Morning Star

Chapter 197 I am a negative example

"Hey, did she roll her eyes at me just now?" Chu Jiu pointed at Mo Yun's receding back and asked Chu Furong and the other two.

Chu Furong couldn't bear to watch and shook her head: "If it were me, I would do the same."

After hearing this, Chujiu pursed his lips and stopped talking.

Of course, she and Mo Mingjie had a quarrel afterwards, and Mo Mingjie was so angry that he was fuming.

……

At 5 p.m., Mo Xinglan slowly opened his eyes and woke up. He supported himself on the bed and slowly sat up, only to find that someone had covered him with a quilt at some point.

Leaning against the head of the bed, he lowered his eyes to look at the quilt in his hands, his pale lips tightly pursed.

After a while, he put on his shoes and went downstairs. When he reached the corner of the stairs, he found that the tables, chairs and benches in the dim reception room were neatly arranged. There was no one around, as if no one had ever been there. Even the door was tightly closed, and the room was so quiet that he could almost hear his breathing.

He stared blankly at the empty and dim room, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses.

She tightened her hands on the railing, pursed her lips and went downstairs.

I stood at the table where we usually ate and looked around. My heart felt even emptier than the room itself.

He lowered his eyes, a slight smile of self-mockery appeared on the corner of his mouth, and a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

In such a silent world, if he died, would no one find out? This was quite suitable for him.

"Cough! Cough cough..."

Suddenly, his chest felt tight, and he covered his lips and started coughing violently.

He sat on a chair while coughing, supporting himself on the table with one hand, and then covered his wound.

He coughed for a while and finally stopped. When he lowered his hand covering his lips, blood flowed out of his mouth and fell down his chin onto his clothes.

He gasped and looked at the blood on his sleeve, his brows drooping slightly.

The bright red blood was particularly conspicuous on the snow-white clothes.

This dress is also dirty and should be thrown away.

At this moment, the girl's words came to his mind.

"If you don't want to wash your clothes next time, just give them to me and I'll wash them for you."

"So you should stop destroying or throwing away your clothes. What a waste."

"Although blood stains on clothes are not as easy to wash as normal ones, they can still be washed off."

Dirty clothes can be washed clean, but...if a person...is dirty, can it still be washed clean?

He folded his arms tightly.

He can destroy and throw away dirty clothes, but he cannot destroy his dirty self.

He had been dirty for a long time, he knew it, but he just didn't want to think about it. But such a dirty man actually dreamed that he could be worthy of such a clean woman.

Just as she thought, his heart was evil. Not only was his heart evil, his body was also extremely dirty. If she knew, she would not even want to touch him.

Some people are born to stay in the dark, while some people are born to be the scorching sun that can illuminate the world.

People in the darkness yearn for light. Once they see a little light, they will desperately chase it, hoping to get more, hoping that the light can shine on themselves.

However, when the light shined on me, I realized how unbearable I was. I finally understood why I was born in darkness. I even felt that I should stay in darkness. I was not worthy of the light.

But people in darkness are often greedy. Even though they know they don't deserve it, they will still do everything they can to keep the light.

If she must leave, he doesn't mind using some means, even if she will hate him.

Even if he died, he would definitely take her with him. He couldn't breathe just thinking that after he died, she would be with another man, would like another man, and would forget him completely.

He couldn't help laughing at the thought. If she knew he had such thoughts, she would definitely be afraid of him again.

……

After a while, he held his dizzy forehead, took out a pill and put it into his mouth. After a while, he stood up with the help of the table, went upstairs to wipe the blood off his body, changed his clothes and went downstairs again.

Since the old shopkeeper left, everyone has taken turns to cook, and tonight it is Chujiu's turn to cook. Every time it is Chujiu's turn to cook, he basically takes care of all the meals.

It's not that Chujiu can't cook, but she's afraid of the heat. And the most important thing is that he doesn't want her to cook for anyone other than him. So even if it involves the wound, he doesn't want her to do it.

Looking at the sky, it was already late.

Time slipped away quietly, and the sky outside gradually darkened. The Piaomiao Realm in August was a little chilly at night due to the thick spiritual energy in the sky.

It was past the middle of the You hour when the ninth day of the ninth month came back talking and laughing.

"I'm so tired after walking all afternoon." As soon as Chujiu entered the house, he picked up a chair and lay down on it.

But she had to admit that she had gained a lot today. In the evening, she would summarize what she had gained from watching the battle in the afternoon, which would definitely improve her cultivation.

Chu Furong shook her head and said disdainfully, "Are you tired already? You don't have enough stamina. You practiced in vain."

Chujiu rolled his eyes and ignored him.

In fact, she just stood there and watched the whole afternoon. Although her physical condition was indeed not good, she was not tired. So she just yelled loudly.

Zhuohua followed suit, took a chair and leaned on it, sighing, "I'm tired too."

Chu Furong walked up to him, kicked the chair leg lightly, and said unhappily, "Why are you so tired?"

After looking at his sitting posture which was exactly the same as Chujiu's, he turned on the disciplining mode and glared at Zhuohua: "Why not learn from someone else, Chujiu? Sit still."

Then he glared at Chujiu and said, "Look at yourself. What have you taught him? Can you teach him something good?"

Seeing her look like an old mother, Gao Yashan smiled helplessly, silently took a chair and placed it behind her: "If you have anything to say, sit down and talk. We have been walking all afternoon, take a rest."

Chu Furong looked at him shyly, then sat on the stool and calmed down a lot.

Chujiu rolled his eyes again when he saw the two's behavior, glanced at Zhuohua who sat down obediently after being lectured by Chu Furong, and then looked at Chu Furong: "His master is you, not me, how can it be my fault? Besides, what's wrong with learning from me? It would be great if you could be yourself like me."

He raised his finger and pointed at Zhuohua: "Look at him, he's not happy when you say that."

When Chujiu pointed out her secret, Zhuohua instantly felt very wronged, lowering her head and pouting her beautiful lips. She was almost about to squeeze out a few tears.

Chu Furong looked at Zhuohua and happened to see this scene. She sighed, then glared at Chujiu and said, "Go cook your meal."

Chujiu pursed his lips and stood up reluctantly, walking towards the kitchen. He lowered his head and muttered, "Blame me, blame me. It turns out that I am the negative example."

During this time, he was still angry and turned to Chu Furong and said, "You didn't teach him yourself, but you blame me for not teaching him well. You are his master. Humph!"

After saying this, regardless of Chu Furong who was stunned, she turned around proudly and walked towards the kitchen.

Just as I reached the door, I heard a familiar cough coming from inside.

He walked in quickly and looked around. As expected, he saw Mo Xinglan next to the chopping board.

He covered his lips with his right hand and propped his left hand on the chopping board. His white, slender, bony hand looked extremely pale on the dark brown chopping board.