Morning Star

Chapter 159 His Spiritual Stone Is Hers

Seeing that she didn't answer for a long time, Mo Xinglan pulled one hand out from her hand that had weakened due to her shock, gently stroked her frightened pale cheek, and smiled softly: "Jiu'er, are you willing?"

When he said this, there was a hint of spiritual energy around his fingertips, and it seemed that he didn't want to get her consent.

"I don't want to! Don't go too far!" She saw this and yelled, letting go of the other hand holding his hand and stood up. She took a step back and glared at him angrily.

He didn't take his own life seriously, that was his business, but why did he take her with him? He knew she was afraid of death, but he still did it, he did it on purpose.

"..."

Mo Xinglan stared at his empty hands in a daze for a long time before he slowly raised his eyes to look at her. At this moment, the gentle smile on his face was gone, and he was filled with sadness and panic, and his blood-red eyes seemed to be about to shed tears of blood.

"Jiu'er..."

He seemed to be afraid that she would leave, so he called her softly and reached out his hand while trying to stand up. But he fell down right after he stood up.

Chujiu was startled and reflexively ran over and barely held him while sitting on the ground. Only then did she breathe a sigh of relief.

But the person in his arms covered his lips and started coughing violently, and bright red blood slowly flowed out from between his fingers and slid toward his pale wrist.

Seeing him in such pain, she was at a loss. Her mind raced, thinking about how to help him feel better.

At this moment, she thought of those novels and TV shows where transmitting Qi and spiritual energy to injured people could help them relieve or even heal their injuries. She wondered if this was true. So she tried it out and slowly transferred the spiritual energy from her palms holding him into his body.

"don't want……"

Mo Xinglan had just stopped coughing, but suddenly he shouted in a muffled voice, and then a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

She was so scared that she stopped immediately and cursed herself in her heart.

Mo Xinglan leaned on her shoulder, gasping for air, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

He said in a hoarse voice: "Do you want me to... die?"

That being said, he knew that since she had never killed anyone, it would be even less likely that she would kill him.

"I'm sorry... I..." She was so scared that her body was shaking, her face was pale and she was covered in cold sweat, and her voice was trembling slightly, "I, I thought... I could make you, not feel so uncomfortable... I'm sorry..."

He listened to her, his bloody lips showing a smile, his eyes a little dazed.

A storage ring appeared on his blood-stained palm, and he whispered in her ear with his remaining consciousness: "Red sandalwood...box...Spirit gathering...pill..."

He lost consciousness before he could finish his words.

"Mo Xinglan!" Chujiu exclaimed.

She was stunned for a moment, then looked down at the ring in his hand. She took it in her hand, picked him up and put him on the bed.

There was no time to wipe the blood from his mouth, and he hurriedly searched in the storage ring.

The storage ring was full of boxes and bottles, but they were all neatly arranged. She quickly found several boxes that looked like sandalwood.

Mo Xinglan overestimated her. She roughly knew what a sandalwood box looked like, but she couldn't tell which one was rosewood.

He didn't care about anything else. He took out several sandalwood boxes, put them in his pockets, ran out of the door, and went to ask Chu Furong and the others.

Chu Furong had just finished telling Gao Yashan and Zhuohua what happened today when she saw Chu Jiu running over with a few sandalwood boxes in her arms. She and Gao Yashan were stunned.

You know, sandalwood boxes are usually used to hold pills. How many pills does she have if she carries so many? And according to the different properties of sandalwood, the quality of the pills inside is also different.

They also saw a red sandalwood box inside. The red sandalwood box contained the sixth-grade pill.

Where did she get it?

In astonishment, Chujiu had already come to them, holding a pile of boxes and asked anxiously: "Red sandalwood, which one of these is red sandalwood?"

"..."

Chu Furong and Gao Yashan both looked at her blankly.

Did she do this on purpose? She couldn't even tell the difference between rosewood and rosewood?

"Hurry up!" Chujiu was anxious. If she wasn't carrying a pile of boxes, she would have jumped up and down.

Gao Yashan came to his senses and pointed at one of them: "This..."

Before he finished speaking, except for the box he pointed to, all the others were put into Mo Xinglan's storage ring by Chujiu. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared.

"..."

Chu Furong and Gao Yashan looked at each other, only to see the astonishment that had not yet subsided and the confusion that had just arisen in each other's eyes.

Chujiu returned to Mo Xinglan's room and quickly took a Soul Gathering Pill and fed it to him. She wiped the blood off him while worrying about him.

I just hope he wakes up soon.

……

On the afternoon of the second day, Chujiu sat on a chair beside the bed and told Mo Xinglan what happened yesterday.

After she finished speaking, she recalled again the fierce scene when Chu Furong and Mo Mingjie were bidding at the end of the auction.

I couldn't help but sigh: "One hundred and two thousand spirit stones for a medium-level second-grade spirit weapon. I spent all my second sister's and my spirit stones. It's too expensive."

Alas, it’s painful to think that she will be a pauper in the future, but she doesn’t regret it.

Mo Xinglan shook his head. "There aren't many medium-level spiritual weapons, and the Jade Cold Sword is stronger than other medium-level second-grade spiritual weapons. It's hard to find a weapon that you like and is handy. One hundred and two thousand is worth it."

After a pause, he raised the corners of his lips slightly: "Don't worry about the spirit stone, I'm still here, right?"

His spirit stone is hers.

When Chujiu heard what he said before, he immediately felt relieved and felt that it was worth it and even felt that he had made a profit.

But when she heard what he said next, she was stunned for a moment and turned her head away embarrassedly.

What's his is his, how can she do that?

Just then there was a knock on the door.

Chujiu paused in thought and went to open the door. When he opened the door, he saw Chu Furong.

She looked hesitant: "I brought Lingling here."

Chujiu raised his eyebrows: "Oh?"

"What are you saying?" Chu Furong glared at her and then warned her, "I'm telling you, you better talk to each other and don't fight over anything. Do you hear me?"

Chujiu pursed his lips and said disapprovingly: "You should tell her this, why tell me?"

"I told Lingling, and she agreed."

"Oh, okay."

As she said that, she was about to follow Chu Furong downstairs.

Just as he took a step forward, he heard a dissatisfied voice behind him: "Jiu'er."

Chujiu paused and looked inside the house: "What's going on?"

"come over."

"……Oh."

After a while, Chujiu helped Mo Xinglan downstairs. Gao Yashan brought a chair over, and Chujiu helped Mo Xinglan sit on the chair.

At this moment, Chu Furong, Gao Yashan, Zhuo Hua, and Mo Xinglan were sitting at the table, facing the same direction. Chu Jiu was standing next to Mo Xinglan, like a little maid.

In front of the group was Li Lingling, who was looking nervous with her head down.

No one in the room spoke, it was quiet.

At this time, Chujiu finally couldn't help it, and smiled at Li Lingling, asking knowingly: "What are you doing here? Are you looking for a fight with me?"