Morning Star

Chapter 223 Isn’t she just a liar?

He supported Xiao Xiao and carried her on his back, walking towards the inn step by step.

After walking a few steps, he was still angry, so he turned his back to Mo Xinglan and said coldly: "Now I have seen what is so-called madness."

After a pause, she turned her head and looked at him: "Mo Xinglan, listen to me carefully. If anything happens to her, I will never let you go even if I don't want to live."

After saying that, he quickly returned to the inn.

Seeing Chujiu, who was carrying Xiao Xiao, gradually going away, Mo Xinglan finally couldn't hold on any longer and slid down to his knees against the wall, with bright red blood oozing out of his lips.

His whole body was shaking, his face was pale and bloodless, and the cold sweat on his forehead glowed silver in the night.

But even in this situation, he was still smiling, but his smile was so desolate.

"Ha, hahaha...heartless...crazy...haha...you won't...let me go?"

He frowned uncomfortably and said, "It would be better if you don't let me go..."

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Chujiu carried Xiaoxiao on his back and walked quickly back to the inn, anxiously asking the old shopkeeper to help check on Xiaoxiao's physical condition.

Her panicked and anxious movements woke up Chu Furong and Gao Yashan who were sleeping. They came to Xiao Xiao's room after hearing the noise. Seeing Chu Jiu so anxious, they did not rush to ask what happened.

Seeing the increasingly solemn expression on the face of the old shopkeeper who was examining Xiao Xiao's physical condition, Chujiu felt a bad premonition growing stronger, but she did not dare to disturb the old shopkeeper and could only wait patiently.

Half a minute later, the old shopkeeper finally finished the inspection, sighed heavily and said: "This girl has been poisoned, and she doesn't have much time left."

"Highly poisonous?!" Although he was mentally prepared, Chujiu was still shocked when he actually knew the truth.

Chu Furong seemed calmer, but her expression was also serious: "Can you solve it?"

The old shopkeeper shook his head and said, "I have lived for so many years and have never seen this kind of poison. I don't know if it can be cured in a short time."

As soon as he said this, the people in the room felt as if they were hit by a heavy hammer in their hearts.

He continued, "It's impossible to make an antidote in such a short time. Unless we find the antidote, otherwise...ah..."

He sighed heavily and said no more.

Even if he didn't finish, Chujiu knew what he was going to say.

Chujiu gathered himself and tried to calm himself down: "How many hours are left?"

"Two hours." The old shopkeeper said bluntly.

Two hours, four hours.

We need to get the antidote within four hours. Mo Xinglan must have the antidote.

"I'll go find the antidote." She said this and quickly walked out of the room.

Chu Furong was puzzled: "Where are you going to find the antidote?"

The old shopkeeper just shook his head and sighed helplessly.

Chujiu ran out of Xiaoxiao's room and planned to look for Mo Xinglan, but after taking a few steps, he saw that Mo Xinglan had returned.

Seeing him walk into his room and turn to close the door, she rushed up at full speed.

He raised his hand against the door and pushed hard, pushing open the door that was about to be closed by Mo Xinglan.

Mo Xinglan's body stiffened, and he took a few steps back due to the force she pushed the door, then lost his balance and fell backwards.

Seeing the situation, Chujiu pounced on him, grabbed his wrists with both hands, and threw him to the ground.

"Hmm..." Mo Xinglan groaned, his brows furrowed.

The severe pain from the wounds on his body made him dizzy and his ears tinnitus. He felt weak all over and could only let her press his hands on the sides of his head.

"Give me the antidote!" She shouted fiercely, but her voice was trembling.

"..."

It took him a while to see her face clearly, but soon his gaze on her gradually dimmed. After a moment, he turned his head away from her, pursed his lips expressionlessly, and his two dark eyes were empty.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Chujiu was anxious: "Give me the antidote!"

"Say something, Mo Xinglan!"

As he yelled, his voice began to become tearful and became much softer.

"Give me the antidote, the antidote, please, I beg you..." She couldn't hold it in any longer, and the tears in her eyes fell down, landing on his blood-stained clothes and merging into his blood.

She lowered her head and almost put her forehead on his chest, begging in a low voice: "Please give me the antidote, please. I will agree to whatever you want me to do. I beg you... I can't watch her die in front of me again. Please, please, give me the antidote..."

He stared blankly at her hand that was grasping his wrist, like a lamb about to be slaughtered, and no longer offered any futile resistance.

If she couldn't watch Delia die in front of her, was she willing to watch him die?

What she said about not wanting him to die, and wanting him to live for her, was all lies. If that were true, how could she whip him without hesitation? How could she not believe him?

Oh, isn't she a good liar?

"Antidote..." He uttered two words in a hoarse voice.

After hearing this, Chujiu stopped begging and looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to tell her where the antidote was.

He paused for a moment and said calmly: "The antidote is the blood from my heart..."

Do you want it?

"Blood...in my heart?" Her pupils shrank and she murmured dully.

After a moment of silence, she looked down at his heart in the left side of his chest, and slowly moved her right hand to his heart. She felt the regular beating of his heart, but at this moment she was desperate.

She tightly grasped the collar of his shirt, pressed her forehead against his chest, and cried with a trembling body, "No..."

How could she do this?

That was his heart's blood. He had already lost his heart's blood twice for her while being seriously injured. How could he lose more blood now? He would die.

She shook her head and cried, not believing what he said: "No... it's not my heart's blood... it's not my heart's blood, the antidote is not my heart's blood..."

"..." He frowned slightly but didn't reply to her.

Of course his heart blood can cure the poison, because his heart blood is not only the best elixir, but also can cure all poisons. This is also the most important reason why poison is useless to him.

But his heart's blood would not be needed to cure Delia's poison, but he would not tell her.

Chujiu murmured, and at this time Chu Furong's anxious voice came: "Xiaojiu, Delia..."

She walked over quickly and saw Chujiu holding Mo Xinglan's hands with both hands and pressing her whole body on him. She paused and forgot what to say for a moment.

When Chujiu heard the word "Delia", he paused, raised his head and looked at her eagerly: "What's wrong with her?"

Chu Furong came back to her senses: "She woke up and said she wanted to see you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chujiu quickly left Mo Xinglan, stood up, and ran towards Xiao Xiao's room.

Chujiu ran so fast that he disappeared from sight in the blink of an eye, leaving Chu Furong stunned for a long while.

When I came to my senses and looked at Mo Xinglan, I found that his door was closed, so I had to turn around and leave.

Inside the house, Mo Xinglan supported himself on the ground and sat up with difficulty. However, as soon as he sat up, he felt a sharp pain in his chest, and a sweet taste came out of his mouth.

He raised his hand to wipe the blood from his lips, then sat on the cold ground with his eyes lowered, staring at the blood on his hands with empty eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.