Chapter 438

Overhead, there was a burst of laughter from the ladies.

"Oh, the enchantress can't even walk!"

"Why don't you throw her to death?"

"It is..."

Mo Qingge just got up from the ground and was kicked to the ground by the maid

"Go to hell, don't harm your majesty again!"

At this time, the Xuanwen Bracelet flashed a golden light.

Xuanli is angry and wants to help her solve these problems.

Aware of the fluctuation of the breath of the artifact, Mo Qingge whispered: "Xuanli, don't!"

Words fall, she will Xuan from the breath of strong pressure down.

The maids swore a few more words. Seeing that she was like a log and didn't know how to reply, they felt bored and then dispersed.

Mo Qingge slowly got up from the ground, his arm was cut by the debris, several scars, and he was still bleeding.

Xuanli came out of the artifact and held her bloody hand painfully: "master, they bullied you like this. Why don't you let Xuanli teach them?"

Mo Qingge shook his head and said, "they are Uncle Huang's people. They are all just for uncle Huang's sake. I shouldn't care about them."

"But you can't hurt yourself like this." Xuanli frowned slightly, "Xuanli will be distressed."

She did not speak, Xuanli then took out a handkerchief from the cuff, carefully bandaged her arm wounds.

"Master can bear it, Xuanli can't bear it." He slightly sighed a breath, sullen very, "if let Xuanli see again, they dare to bully you like this, you are not polite!"

He doesn't care who those people are for. If they dare to hurt his master, they will die.

Ink song hook lip helpless smile, got up and said: "soup spilled, I go to fry a bowl."

Xuanli looks at her back, and some loneliness and worry appear in her eyes.

The master has always been unable to tolerate sand in his eyes. For the sake of the demon emperor, he can be so calm today.

Why should she?

……

"Cough..."

In the inner hall, there was a strong cough. The medicine was mixed with blood, and he vomited it out.

"Younger martial brother." Qing night put down the medicine bowl in the hand, patted him on the back, face dew worry.

It's already the third bowl.

Why can't you swallow it?

If we go on like this, we will not only be unable to drink the healing medicine, but also vomit all the blood.

Gu mianmo was lying on the bed, his consciousness was still confused, and he didn't know what had happened.

"I'll do it." Suddenly, outside the door came a faint voice, calm.

Qing night raises Mou, cold glanced at her one eye: "Mo Qingge, how have you not gone?"

Didn't they all let her go?

Mo Qingge did not answer his words, lotus step gently moved, close to the bed, carefully picked up the people on the bed, holding the soup, sitting beside the bed.

"Mo Qingge, you..."

Qing Ye is about to get angry, but he sees that his younger martial brother has fed her all the herbs in her mouth and swallowed them.

All of a sudden, he was surprised.

It's not right.

It's all human beings. Why does his younger martial brother refuse to drink the soup when he dies? As soon as this girl feeds her, he drinks it obediently.

It's unreasonable!

But sighed one breath, the Qing night immediately felt that the superfluous person in this room, seemed to be him.

only!

So, Qing night no longer continues to ask for no interest, quietly left the inner hall.

Mo Qingge sat by the bed, holding the spoon lightly, and fed him the medicine.

Although he swallowed the medicine, he looked a little reluctant, vaguely, as if he had been forced to swallow it.

After feeding, Mo Qingge kept watching beside the bed until it was dark. She was too sleepy to sleep by the bed.

The next morning.

Mo Qingge wakes up slowly. When he opens his eyes, he sees that his phalanx moves slightly, as if recovering some consciousness.

"Uncle Huang, are you awake?" She was a little excited.

Gu Mian Mo was conscious a lot, but it was still hard to move. He could not hear the woman's voice, but he clearly felt a familiar breath around him.

Previously, although he had perception, he was always in a muddle and thought it was a dream.

This time, it seems to be true.

Is it a song?

"Uncle Huang."

Mo Qingge holds his cold finger bone.

Who knows, the next second, as a touch of electricity, he reflexively retracted his hand, as if to avoid.

"Uncle Huang..."

Mo Qingge's heart "clattered" for a while, reaching out to hold him, but his body slightly dodged, some resistance.

He's resisting her.

In an instant, Mo Qingge's eyes were full of tears. He hugged his body anxiously and didn't want to let go.

Knowing that he couldn't hear her, she said with Xuanli: "Uncle Huang, Ge'er knows it's wrong. Ge'er really knows it's wrong. You give her a chance to make up for it. Don't push me away, OK?"

Her tone, with a little supplication.

The next second, Gu Mian Mo didn't resist any more and became calm.

"It's Ge Er who is wrong. You can punish her as much as you want. Don't push me away or ignore me."

Women's warmth, through the skin, into the heart.

His heart suddenly softened a lot.

Thin lips gently open, deep voice, some uneasy:

"Do you still blame uncle Huang?"

At this time, he was worried that the singer was still blaming him.

"No, Ge'er will never blame you again!" She blurted out, very determined.

Indifferent words, but let his eyes a sour.

It turned out that his songs didn't hate him or ignore him.

It turned out that what he wanted was just such a simple sentence.

As long as the singer doesn't blame him, as long as the singer is not angry with him, he will be satisfied.

Mo Qingge raised his eyes and saw the white silk covered in his eyes, which was soaked in blood and tears, mixed with blood and tears, rolling down.

He cried.

Mo Qingge immediately flustered God, small hand slightly some tremble, gently wiped his blood and tears, heart like a knife.

Just dry, and continue to pour out blood and tears, can not stop.

"Geer is wrong, Geer is really wrong." See his tears, Mo Qingge scared to admit his mistake, "Uncle Huang, don't cry, or you hit me, Ge'er hit you."

If he cries again, she will really kneel down.

She holds Gu Mian Mo's finger bone. The next second, he gently pulls her into her arms and says nothing.

The temperature flowing into the bottom of my heart, really.

Mo Qingge leaned on his shoulder and hugged him. I wish time would stop at this moment.

That's good.

"Don't hide everything in your heart." He opened his lips.

"Good."

"No more angry words."

"Good."

"Don't leave me again."

"... good."

Although she only answered one word, she was very heavy.

Tears, down the corner of her eyes, she lifted her eyes and took the initiative to kiss his lips, a burst of warm, as if time is still.

The dense and warm atmosphere filled the whole inner hall and couldn't be dispersed for a long time.