Morning Star

Chapter 312 Pig, also the pig he likes

Even though I have watched it countless times, I still get distracted by it.

Mo Xinglan tilted his head in confusion: "Jiu'er?"

Her long curled eyelashes trembled before she came back to her senses.

As if possessed by some mysterious force, she picked him up again and laid him on the bed, then quickly turned around and walked towards the closet.

Mo Xinglan stared at her back with a dazed look on his face.

She took out a white robe from the closet and came back.

Standing by the bed, she looked at the clothes in her hands, then looked at him, and after hesitating for a while, she put the clothes on his legs: "You, change it yourself, I, I don't want to watch."

After saying that, she turned her back to him.

It was quiet for a while, and then I heard the rustling sound of people changing clothes behind me.

After a moment the rustling stopped.

His deep voice came from behind: "Okay."

"Oh."

She turned back and was stunned when she looked at him.

He was seen wearing the upper part of his robe half-dressed and half-undressed, hanging it on his wrists, with his hands at his sides. He lowered his eyes, and it was unknown what he was thinking.

Chujiu was a little slow to react and blinked twice in confusion: "You, what are you doing..."

What do you mean?

The butterfly-wing-like long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly raised his eyes and looked at her calmly, and simply said two words: "Change the dressing."

It suddenly dawned on her: "Oh, okay."

He hurried to the medicine cabinet.

She ran back with the medicine box, climbed onto the bed and sat next to him, putting the medicine box next to him before reaching out to help him remove the gauze.

But the hand that had just been stretched out paused.

He stared at the blood-soaked gauze in front of him, opened his lips but said nothing. He lowered his eyes and carefully removed the gauze without saying a word.

The hand that applied the medicine was as gentle as always, afraid of hurting him.

Afraid that he would feel cold, she specially used space isolation to create a small warm space, but her cultivation was not high enough and it took some energy.

As time went by, the originally rosy little face looked a little tired, and beads of sweat appeared on the forehead.

"Let's go, I'm not cold." Mo Xinglan felt sorry for her.

She raised her eyes and stared at him reluctantly: "No."

At this time, the medicine for the upper body had been applied. She helped him put on his clothes and was treating his legs.

He leaned against the bed, lowered his eyes tiredly and exhaled softly: "If you continue like this, your spiritual power will be overdrawn. If you faint, I will have to take care of you all night."

The hand applying the medicine paused, his eyelashes trembled, he bit his lower lip, and reluctantly put away the secret technique.

After that, I took the medicine quietly.

As I went up, I always felt like someone was staring at me.

Holding his leg with one hand and holding a cotton swab dipped in ointment with the other, she looked up.

He lowered his eyes slightly, his long and thick eyelashes half covered his beautiful eyes. His eyes, which used to be bright, now looked a little dim.

Some of the black hair was draped over his shoulders, and some was draped over his chest. Although his face was expressionless, she could sense a lot of emotions from it.

Tired, sad, lonely, forbearing...

My heart ached and I became sad too.

Afraid that he would notice, she quickly lowered her head, bit the flesh of her lower lip tightly, and tried hard to hold back the tears that were about to fall.

His vision was blurred by a layer of mist, and his hands were shaking as he applied the medicine, but he was even more careful and gentle.

Sensing her change of mood, Mo Xinglan's eyelashes trembled and he opened his lips slightly: "What's wrong?"

His voice was weak, a little hoarse, and a little breathy, sounding sickly and charming.

But it would have been better if he didn't ask. As soon as he asked, Chujiu's tears, which she had barely held back, started falling.

Feeling the warm tears hitting her legs, Mo Xinglan's eyebrows slowly drooped, but he did not go forward to comfort her.

She lowered her head and said nothing, gently tying the last knot, straightening his shirt hem, and pulling the quilt over his legs.

He got out of bed, carrying the medicine box, and without even putting on his shoes, he ran to the medicine cabinet and put the medicine box back where it was.

He stood up, wiped the tears from his face, turned around and went back to the bed.

He closed his eyes lightly, his face showing fatigue that was hard to conceal.

She opened her mouth and held it in for a long time before she spoke: "If you are tired, just take a nap."

He slowly opened his eyes and looked at her sideways, raised the corners of his lips slightly, and whispered a word: "Okay."

She helped him lie down and carefully tucked the quilt for him.

Just as I tucked in one corner, a slender hand grabbed my wrist.

She looked at him in confusion and heard him say softly, "Would you like to join me?"

"I just got up not long ago." She smiled helplessly, "I'm not a pig. I eat when I wake up and sleep when I eat."

“……” But he stared at her stubbornly and refused to let go.

She sighed, leaned over and kissed him gently on the forehead: "Okay, I'll stay with you and not go anywhere, okay?"

He was silent for a moment but still refused to let go.

She could only sigh and say, "Okay, I'll be a pig for once."

Mo Xinglan: “…”

Pigs, and they are his favorite pigs.

So Chujiu climbed onto the bed and lay down on the inner side, keeping a little distance from him for fear of disturbing his sleep.

Mo Xinglan slowly turned sideways to face her and stretched out his hand to her: "Come here."

He liked holding her and smelling the gardenia scent on her body.

Chujiu hesitated for a while, and seeing him staring at her with tired eyelids, she slowly moved over and carefully nestled in his arms.

I kind of wonder if he treats me as a pillow. Can't he sleep without hugging me?

Just as I was thinking about it, I heard his gentle voice with a hint of expectation: "Tomorrow we will start preparing for the succession ceremony. Jiuer, would you like to accompany me?"

Chujiu had heard from Mo Xinglan about the preliminary preparations for the succession ceremony a few days ago.

Originally, the previous Demon Lord should have personally assisted in the entire process of the succession ceremony, from the preparations to the final handover ceremony.

The first item in the preparations for the succession ceremony is that the new successor must cleanse his body and soul in the Holy Lotus Palace in the Demon Realm for fifteen days.

The previous night, the former Demon Lord brought the successor Demon Lord to the Holy Lotus Demon Palace. From this night on, every night at 10:00 pm, he would bathe in the lotus pond to purify his soul and meditate for one hour, at 11:00 pm, he would drink a cup of lotus dew and meditate for two hours at the holy altar in the palace. At 12:00 pm, he would fall asleep on the cold bed. In the morning, from 12:00 am, he would bathe in the lotus pond to purify his soul for one hour, then drink a cup of morning lotus dew and meditate for two hours at the holy altar. At 12:00 pm, the former Demon Lord would tell him about the history of the Demon Realm and some knowledge about how to manage the Demon Realm. From 13:00 pm to the end of 15:00 pm, the successor Demon Lord would reflect on himself and sort things out.

After the fifteenth day, the former Demon Lord changed her clothes and tied her hair, and then took her to the Demon Temple.

The second preparation is to offer sacrifices to the demon god for three days.

Under the company and leadership of the former Demon Lord, blood would be dripped into the Demon Pearl in the hand of the Demon Statue at the hour of Mao every day.

Finally, there is the succession ceremony.

The successor needs to be bathed by the former Demon Lord the night before. The new Demon Lord needs to get up at Mao time on the second day, and the former Demon Lord needs to change his clothes and hair. Then he needs to be taken to the Holy Altar in the Demon Realm at Chen time to hand over the token.

But since the previous Demon Lord of this generation is no longer around, it stands to reason that the new Demon Lord’s wife or husband should take over.

But Chujiu was still very worried.