Morning Star

Chapter 287: Pretty Good at Climbing

He was covered in blood, but he seemed to feel no pain and showed no mercy.

This happened to him several times afterwards, every time when he was whipped and injured, or bled and had no strength left.

But after that incident he always kept a dagger on him.

However, sometimes the dagger is not only his weapon, it can also become the opponent's weapon.

But even so, he would eventually think of various ways to escape, and then skin and dismember those who humiliated him and throw them into the wilderness.

……

The next morning it was still dark.

Chujiu could vaguely hear the boy's anxious voice.

"Jiu'er! Jiu'er..."

She frowned and opened her eyes, and vaguely saw that the boy's beautiful pale face was full of worry.

"Stars..." She whispered softly, her voice thin and soft with a sobbing tone.

Mo Xinglan gently stroked her head and asked worriedly, "Did you have a nightmare?"

He was half asleep when he heard the person in his arms murmuring something. When he woke up, he saw her frowning and sweating all over her body. Her face was pale. He called her for a long time but she showed no sign of waking up, so he had to keep calling.

What kind of nightmare could scare her like this and make him scream for so long before waking up?

After Chujiu saw the person in front of him clearly, he thought of the scenes in his dream. The corners of his mouth drooped and he hugged his waist and burst into tears.

Mo Xinglan frowned slightly, held her in his arms and patted her back gently, murmuring softly: "It's okay, Jiuer, it's okay, it's all fake..."

He coaxed her like a child.

After a while, Chujiu cried enough, moved her head in his arms, sobbed and said: "Xingxing, Xingxing... I dreamed that Xingxing was bullied, wuuuu... They bullied you... I, I can't help you... wuuuuu..."

"I can only watch...watch Xingxing get hurt...feeling miserable...I can only watch Xingxing get...get bullied...I can't do anything...I can't do anything..."

As she spoke, she started crying again, her words full of self-blame and heartache.

Mo Xinglan's expression froze as he listened to her intermittent words, and those unbearable memories once again flooded into his mind.

Naturally, he wondered why she suddenly dreamed of his past, but seeing her crying like this, he didn't want to doubt her.

He didn't want her to know how terrible his past was, and he didn't want her to know what he had been through.

Suddenly he began to feel uneasy.

She said that last night because she didn't know what he had been through. If she knew, would she still say that? Would she think he was disgusting and dirty?

He wanted to know the answer, but was afraid to know the answer.

He held her hand tightly, craving for the warmth.

I hesitated for a long time.

Listening to the crying of the person in his arms gradually subsided, he asked with trembling lips: "Jiuer, if, I mean, if, if what you dreamed about was what I had experienced, would you, would you hate me?"

Will you abandon me? Will you leave me? Will you stop liking me?

He didn't dare to ask the following question. Asking one question was already the limit.

Chujiu shook her head in his arms and said in a tearful voice, "I feel sorry for you, how can I hate you? I only hate those scumbags who bully you. I wish I could chop them all to death and feed them to wild dogs."

After getting her answer, he finally let go of his worries and rubbed his chin against her head: "Jiu'er, it's great to have you."

Thank you for coming to me.

As for those scum, they are all dead, not even a trace of their bodies remains.

Chujiu nodded and said with a twitching voice: "Well, I will be good to Xingxing, I will be very good to Xingxing."

"Yeah." I believe you. I will treat you well, and only treat you well.

"Star."

"Ok?"

"They all, all covet you. Why do so many people covet you?" Her words were filled with distress and grievance.

"This..." He was stunned and distressed after hearing this. He thought for a while, "Maybe it's because of my blood?"

She shook her head, lifted her head from his arms, stroked his face with one hand, and pursed her lips: "It must be because the stars are so beautiful, they covet the beauty of the stars."

Mo Xinglan: “…”

He was actually speechless.

He thought for a moment and raised his hand to the hand that was touching his face: "So, I ruined this face?"

In fact, he has done such things before, but due to his special physique, no matter how he destroys his face, it will heal after a while without any abnormality.

But he doesn't mind taking a knife every day.

Ran Chujiu was so scared that she quickly grabbed his hands and kept shaking her head: "I won't allow you to do that. Why would I look at you if you ruin your face? I've always liked this face of yours. You are not allowed to ruin it. If you dare to ruin it, I will, I will, I will..."

She thought about it for a long time but didn't come up with any result.

Mo Xinglan smiled: "What do you mean? Huh?"

But he still felt a little uneasy. If his face was ruined, would she ignore him?

At this time, Chujiu finally thought of something, and glared at him fiercely with a pair of red almond eyes: "I will destroy my face so that you can't see it. If you cut it once, I will cut it twice, until it is unrecognizable, and then I will show it in front of you every day, and then I will scare you to death."

"!"

This result really surprised him. After a moment of silence, he leaned his forehead against hers and smiled with his brows curved.

When Chujiu saw him smile, the sadness he had felt before gradually disappeared and he became happy too.

Mo Xinglan laughed for a while and then started joking.

"Then I will also hang in front of you and scare you every day."

"I'm brave, you can't scare me."

"With your little courage, are you still brave enough?"

"Am I not courageous?" She glared at him threateningly.

He slightly suppressed the smile on his face, and said with a doting look: "Big, Jiuer is very brave."

Only then did she smile with satisfaction: "Humph, you are sensible."

Mo Xinglan: “…”

He's pretty good at climbing poles.

The two talked for a while, and Mo Xinglan looked at the sky and planned to get up to deal with some business, but Chujiu insisted on pulling him to sleep for a while.

He had no choice but to accompany her.

He got up only after coaxing Chujiu to sleep.

……

Chujiu woke up after an hour's nap and felt helpless to find that Mo Xinglan was no longer in the room.

He sighed, slowly got up, dressed, washed up, and put on a red cloak with a white fur collar and embroidered flying cranes.

As soon as I opened the door, a cold wind blew in, and the little head shrank into the furry collar.

Looking up, I saw a vast expanse of white snow, with scattered snowflakes falling.

She exclaimed, her almond eyes sparkling.

"Miss Chu." Seeing Chujiu coming out, Shi Yuan called her respectfully.

Chujiu's mind was completely immersed in the scenery in front of him and he didn't hear anything at all.

I was so angry last night that I had no time to appreciate the sight. Plus, it was night time and it was dark so I couldn't see clearly.