Chapter 16

"Why are you here?" The sound of Mu Sheng has no temperature.

Miaosei's black and white eyes reflected the moonlight and took a step forward: "I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Look at his expression, must have just touched a nose of ash in Mu Yao there, right in her arms. What's the icing on the cake? Isn't she just sending charcoal in the snow?

The river breeze blew her clothes, and there was still a trace of wine on her body, mixed with the smell of Liu Fu's sachet. A burst of irritability surged into his heart: "the wine bureau is over so soon, are you in a hurry to go to the next one?"

Ling Miaomiao's face suddenly changed and her eyebrows raised: "how do you talk?"

"I was wrong?"

Oh, look at the posture of taking gun medicine. I must have had a big fight with Mu Yao just now. Ling Miaomiao pressed down his anger for a long time with a smile: "I finished drinking with brother Liu. What's the matter with that. I'm not here to drink. "

Mu Sheng raised his eyes and even lost interest in making her. He sneered impatiently: "is Miss Ling insomnia again? My sachet is useless. It doesn't smell as good as Liu Fu's clothes. "

A vengeful cheapskate.

Ling Miaomiao gave a smile. Seeing his face, he was probably hurt. He summoned up courage and took his arm. "Can't you think of me for the best? I've come all the way to take your medicine. "

The Mu sound jilted for a while did not shake off, affected the wound, the cold sweat immediately cencen but next, some annoyed: "let go."

"Don't move!" Miaomiao lowered his voice and grabbed it. "Look at you. Is it painful?" She dragged him to her attic, with the evil courage of killing people and stealing goods, "if you don't want to disturb your sister, don't make trouble here!"

The struggle of Mu Sheng stops.

Sure enough, muyao is the dead place of the Black Lotus, which has been tried and tested repeatedly.

Mu Sheng was pulled by Ling Miaomiao and settled down on the chair. His dark eyes were like cold pool sinking stars, and his whole face was full of gloom: "Miss Ling, you have too many things to do."

Ling Miaomiao ignored him, carefully closed the door, put down the curtain and lit a candlestick.

There were only two of them left in the dark room. She turned around and didn't smile: "are you sick? Mu Ziqi, if you have an injury, you need to treat it quickly, even if you don't need medicine..." She looked at the bright red seeping from his fingers and frowned, "as for tossing herself like this?"

She looks very serious, almost like she is angry, but the care in her eyes is very similar to the person she once was.

Mu Sheng looked stagnant. He took away his palm and looked at the mottled blood between his fingers. The blood on his clothes had already been spread out.

"I never use medicine."

"Ah?" Wonderful common sense was challenged, "do you have any special powers? For example, self-healing or something... "

"No

"Then you..." Miaomiao took a cool breath and concluded tactfully, "well, it's really a fluke for me to live to now."

Mu Sheng looked at her, silent, dark.

She lifted up her dress and squatted down in front of Mu Sheng, with a soft tone: "can I help you have a look?"

"No need." He covered the wound again, looking cold, "I don't take medicine."

"Don't be so nervous." Miaomiao felt frustrated. "I'm not a disciple, and you're not a big girl..."

She hesitated for a moment, looked around and took out the afternoon paper bag.

The sound of unfolding the paper clattered and startled Mu Sheng. The candle was beating in his eyes, and his pupils were even bigger and black: "don't you mean nothing?"

"I said it on purpose." Miaomiao took out a steamed bun, opened his hand, gently put it up, and complained, "I wanted to give it to you and sister mu, but I met you fighting with others. You are so fierce, and you want to eat people, so a fool will give you something to eat..."

Mu Sheng looks at the palm of his hand.

The steamed bread is snow-white and round. Its surface is smooth and attractive. In the middle of the steamed bread, a five petaled plum blossom is inlaid with a rhombic carrot. The red and white color of the steamed bread are very beautiful.

Her voice was very clear, with a little girl's grievance.

"Don't just look. Try it." Miaomiao squatted in front of him and looked up at him excitedly. "It's made by my baby cook. It's beautiful and delicious..."

Mu Sheng turned around and avoided her sight.

He doesn't like this kind of look up, always feel that this action, his expression will be her at a glance, just like he always looks at muyao like this.

Miaomiao sighed in his heart, gritted his teeth, squatted down on the other side, and continued to be cheeky: "take a bite, and you won't be disappointed - haven't you eaten yet?"

Let her remind me, I'm really hungry. Mu Sheng just took a bite, suddenly tasted a sweet. He looked down, steamed bread inside the Yingrun brown sugar, brown sugar has been melted, dripping in the steamed bread.

"Sweet or not? Is it delicious? " Ling Miaomiao, who sold Amway, squatted on the ground, laughing like an old lady who finally married her daughter.

The sweetness melted into his mouth.

It's so sweet. How long has it been since I ate such sweet food?Suddenly hunger with a wonderful desire swept him, he ate the steamed bread. Miaomiao looked at him with her gills and put one in his palm in time.

He looked up along her fingers, saw her slender arms, water blue shangru, white neck, always saw the pair of apricot eyes with a smile, looking forward to him: "eat, there are still many."

Mu Sheng looks at her like this

Like this Many years ago, when they were beaten to death in the street for a bite of rice, those high-ranking officials were just like this kind charity.

If they knew that their ostentatious alms were feeding a mad dog, they would run away in horror and run into the warm sedan chair without looking back. There were people who asked for help and told them that they didn't need kindness to treat these people.

And endless fighting in the wind, frost, rain and snow, night and death, is his destination.

