Morning Star

Chapter 136: Really Like a Little Rabbit

As soon as Mo Xinglan put down his hand, he felt a pain in his chest. He curled up on his side and started coughing violently, as if he was going to cough out his lungs.

Before Chujiu even had time to rub his sore butt, he quickly stood up and ran over, at a loss, with a face full of anxiety: "You, you are cold... calm down..."

She regretted it so much now. She should have listened to him the first time he said it.

Mo Xinglan coughed for a long time before he finally stopped. He lay there weakly, gasping for air. His pale lips were stained blood red. The palm of his hand that had just covered his lips was also full of blood, and there was a lot of blood on the bed. His forehead was wet with cold sweat, and his hair was messy and stuck to his face. His eyebrows were tightly locked, and his dark eyes were a little empty.

Chujiu was so frightened that her lips trembled and her face turned pale. She squatted down in front of him and reached out her hand, but she was afraid that he would get angry and didn't dare to touch him.

His voice was trembling. “Yes, I’m sorry… I… I was wrong. You… I, I shouldn’t have been angry with you. I should have listened to you… I… What should I do… Don’t be angry… Don’t be angry… I… I… Yes, Brother Ji, I’ll go call Brother Ji.”

As she spoke, she stood up with shaking legs.

Mo Xinglan's eyes gradually focused, and when he heard her say that she was going to find Ji Fansong, he was filled with anger. He stretched out his bloody hand, grabbed her sleeve, and said angrily, "Don't go."

How many times does he have to tell her before she listens to him?

Chujiu paused, then squatted down again with trembling legs: "But you are uncomfortable, I am afraid..."

"I'm not going to die, so what are you afraid of?" He spoke with dissatisfaction, but the anger in his heart had disappeared a lot.

Chujiu's lips, which had turned pale due to fear, trembled, and she said softly, "Then you, then you drink the medicine, okay?"

He looked at her for a moment and sighed, "Yeah."

After he finished speaking, he used his hands to support himself on the bed and tried to sit up, saying hoarsely, "Help me up."

"Oh, okay." She quickly stood up, bent down and slowly helped him sit up.

Mo Xinglan was sweating profusely and his brows were furrowed in pain, but he never said a word.

His hair was wet with cold sweat and stuck to his forehead and face.

Chujiu first used a handkerchief to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead and the blood on his face, and then tucked the hair that was stuck to his face behind his ears.

Then he took the medicine from the table, sat on the edge of the bed, scooped up a spoonful of medicine and raised it to his lips, signaling him to drink it.

"..." He was stunned. Because the wound hurt when he breathed, he only drank half a spoonful.

However, Chujiu, who was unaware of the situation, poured it all into his mouth.

Just as I poured a whole spoonful of medicine into his mouth, half of the medicine flowed out from the corner of his mouth, sliding down his chin and down his neck.

Seeing this, Chujiu took out a handkerchief and quickly covered his collarbone with it to stop the medicine from sliding down.

Seeing him spill the medicine while drinking made me laugh: "Is your mouth a colander? Why do you drink half and spill the other half?"

As she spoke, she wiped the medicine off his neck and chin.

Mo Xinglan's body stiffened and he turned his head to look out the window.

"...it hurts...I can't hold it in."

“…” Chujiu looked at him speechlessly, then looked out the window from his point of view.

If she believed him, she wouldn't be called Chujiu. There wasn't much in this spoonful, and he told her that she couldn't hold it in her mouth. Who was he trying to fool?

Then he held the handkerchief in his hand to prevent his mouth from leaking again later.

When I looked away, I glanced at his pale lips.

The black-hearted monster's mouth is indeed small. When it is not injured, it is rosy and a bit like a girl's mouth.

Thinking of this, she smiled slyly, scooped up a spoonful of medicine and raised it to his lips: "It's normal that you can't hold it in. After all, our Xingxing has a cherry mouth. I understand. Come and drink it. Hehe."

After saying this she even grinned.

As expected, he glared at me. He drank the medicine in the spoon in one gulp and held it in his mouth to prevent it from flowing out.

Chujiu smiled triumphantly and scooped another spoonful.

A quarter of an hour later, after feeding him the medicine, I was about to help him lie down again, but when I saw the blood on the bed, I hesitated again.

Pointing at the blood, she looked at him hesitantly: "That blood..."

Did she want to change the sheets? But if she did, she would have to let him move, but he was injured and it would hurt his wound.

Mo Xinglan turned his head to look in the direction she pointed, sighed and looked up at her: "I'll teach you a trick."

When she heard that he wanted to teach her something, her eyes lit up immediately and she stared at him with interest: "Yeah."

“……”So happy?

So Mo Xinglan taught Chujiu a secret technique called cleaning.

However, Chujiu's old illness had not yet fully healed, and she was not using her spiritual energy very steadily. It was a bit difficult for her to perform a secret technique that required controlling her spiritual energy, so Mo Xinglan asked her to experiment with other fabrics first.

Chujiu had a hard time learning. He lay on the edge of the bed with a piece of rag in his hand, looking sad: "Why is it so difficult? It's not as good as the move like the rain of pear blossoms you taught me."

Mo Xinglan smiled helplessly, looking at the soft-looking hair on her head and rubbed it unconsciously with his hands.

"Although the Cleansing Technique is only a small secret technique, it is very challenging for the practitioner... ahem..."

Before he finished speaking, he covered his lips and coughed uncomfortably. He had just woken up and had said so much, so his body was a little exhausted.

Chujiu stood up quickly, and the dejected look he had just shown disappeared immediately. He ran to the table and poured a glass of water, then walked back and handed the glass to him: "Drink some water to moisten your throat."

He took it and took a sip, and then he felt better. He opened his mouth to continue speaking, but Chujiu interrupted him.

"Does it test the cultivator's ability to control spiritual energy?"

"...Yeah." He was stunned for a moment and replied softly.

Chujiu nodded: "Then I will learn slowly. I'm not in a hurry."

"..." How did she say what he said?

So Chujiu picked up the small rag and practiced slowly. After knowing the reason, she became very careful in controlling the spiritual energy, every bit.

Finally, her hard work paid off and she cleaned the small rag without any damage.

He jumped twice on the spot holding the small rag, then excitedly held it up in front of Mo Xinglan to show him.

Mo Xinglan was slightly stunned, and was happy for her in his heart.

It really looks like a little rabbit.

Chujiu was happy for a while, and began to clean the bed sheet slowly. After a while, he wiped the sweat on his forehead due to nervousness and breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he helped Mo Xinglan to lie down slowly.

Looking at the clean sheets, she thought of something and asked him, "So you usually use cleaning techniques to clean your clothes?"

Mo Xinglan also took a look at the clean sheets: "I don't use it often."

"What about your clothes? I rarely see you wear the same thing twice." She has always been curious about where those clothes he wore once went.

Unexpectedly, he responded as if it was a matter of course: "Of course I just threw it away if I don't want to wear it anymore."

"Throw it away, throw it away?" Even though she guessed it, she was still shocked.