Morning Star

Chapter 131 Green Uncle

Although he didn't say anything, Chujiu knew he was in pain. His whole body was shaking.

She lowered her eyes and looked at him worriedly. She freed one hand and put her finger on his teeth that were biting his lower lip, and said anxiously, "Don't bite yourself."

In a hurry, she quickly lifted his head, opened his mouth, and placed her forearm on his lips: "Bite me, don't bite yourself."

She was already covered in wounds, and if she bit herself, wouldn't that just add new wounds? Anyway, she didn't feel pain now, so it didn't hurt no matter how hard she was bitten.

"..."

Mo Xinglan, who was almost losing his mind due to the pain, bit her forearm.

Soon the skin on his forearm was bitten, and blood flowed down his lips to his pale neck.

“……”Chujiu didn’t care about the wound on his forearm at all at this moment.

After a while, the tentacle was finally pulled out completely.

The young man used the emerald green airflow to stop Mo Xinglan's bleeding.

Mo Xinglan then loosened his teeth that were biting Chujiu's arm, opened his mouth slightly and gasped.

Chujiu carefully put his head back against her body and wiped the cold sweat and blood from his face and neck with a handkerchief.

After about half a minute, the bleeding finally stopped.

The young man stood up and walked towards the direction where the few people were fighting with the Demon Lord and sat down leisurely.

Chujiu, who always likes to chatter nonstop, hasn't said a word since he said the previous sentence.

Mo Xinglan was a little uncomfortable with this kind of Chujiu, and asked hoarsely: "Why... aren't you talking?"

Chujiu, who was observing Yu You's situation, looked down at him and asked in confusion, "What did you say?"

Mo Xinglan was stunned. Didn't she always talk a lot? She could find something to say even when she had nothing to say. Why was she asking him now?

He lowered his eyes to look at her bloody palm and the teeth mark that had just been bitten: "Does it hurt?"

Isn't she very afraid of pain? Before, she would scream loudly when she accidentally scratched her skin, but now she has so many injuries on her body, but she has never cried out in pain.

He even suspected that she was pretending when she cried out in pain before.

Chujiu looked at her hands and secretly thanked God that she had Piaomiao who could help her turn on the pain-free mode, otherwise she would have been in excruciating pain.

She shook her head: "It doesn't hurt."

Mo Xinglan didn't quite believe it and wondered if she was just pretending.

Chujiu saw the meaning in his eyes and thought about how to answer him.

You can't tell him that she has a system that can help her turn off the pain, right?

This definitely won’t work. We have to find some excuse to get away with it.

As he thought about it, his eyes fell on his horrible hand covered in blood.

She had never suffered such an injury before. Although she didn't feel pain, she still felt pain after the pain-free mode was turned off.

Then I saw his clothes stained with blood, and the more I looked at them, the sadder I felt.

She held back her tears, turned her face away, and murmured, "It doesn't hurt... It doesn't hurt..."

Mo Xinglan was slightly stunned, and opened his mouth. After a moment, he spoke: "Why do you look so bad if it doesn't hurt?"

"?" She looked at him pitifully again, freeing up one hand to apply the back of her hand to her face: "Is there?"

I wiped it on my forehead again, and ended up with cold sweat on the back of my hand.

She paused. Now she understood that even if the pain-free mode was turned on, the body was still honest and could feel the discomfort.

Hesitantly, he said, "I..."

She lowered her eyes to look at the bloody hole between his chest and abdomen, then quickly turned away reluctantly: "It doesn't hurt, it really doesn't hurt."

Compared to his injuries, hers were nothing.

"..."

Mo Xinglan said nothing more, and raised his eyes tiredly to take in the expression on her face. He felt very uncomfortable.

After a long while, Chujiu buried his head and murmured, "I'm sorry."

Most of his injuries this time were due to her. It would be better if she were stronger.

"...Why?" He looked at her.

"..." The corners of her mouth drooped, as if she was holding back something.

She lowered her head, and from his angle, her bangs and sideburns blocked a lot of her face, so he couldn't see clearly what was wrong with her.

He slowly raised his hand and gently stroked the side of her face, turning her face towards her: "..."

Her eyes were red and watery, and her small, pursed mouth was trembling slightly.

"…Why…are you crying again?"

Including this time, he has seen her cry three times today.

The first time was out of grievance, the second time was out of fear that he would die, what was it this time?

Chujiu grabbed his hand that was touching his face and said, "I didn't cry."

However, as soon as he finished speaking, tears rolled out of his eyes.

I cursed in my heart, these useless eyes, can't you just be patient? As soon as she finished speaking, he hit her in the face.

Then she reluctantly placed his hand gently on his abdomen, but when she thought of the injury on his abdomen, she took it up and put it aside on the ground.

"..." He looked at her doubtfully, then at her actions.

The two didn't speak again after that.

Mo Xinglan closed his eyes to rest, while Chujiu observed the movements of the Mansion Master.

The more she looked, the more she felt something was wrong.

Yu You's self-healing ability was too amazing, it was the same whether he was beaten or not. Instead, the mansion master and his men gradually gained the upper hand, and everyone was injured to varying degrees.

If this continues, the Palace Master and the others will surely die at his hands.

She looked at the young man with his back to her and asked in confusion, "That... this... green, green uncle..."

She still wanted to say that he was really green, so green that it made her feel uneasy.

The young man turned his head to look at her, his face clearly showing dissatisfaction with the name: "My name is Liu Yue."

The green uncle?

It sounded weird coming out of her mouth.

"Oh, Uncle Liuyue. You are so powerful, is there any way you can kill Yu You or make him lose his ability to heal himself?" She changed the topic.

Liu Yue sneered and said, "I don't, but the boy in your arms does have that ability."

Chujiu was stunned for a moment, and remembered the method Mo Xinglan used to save her before.

The wounds on Yu You's body had indeed not healed.

But the black-hearted monster now had difficulty even standing up, let alone fighting Yu You.

Mo Xinglan, who had been resting with his eyes closed, slowly opened his eyes and looked indifferently at the battle going on in front of him where the palace master was.

The Palace Master and his men are already in a weak position and can't hold on for much longer.

What does their business have to do with him?

But he really wanted to kill Yu You at this moment. Who made Yu You speak so arrogantly and dared to say that he loved his mother, and caused him to be so seriously injured? If he let Yu You go like this, how could he be willing?

When he thought of this, he felt disgusted and wanted to kill Yu You immediately.

Even being cut into pieces could not relieve the hatred in his heart.

He took out a golden pill from his storage ring.

"What do you want to do?" Chujiu looked at his actions in confusion.

"Kill Yu You." He replied calmly.

After saying that, he stuffed the pill into his mouth and said, "Help me up."

Chujiu hesitated for a moment and carefully helped him stand up.

The abandoned Xuanli sword lying on the ground in the distance trembled, then disappeared from the spot, and appeared in Mo Xinglan's hand the next moment.