His fingers tightened, and the plum blossom on the steamed bread was unconsciously pinched and deformed by him.

"Oh, don't pinch!" Miaomiao grabs his wrist painfully. The strength is no different from that of a kitten scratching people. "If you are angry, please don't abuse food."

He let go of his hand and said, "no more."

Miaomiao hissed, but he was not aware of his mood change: "don't be reserved, Mr. mu. I can eat three at a time. You are a boy, but you can't eat me. How can you say that..."

“……”

Those specious images miraculously dissipated, and he vaguely felt that the official lady in front of him could not be included in the ranks of the girls in the memory.

Not gentle, not arrogant, not polite, is a freak.

Mu Sheng no longer care, caught her steamed bread, but also ate three at a time, feel the stomach take placidly, the whole person is comfortable.

Miaomiao watched, and felt a twinge of heartache: the three just casually said that the Black Lotus really can eat If I had known two newspapers, I would have saved one to come out and eat more.

Miaomiao patiently waited for him to finish eating and happily took out the ointment. A strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine diffused from her hands: "eat well, take the medicine?"

"Why do you need medicine?" Mu Sheng's face sank again.

"According to my family's rules, when I was a child, I had to take bitter medicine. My father gave me a sugar first. It's sweet at first, and it won't be so bitter later. " Ling Miaomiao looked at him with a smile, "why don't you come by yourself and I won't watch it?"

The Black Lotus turned her head and her eyes were dark: "no, it's not so sentimental."

Ling Miaomiao took a look at him, opened the lid of the ointment, and muttered as he prepared: "if you want to live longer and spend more time with sister mu, you have to cherish your life and treat yourself better. If you die first, won't you take advantage of others?"

Mu Sheng suddenly raised his eyes: "what do you say?"

Miaomiao raised his face, full of innocent smile: "nothing to say."

She hesitated, bowed her head and forgot the medicine in her hand. Then she muttered without end: "you have been so resistant, don't these medicines have any effect on the wound caused by the demon?"

“…… No, "he said Mu Sheng smashed the jar and wiped the blood on his hands. "It used to be sister who helped me heal."

All the injuries she knew were cured.

What she didn't find out, or what he didn't want her to find out, he carried it on his own and left it to fate.

"Since it works, let's hurry up. You look so bad... "

Is that right? His face was so bad, but sister didn't see it at all.

Ling Miaomiao opened the drawer in a hurry, found scissors and gauze in his package, and beat a copper basin of hot water.

"What are you doing..." Mu Sheng looked at her scurrying figure, laughing and crying, "I don't have children."

"Ah Isn't that so? " Ling Miaomiao was at a loss and stood awkwardly in the same place. He said in his heart, "junk TV series, it's wrong for children

"Come here." Mu Sheng raised his eyes, the black eyes from her face across, with a smile rather than a smile, "look at you like this, did not help people on medicine?"

"Yes There is no... " She felt guilty. After a pause, she felt confident again. She said, "I think I'm quite experienced. I've treated my duckling's leg. It had been bitten and lamed by a cat. I chased it every day and gave it medicine. I cured it. " There was a light in her eyes. "Am I good?"

“……” He gritted his teeth. "Give me the medicine."

"OK..." Ling Miaomiao was a little nervous to see him untie his clothes with one hand. "Do I need to avoid it?"

"Hum." He means unidentified smile, under a meal, "Miss Ling if you want to see, it doesn't matter to stay."

Mu Sheng unties his clothes, and his inner clothes slowly fade from his shoulders. Yu Guang glimpses a stiff shadow behind him.

She really stayed behind and watched.

OK, if you want to see it, you can see enough.

Taking off her clothes, Ling Miaomiao felt a thump in her heart.Mu Sheng is very white. His back is as white as his face. His skin is as white as jade. There are so many old whiplash marks on it that the blood hole penetrating his body is not so conspicuous.

“…… Don't be in a daze, Miss Ling. Pass me the scissors. " He turned his head slightly, the elegant and beautiful figure against the light, revealing a little light in his eyes.

Ling Miaomiao did it subconsciously.

"Wait a minute What do you want scissors for Ah

When she reacted, the sharp corner had already jumped out of her throat, and her eyes were covered with her hands subconsciously. Her heart beat desperately. Through her fingers, she saw Mu Sheng looking at her coldly, and her face was frighteningly white.

"Just wash it with water. Why..." Ling Miaomiao is about to collapse. Looking at the blood in the palm of Mu Sheng's hand and the scissors in the pool of blood, it's just like the scene of a homicide.

There is no anesthetic in this world. If you play like this, you won't die?

"If you don't clean up the places that have been injured by water ghosts, they will rot soon." Mu Sheng seemed to hear a joke. Her forehead was already covered with sweat, and she laughed scornfully. "Miss Ling looked at Piao Yong, and she didn't want to be more timid than a rabbit."

She saw that the murmur was bleeding like a stream, and there was a sweet and greasy smell floating in the air. Regardless of the derogation in his words, she grabbed the gauze, trembled and pressed her hands on his wound, and heard him snort.

"Press it yourself Miaomiao's hands trembled even more, and his back was soaked with cold sweat. "Hurry up, I'm afraid I'll hurt you."

Unexpectedly, his bloody hand rinsed in the basin, covered her hand with warm water, and pressed it tightly. This press is almost with masochistic malice, such pain, sarcastic words are squeezed out of the teeth: "you can force a little bit."

Ling Miaomiao stood still and looked quite calm. In fact, her scalp was numb for a moment.

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