Morning Star

Chapter 207 Is it comfortable lying on the ground?

I looked behind him and saw that his clothes were wet, and his hair was even wet, sticking to his clothes.

"You didn't even bother to wipe your hair. Have you forgotten about your fever last time?"

"..."

Mo Xinglan kept his head down and remained silent, not even looking at her, as if he couldn't hear what she said.

Chujiu sighed: "Stand still."

As he spoke, he mobilized the spiritual energy in his body and performed a secret technique to slowly dry the water off his body bit by bit.

She learned this trick a few days ago when she was washing clothes. She tried it several times and it worked without any mistakes. She wanted to show off to him at that time, but she forgot to wash the clothes.

Mo Xinglan felt the warm air swirling around him. He was stunned for a moment, looked sideways at her and said calmly, "No need."

"What do you mean by no need? What if your injuries get worse if you continue like this?" she said angrily.

Then he lowered his head and muttered, "Can't you let me do something?"

Mo Xinglan was stunned for a moment, then chuckled to himself: "Is it because you feel uneasy?"

"... Difficult, what's difficult? It's not." It was clearly a rebuttal, but his voice became softer and softer.

How can it not be uneasy?

After drying the water off Mo Xinglan's clothes and hair, he helped him sit down at the table.

After eating a few bites of food, Chujiu looked up at him and saw that he was sitting upright and eating slowly.

He has been eating like this these days, chewing slowly, and his appetite is not very good, so he can't eat much each time.

Is that why the wound hurts?

Mo Xinglan, who was eating with his eyes downcast, noticed her gaze and looked up: "Why are you looking at me?"

Can you feel full just by looking at him?

"Ah? Oh." She came to her senses and quickly took two bites.

She swallowed it and looked him up and down, then said uncertainly, "You seem to have lost weight."

"..." He paused for a moment while eating and looked at her calmly, "So?"

"So...eat more." He put a few pieces of meat in his bowl and reminded him, "Eat more meat. You are only seventeen years old and you are still growing. And you still have injuries on your body, so you need to eat more."

Mo Xinglan took a bite of rice, put down the hand holding the chopsticks, and looked over expressionlessly: "With what identity are you talking to me?"

"I..." She was speechless. She froze in her tracks as she picked up some food and took a bite of rice, thinking.

After a moment of silence, he replied, "Of course... we are friends."

"Oh, friend?" He lowered his eyes and sneered, "I don't need it."

Who wants to be friends with her?

Chujiu was eating without stopping, his eyes darting around.

Halfway through the meal, I felt the atmosphere was a bit tense and wanted to find something to say to ease the tension. I raised my eyes cautiously and saw that he was still eating slowly with a blank expression on his face.

He cleared his throat and said, "You are very polite when you eat. It suits your appearance very well."

"Oh, is that so?" Mo Xinglan sneered and looked up at her, "The way you eat doesn't match your appearance at all."

"Ahem..." She lowered her head in frustration and stopped talking.

Can you still talk properly?

She was praising him, but he retorted. Maybe what he was eating was not food but gunpowder?

……

After dinner, Chujiu thought about the competition with Mo Yun in a few days. Although they were both in the middle stage of the Earth Spirit Realm, and she had made a lot of progress by watching the competition these days, she still didn't have the confidence to defeat Mo Yun. She planned to cram for the last minute and go to find Chu Furong.

People outside said that Mo Yun and Chu Furong were one pure and innocent, the other a beautiful woman emerging from water. Everyone's comments on the two were similar, and the same was true of their abilities.

In that case, Chu Furong is the best candidate.

Chu Furong agreed without hesitation. It was a good opportunity to see how Chujiu had improved during this period. As a sister, she should also observe him.

The inn's backyard happened to be quite large, so after clearing out the things, a piece of land was freed up. Under the supervision of Gao Yashan and Zhuohua, a barrier was laid to prevent the old shopkeeper's furniture from being damaged.

So in the next few days, Chujiu would sit down and reflect after a few hours of training, and ask Chu Furong and Gao Yashan if he didn't understand something.

Gao Yashan and Zhuohua were in charge of cooking. Under the guidance of Chu Furong and Gao Yashan, Zhuohua not only learned how to cook, but also had good cooking skills and enjoyed it.

When Chujiu occasionally went into the kitchen, he would see Gao Yashan and Zhuohua, one cooking and the other controlling the fire. Sometimes he would see Zhuohua eating secretly, and Gao Yashan would find out. But Gao Yashan didn't get angry, instead he indulged him, only reminding him a few times not to eat too much.

They looked like father and son. Why didn't she think otherwise? It was because Zhuohua's every move looked like a child.

As for Mo Xinglan, he stayed in his room to rest and recuperate these days. He rarely went downstairs and spoke very little.

Chujiu felt like he hadn't heard him speak for a long time.

In the fight with Chu Furong, Chu Jiu was always beaten at the beginning, but later she became more and more agile and even braver. She also gradually understood why Zhan Kongming trained her so hard before.

During this period, while fighting with Chu Furong, she also taught Zhan Kongming how to master it.

Chu Furong also went from showing mercy at the beginning to becoming more and more frightened later on, and gradually letting go of her skills.

After training that day, Chu Furong had already left accompanied by Gao Yashan and Zhuohua. Chu Jiu lay on the ground without any disdain, thinking about the moves just now. He turned around and lay on his side.

Just as I was thinking deeply, a young man's voice, as refreshing and pleasant as the autumn wind, rang out: "Is it comfortable lying on the ground?"

"It's okay, quite cool." She answered subconsciously.

The young man curled his lips coldly: "Are you planning to sleep here tonight?"

Her thoughts were repeatedly interrupted, and she frowned impatiently: "Thinking, don't talk."

"..."

The sound really never came again.

"Eh? What did I think of?" Chujiu pondered, and then a feeling of resentment rose from his heart. He turned sideways and complained, "It's all because of..."

However, he got stuck in his throat halfway through the words, and immediately sat up, saying in panic: "Mo Mo Mo, Mo Xing Lan!"

Why is he here? When did he come?

Wait, did he just speak?

Mo Xinglan ignored the surprise and panic in her eyes and said sarcastically, "Your butt is on the ground?"

"I..." She glared at him, immediately got up and brushed off the dust on her body.

Can this person speak?

I looked him up and down. Well, he looked better, and it seemed that he had recovered well.

Then he asked in confusion: "Why did you bear to come down today?"

She had never seen him here before, but she could understand. She just talked about it casually.

He sneered and said nothing. He looked at her for a while, took out a red pill the size of an index finger and put it to her lips: "Eat it."

She lowered her eyes to look at the red pill in front of her, hesitated for a moment and asked: "What is this?"

He sneered and said, "Poison."

The ninth day of the lunar month: "..."

See if she believes it?

You're just kidding, it's poison.

She gave him a look that showed who was afraid of whom, and swore solemnly that she even put his finger in her mouth.

Mo Xinglan's face froze and he forgot to let go of the fingers holding the pill.