Morning Star

Chapter 152 Who doesn’t like talents like him?

His soft eyes flashed with a hint of pleading, and he opened his mouth and said hesitantly: "...Hold me."

After saying this, he lowered his eyes as if escaping, a hint of self-mockery appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he whispered, "I was just kidding."

After that, he slowly turned over and lay flat on his back, closed his eyes and frowned: "I'm tired, go to sleep."

He asked too much tonight. Would she be angry?

That's right, she didn't like him and was even afraid of him. He almost killed her several times before.

As he was thinking, his right arm was embraced in a warm embrace.

"It's quite cold at night." She whispered.

In fact, my heart was so nervous that it was about to jump out.

The sleepiness that Mo Xinglan had just felt disappeared after she hugged him.

She didn't refuse!

He opened his eyes and looked at her in disbelief, and asked cautiously: "Aren't you afraid of... me?"

"Why would I be afraid of you? Do you look scary?" She rolled her eyes at him.

"But you..."

"Before was before, and now is now. They are different."

"is that so?"

Chujiu raised her eyes and glared at him. She sighed helplessly and raised her hand to poke his face: "My little beauty, how can you be so beautiful without knowing it? Can't you be more confident about your appearance?"

“…” He frowned, not liking her way of addressing him.

Seeing that he was unhappy, Chujiu took back his hand and said with a smile: "I was just joking. But anyway, it was you who asked me to hold you while sleeping."

She closed her eyes and said, "It's not a loss to have a beautiful woman by my side."

"..."

He did not feel dissatisfied with this sentence.

After looking at her for a while, he turned sideways and tentatively put his hand gently around her back.

Seeing that she did not object, she buried her head in the crook of his neck, and the corners of her mouth rose quietly. She was suddenly filled with joy.

It is indeed worthwhile to have a beautiful woman in your arms.

This was the first time he felt happy sleeping since his mother passed away.

He fell asleep, but Chujiu couldn't sleep at all. He didn't dare to move at all, for fear of accidentally touching his wound.

It took a long time to calm down from the tension.

As she calmed down, the sweet scent of Mo Xinglan's blood drifted into her nose.

She looked up at him who was sleeping soundly, then lowered her head, with the corners of her mouth curled up slightly unconsciously. She rubbed his neck and smelled his fragrance.

After lunch the next day, Chujiu, who had not yet woken up, turned over and most of the quilt was wrapped around her.

She frowned, as if she had a very bad dream.

Mo Xinglan, holding a medical book, sat beside her. When he noticed that she had turned over, he lowered his head and looked at her without blinking.

I was just wondering how she could sleep so well and when she would wake up, when I saw her frowning. I wondered what she had dreamed about, she looked very unhappy. Should I wake her up?

After hesitating for a long time, he reached out and tried to wake her up, but just as he was about to touch her, he heard her murmur, "Mom..."

"..."

The hand that was about to touch her suddenly froze in mid-air, and it took a long time before it was slowly retracted.

He pursed his lips and tightened his grip on the book.

At this time, Chujiu frowned and slowly opened his eyes. He turned over and sat up sleepily, tilting his head to greet him: "Good morning."

Mo Xinglan put away his previous emotions and smiled softly when he heard that. He raised his hand and placed it on her head, rubbing it, making her already messy hair even messier: "It's getting late."

Chujiu was so frightened by his sudden touch on the head that he trembled for a moment before coming to his senses.

Her head was buzzing as she remembered that she and the black-hearted monster had slept in the same bed for the whole night.

……

At 3 p.m. in the afternoon, Chu Furong, Gao Yashan and Zhuo Hua returned from their training.

After coming back and resting for a while, I came to Mo Xinglan's room.

Chujiu told the three people about how he was possessed by a demon.

To put it simply, she simply skipped some of the things she thought were unnecessary.

Mo Xinglan just listened to her and didn't interrupt.

They had not been chatting for long when the palace lord arrived.

During the ten days or so that they had been in the main mansion, the mansion master had only come frequently during the days when Mo Xinglan was unconscious. This was the first time he had come since he woke up.

After the Palace Master learned about Mo Xinglan's injuries, he asked Chujiu and the others some other questions.

Finally, we talked about the secret realm being closed soon.

Only then did they realize that the Palace Master had come to ask them whether they wanted to stay in the secret realm.

He said that it would be more convenient for Mo Xinglan to recuperate in the secret realm, and it would also be beneficial for their cultivation.

Ultimately, I want to keep them.

Which family in the world today doesn't want to have more disciples with excellent qualifications? The master of the mansion is no exception.

Chujiu knew that the mansion lord actually cared most about Mo Xinglan, who had the most abnormal talent among them.

Even though he is covered in wounds now, once he recovers and practices for a few more years, he will probably be able to surpass the Palace Master.

Who wouldn't like a talent like him?

Looking at Mo Xinglan, she was a little confused.

The evil-hearted evildoer is good at both literature and martial arts, and can handle both housework and cooking. He can wash clothes and cook, and slay demons and monsters. Apart from not being able to have children, is there anything he can't do?

If he wasn't a black heart, the girl who could marry him should be very happy, right?

Noticing that she was looking at him, Mo Xinglan smiled and politely rejected the mansion master, then lowered his eyes to look at her: "What are you thinking about?"

She looked at him without blinking.

His question drew everyone's attention to her.

Chujiu looked at him, lost in thought, and didn't notice that Chu Furong and the others were looking at him.

He was stunned for a moment and shook his head: "No, nothing."

Everyone's eyes were full of suspicion.

Everyone was talking about something, but she was just standing there staring at Mo Xinglan in a daze.

She coughed awkwardly and smiled politely: "Palace Master, I think you should go out of the secret realm and see the outside world when you have nothing to do. Anyway, Yu You who was sealed in the Demon Forest is dead now. You really should listen to my advice. The world outside is much more fun than this."

After hearing this, the mansion master laughed heartily and said, "Hahahaha, girl, you're right. It's time for me to go out for a walk too."

So the final decision of the few people was to leave the main house of the secret realm tomorrow. Since Mo Xinglan was injured and it was inconvenient for him to walk, the owner of the house decided to activate the teleportation formation and send the few people back to the inn.

The happiest person is of course Chujiu because he doesn’t have to walk back by himself.

The next afternoon, they returned to the inn. The formation sent them directly into the inn. The old shopkeeper was still sleeping at the time. When he noticed the noise, he almost slapped them. He only withdrew his hand when he saw that it was Chujiu and his friends.

Later, Chu Furong and a few others told the old shopkeeper some things that happened in the secret realm, some of which the old shopkeeper had already heard about.

But of course not everything will be told, and what should be concealed must still be concealed.

After Chujiu returned to the inn and greeted the old innkeeper, he helped Mo Xinglan back to his room.

In the following days, whenever Chujiu wanted to stay with Chu Furong and the others, Mo Xinglan would stop her and ask her to stay by his side. As long as she refused, he would get angry, and she was afraid that it would hurt his health, so she had to agree to stay.