Morning Star

Chapter 144 Is She Someone Else?

With murderous intent, he chased after it and started fighting with it.

After dozens of rounds, the bewitching demon was finally defeated by the powerful spiritual weapon and lay on the ground dying.

Chujiu came to it panting. She had several injuries on her body at this time, but fortunately, she was protected by the Lingyun Whip, so the injuries were not serious.

But it still hurts!

She squatted down and looked at the demon on the ground, feeling a little proud.

Does this count as beating a monster above her level? When she returns, she will definitely show off to the evil-hearted monster.

As he was thinking, he unconsciously touched the dying demon on the ground.

A wisp of red smoke floated into Chujiu's eyebrows without a trace.

Chujiu touched her eyebrows in confusion. Was she dazzled?

The next moment, she felt a blur in front of her eyes and fell to the ground due to exhaustion.

After a while, he slowly got up, glanced at the dead demon on the ground, and left the place.

After walking for a while, he returned to Chu Furong and the others: "Well, I want to go back."

Chu Furong was stunned after hearing this, and said helplessly: "You can't hold on any longer?"

Chujiu thought for a moment and said, "I'm a little worried about Mo Xinglan. I wonder if anything will happen to him if he stays in the room alone."

Hearing her say this, Chu Furong smiled knowingly and sighed: "Okay, but can you find the way back? How about we take you back?"

Chujiu shook his head: "No, I can find the way. I made some marks."

Chu Furong glanced at Gao Yashan, then looked at Chu Jiu and hesitated for a moment: "Then be careful on the road."

Chujiu nodded, said a few words and left.

Today is the time to apply medicine to the wound. Chujiu happened to be out with Chu Furong and the others, so Mo Xinglan could only apply the medicine himself.

However, without Chujiu's help, he didn't want to apply medicine himself.

In the morning, Mo Xinglan woke up early as usual.

I got out of bed by holding the edge of the bed, washed up and had breakfast, and then sat on the bed as usual waiting for Chujiu, looking at the closed door from time to time.

He waited for a long time, but she didn't come even though it was lunch time. In the end, only Ah Zao came with the food. Then he remembered that she had gone out with Chu Furong and the others.

A Zao had seen Mo Xinglan after applying medicine to him on the ninth day of the last month. He felt that Mo Xinglan was very powerful and was a hero in his heart.

He came here today with an excited and happy mood, but he didn't expect that the hero in his eyes was in a bad mood today, and his eyes seemed to be ready to kill at any time.

He was so scared that he didn't dare to say anything, or even look directly at her.

He could only stand in an inconspicuous corner and wait for the hero brother to finish his meal before he went forward to collect the dishes and chopsticks.

When Chujiu was not around, Mo Xinglan was too lazy to even eat, but when he thought about his injuries, he felt that not eating well would be bad for his injuries.

After dinner, Ji Fansong brought the elixir ointment. He wanted to check Mo Xinglan's injuries, but when he thought of Mo Xinglan's tone and look of refusal before, he gave up and just asked Mo Xinglan to lie down and rest more.

During the whole process, Mo Xinglan didn't say a word, nor did he look at Ji Fansong. He just sat there motionless like a puppet.

Ji Fansong felt like he was talking to himself, and he always felt that Mo Xinglan was more hostile towards him.

Did he say something wrong? No, right? It would be better to leave quickly, so he left after saying a few words.

An hour later, he looked at the elixir ointment on the table beside the bed, was stunned for a while, and then he half hung his clothes on his body and slowly unwound the gauze.

The wound healed very slowly, and it took several days before it showed any signs of healing.

Even though he was removing it slowly, he would still tear the wound from time to time.

He frowned impatiently, fed up with this wounded body that couldn't do anything.

At this moment, the door of the room was opened, and he raised his eyes and glanced over coldly.

At this glance he was stunned, his hands paused, and he looked at the girl who walked in with confusion and surprise.

Didn’t she go out with Chu Furong and the others? Why is she back?

Chujiu closed the door with her backhand, walked to the bedside with a gentle expression, climbed onto the bed as usual, sat in front of him, and took the gauze that he had not yet removed.

"You...didn't you go out?" He stared at her blankly, feeling a little happy but more confused.

"Yes, he went out, but today is the time for you to apply medicine on your wound. So now he's back." She said with a smile as she unpacked the clothes.

His tone was exceptionally gentle, and even the smile on his face made people feel warm in their hearts.

He still couldn't believe what he heard, and hesitantly asked, "Just... like this?"

There is no other reason, it’s because of him, not for anything else?

Chujiu looked at him, his eyes full of tenderness: "What do you think?"

"..." He stared at her in a daze, unable to speak. She was a little different today.

After a while, Chujiu had removed the gauze around Chan Mo Xinglan's chest and abdomen.

But she did not pick up the elixir ointment to apply the medicine, but knelt straight.

She lifted her left leg and knelt between his legs, gently cupping his cheeks with both hands and lifting his face so that he was looking at her.

"?!"

Mo Xinglan paused, allowed her to raise his face, and stared at her blankly.

What happened to her? Why did she suddenly...

Chujiu gently brushed the hair on his face to the sides of his face, looked at him and said softly: "I came back because of you..."

She smiled again, her eyes so gentle that water could drip out: "I like you, do you... like me?"

"!"

This one sentence made Mo Xinglan's brain start to stop working, and her words that she liked him echoed throughout his mind.

Two blushes suddenly appeared on the pale face.

He opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, a pair of soft and warm lips covered his.

"!"

Instantly, his body froze, his mind went blank, and even his breathing stopped. He stared blankly with his eyes wide open, looking at the girl in front of him with her eyes closed in disbelief. His heart was pounding non-stop, as if it was about to jump out.

He flashed his big eyes in confusion and dared not move.

She, what does she do?

Does she know what she is doing?

She, she just seemed to say, said, said that she likes him?

Did she ask him if he liked her?

Does he...like her?

Thinking of this, his confused mind gradually became clear.

It never occurred to him.

The word "love" was too far away for him, or it could be said that it was something that would never happen to him. Moreover, this was an absolutely fatal thing for him, so how could he put his life in the hands of others?

other people?

Is she someone else?

The faint scent of gardenia lingered at the tip of my nose, and all that appeared in my head were her every smile, word and action.

All the past scenes played out in his mind.

A seed gradually sprouted, and two tender leaves emerged. It continued to grow upwards.