Chapter 154

At night, after taking off his coat, Mo Qingge hugs his body from behind. By chance, he sees blood behind his neck.

"Uncle Huang, are you hurt?"

Before Gu Mian Mo spoke, Mo Qingge opened his clothes, revealing his white and strong back and exquisite outline, which can be called perfect.

It's just that the white and tender skin is full of deep and shallow scars. There are both new and old wounds. Some old wounds add new wounds, and new scars are formed on the scars.

Only the new wound on the shoulder was fierce and dazzling. It was an inch deep from the shoulder to the back. It was obviously cut by a sharp knife. It was bloody.

The original white and delicate back was covered with a variety of scars, and almost no intact skin could be found.

Mo Qingge's face, slightly pale for a while, a sour nose, some trembling phalanx.

His face, as bright as jade, is like a young man who is not stained with fine dust. However, his body is full of scars, which is not the same painting style as his beautiful face.

"Song Er, don't look..."

Mo Qingge's slender phalanx gently scratched one scar after another on his back. He opened his lips and said, "Uncle Huang has been fighting all these years. Do you often get hurt?"

"It's inevitable." His tone of voice was light.

It's common for him to get hurt on the battlefield.

She took out the healing medicine from the space and carefully applied it to the wound on his shoulder. She asked painfully, "does it hurt?"

"Nothing." Gu's voice was low and indifferent. "On the contrary, these wounds can always remind me that everything is not enough!"

Seeing that she was silent for a long time, Gu mianmo turned around and hugged the little girl into her arms: "Song Er, don't cry!"

Little girl a cry, his a heart all disordered.

Gu Mian Mo reached out his hand and gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes. He said in a soft voice, "Uncle Huang promised you that he would protect himself well in the future."

Mo Qingge bit his lower lip and nodded slightly.

Although she has never been to Wanjie, just looking at the scars behind uncle Huang, she can imagine how cruel the war in Wanjie is and how cold-blooded the killing is.

I'm afraid I'll die if I'm not careful.

"That's what we said." Mo Qingge's voice, with a faint sob, "the next time we meet, you must be good, if you have any mistakes, I will never forgive you!"

"Well, I promise you, don't cry." Gu Yinmo looked at her dense eyes and felt very sad.

He came closer and gently dried the tears in the corner of Mo Qingge's eyes.

"Ge'er should take good care of herself." He pasted in the girl's ear, whispered, "remember to eat on time, sleep on time, get sick, don't hold on, remember... Occasionally also want to think of me."

Mo Qingge nodded like a chicken pecking rice and said with a smile, "Uncle Huang, when have you become so wordy?"

After a pause, she said: "I will remember what you said, so you must not forget my advice to you, and... Don't forget me."

She thought that Wanjie was a high-level continent, and there were aristocratic families everywhere. Uncle Huang was a demon emperor, and there would be a lot of yingyanyan around him.

If things change, I don't know if I will remember her.

"No The tone is simple and comprehensive, very calm.

Suddenly, aware that her body moved, Gu felt Mo hugged her tightly: "don't move, song'er, let me hold you for a while more."

He was afraid that in the future, he would not have the chance to hold him for so long.

"Well."

Mo Qingge closed his eyes and lay quietly in his arms. He just wanted to be quiet for a long time.

His skin is a little cold, but leaning in his arms, I have an inexplicable sense of sureness in my heart.

She soon fell into a dream and slept soundly in his arms. She had no dream and was safe all night.

She didn't know that Gu Mian Mo was watching her sleeping face. She didn't sleep all night.

The next morning, when Mo Qingge woke up, the pillow was gone, and there was still a faint smell of ambergris on the bed.

On the table, there was a bowl of steaming soup porridge, which he had prepared for her before he left.

Slightly drooping eyes, the next second eyelashes will be wet, ink song lying on the pillow, look dull, thoughts blank.

He's gone.

She didn't know how long she was in the room, as if her whole mind had been emptied and numb.

I don't know how long after that, Mo Xingchen knocked on the door and asked her to have dinner. She didn't answer the ethereal voice as if she couldn't hear it.

After a while, Mo Xingchen brought the meal in and saw his sister sitting with empty eyes, looking haggard and silent.

"Qingge, have dinner." Mo Xingchen put the meal on the table, and saw that something was wrong with her look, so he asked, "what's the matter with you?"

She looks, obviously not right.

After a long time, Mo Qingge came back and said, "brother, he's gone."

"Who, who's gone?" Ink star sink asks a way.

Mo Qingge nodded slightly, his eyes showed a little blank, did not answer him, but said: "I can't eat, you go out first."

Calm voice, can't hear any emotion.

"... good." Mo Xingchen realized that she was not in the right mood, so he didn't ask more, "I'll send it to you later."

Drop this sentence, ink star sink then carefully left the room, also helped her close the door.

What's wrong with my sister today?

Mo Qingge shut himself up in the room for a whole day. He was lost all day. He didn't cry, but he didn't talk.

Another night, a long, boring night.

The next morning, the main hall of Qingshui hall.

Mo Xingchen and Yintong also just know that Gu Mian Mo has returned to the world. Then they suddenly think of his abnormal sister yesterday.

"What do you do now?" Mo Xingchen is a little distressed. "Qingge keeps herself in the room alone, and she doesn't communicate or talk. I give him food, and she doesn't talk to me or eat."

Silver pupil face dew worries: "master in the mind affirmation is very uncomfortable, otherwise, let yourself quiet for a while?"

He thought, at this time, what the master needs most is quiet.

"It's been quiet all day. I'm afraid something will happen to her." Ink star sink but can't sit, "can't, I want to go over to have a look."

Words fall, Mo Xingchen just want to go out, see Mo Qingge a white skirt, lotus step light move from.

After a night's absence, her small white face became pale and thin. She felt a little distressed.

"Qingge, you..."

Mo Qingge raised her eyes, looked at them, and pulled out a faint smile: "brother, I'm hungry, do you have anything to eat?"

"Yes." Did not expect that she suddenly came such a sentence, Mo Xing Shen nodded, "I just made breakfast, is about to send you, you come just in time, let's have dinner together."