The screen was removed, and Mo Siyu stood in front of Chu Chuyan after grooming, and stretched out his slender hand towards him, exposing the back of the hand that was stained with three black scars in front of him.

Mo Siyu said: "The wound has turned black, but I didn't notice any signs of poisoning at all. I don't know if it's because my medical skills are limited, or the poison is too severe."

Those fingers were like sliced ​​onions, white and flawless, slender and soft, whiter and more delicate than a woman's hands, it would not be an exaggeration to describe them as slender hands.

The three scratched black scars on the back of the hand are more and more obtrusive.

Chu Chuyan put away the charming wild thoughts in his heart, and held Mo Siyu's fingertips: "The black wound is clearly a sign of poisoning.

In any case, you still need to take some antidote pills, in case something happens, it will be bad. "

Then, he strode over, picked up the medicine bag on the ground, took out the antidote pills from it, poured out two pills from it, and handed it to Mo Siyu: "Eat it, whether it is poisonous or not, eat it Also feel at ease.

If it is poisonous, it can save your life. If it is not poisonous, the blackness will probably disappear after the scar disappears. "

Mo Siyu stared at the antidote pill in his palm for a while, a little dazed, not knowing what to write.

Seeing her in a daze, Chu Chuyan pinched the antidote pill with his fingertips and fed it to Mo Siyu's lips, "I remember you were in a coma before I was in a coma, when the old witch was about to do something to me , you saved me.

I thought, you deliberately fell on the table, but you were actually pretending, just to confuse the old witch, right? "

Mo Siyu opened his mouth and took two pills into his mouth. The tip of his soft tongue accidentally swept over his fingertips, rolled the pills deep into his throat, and swallowed them.

Chu Chuyan's fingers retracted as if they had been electrocuted, and he clenched his fist and hid behind his back.

His finger that was scratched by the tip of his tongue felt a little hot as if pricked by a silver needle.

Mo Siyu suddenly didn't notice it, picked up the warm water on the table and took a sip, "As soon as I stepped into the house, I could smell the smoke from the stove inside. Medicine, but the body is fine.

But this old witch can't let us go easily, she has a problem with your eyes, so I thought, it's not a problem to be exhausted all the time, why don't you pass out and see what she wants to do.

I didn't expect that she wanted to provoke the little girl after peeling off your face..."

Chu Chuyan took a step forward, glanced at her chest, and questioned, "Is Brother Yu really not injured?"

"No." Mo Siyu turned his head to look at him: "Where's your cousin's body? Where is it? I'll go and see."

"Let Chief Wen take you there." Chu Chuyan carried the tub outside the cabin and helped pour out Mo Siyu's bath water.

Back in the cabin, Mo Siyu was smearing ointment on the back of his hand, but he disappeared and began to undress.

Mo Siyu: "It's fine, why are you taking off your clothes?"

"Bath, I originally wanted to do the same thing as them, grab some river water and rinse, but you said that I am not in good health. Before the toxins in the body are cleaned, it is best to soak in warm water, so I had to take a bath here. "Chu Chuyan put his coat on the screen, and said very considerately: "I don't pay as much attention to privacy as Brother Yu, so I won't mind."

Mo Siyu: "..."