?!

"Yeah, that's good." Mo Xinglan blushed and smiled somewhat proudly, answering with her.

One of them was smiling proudly, while the other one kept his head down.

"Mo Xinglan's favorability is 99."

The long-lost voice broke Chujiu's embarrassment.

I didn't expect that Mo Xinglan's favorability had reached 99.

Since reaching level 90, Piaomiao has rarely appeared. His favorability is also increasing very slowly.

But then again, since Piaomiao is not a system, why does it need to prompt the favorability? What is the use of it?

Although she didn't know the specific reason, to be honest, she was not in a hurry at all and even wanted to improve more slowly.

She was afraid that Piaomiao would automatically teleport her back to her original world when the mission was completed.

Thinking of this, he tightened his grip on Mo Xinglan's hand.

"Why are you suddenly in a bad mood?" Mo Xinglan noticed her mood change and felt a little worried.

She raised her eyes and opened her mouth, but it took a while before she uttered a word.

"Xingxing, I don't want to leave you."

After he finished speaking, Mo Xinglan paused, tightened his grip on her hand, and his heart began to hang in his arms.

He looked down at her and replied softly, "Well, I believe you."

"Then, what if..." She hesitated, not knowing how to tell him.

She was afraid, afraid of that what if, what if Piaomiao sent her back directly, would she still have the chance to say goodbye to him?

If she left, would he hate her, or would he try every means to find her? Or would he choose to die alone?

Either way, this was not what she wanted to see.

After hesitating and thinking again, Mo Xinglan waited quietly for her words.

Finally, I took a deep breath and said, "What would you do if one day I had to leave for some reason?"

"!"

He trembled, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes. His pupils trembled, but he opened his mouth but no words came out.

She couldn't have told him this for no reason. Something must have happened to her at some point that he didn't know about.

Yes, of course, someone must have told her something.

"Did you...did you encounter something, or meet someone, who said something to you? Or did someone...do something to you?" His lips trembled, and his voice was trembling.

Of course it is, of course it is. In that case, all he has to do is find that person and kill him, right?

He reached out and grabbed her shoulders tightly: "Tell me, who is that person? Jiuer, Jiuer, can you tell me?"

Seeing that he was so afraid of her leaving, Chujiu felt a little sorry for him.

She sighed, patted his hand to comfort him and chuckled, "No one, I was just asking casually. I just thought of this question and wanted to know what you would do after I left."

Afraid that he wouldn't believe me, she raised her hand and gently rubbed his face: "Well, even if there is such a person, as long as I don't want to, no one can decide whether I stay or go. And you are still here, who dares to do anything to me?"

She thought she would feel relieved by saying this, but it didn't.

The look in her eyes didn't improve at all, instead it was filled with a hint of sadness and gloom.

He raised his hands and gently held her hands, then pulled her into his arms and hugged her whole body.

His body was shaking and he seemed a little unsteady. He lowered his head and rested his forehead on her shoulder.

"If you leave, I will find you, no matter where you are."

Chujiu drooped her eyebrows slightly, afraid that he really couldn't stand steadily, so she put her arms around his waist and sighed.

I knew he would say that.

Just as she opened her mouth to say something, she heard him continue in an extreme tone: "If I can't find you, I will destroy the world. Find a world, destroy a world."

"!"

If this is true, how much sin would he have committed?

"Xingxing..." She frowned and tried to change his mind. She hesitated for a moment, "But I was originally just an ordinary human being. There were no monks in my original world, and people lived no more than a hundred years, and I am the same."

"According to my current body age, if I can live to be a hundred, I only have eighty years left. Living eighty years is easy for the monks in this world. If you search in every world like that, how long will it take you to find it? In eighty years, I will be dead. Even if you are lucky enough to find the world where I live, all you will find is a tombstone of mine. In that case, why did you kill so many innocent people?"

He held her hand tightly and said, "If I still haven't found you in eighty years, I will commit suicide."