The moment she turned around, he noticed her bleeding arms; he noticed the tear she couldn't hold back and left in the air...
The moment she left, his body collapsed.
"Mojia!" Yan Xihua rushed to his side and asked anxiously, "Are you okay?"
His hair instantly turned silver under her gaze, and his eyes also exuded a mysterious color, as red as blood. Holding his trembling body, Yan Xihua was so anxious that she burst into tears, knowing that he needed to use it.
It took a huge amount of willpower to hold on for just ten seconds. Her heart ached even more, "I'm going to find someone for help!"
Just as she was about to leave, Mojia grabbed her. Although her whole body was exhausted, the hand holding her was extremely strong.
Suppressing the pain in his body, he shook his head.
"Why?" Yan Xihua fell to the ground and looked at him sadly, "Why not follow her..."
She was about to blurt out the words, but stopped.
Mojia's eyes were slightly closed and trembling, "Grandpa cannot be known about this matter."
Yan Xihua bit her lip, "You want to save her, right?"
For a whole afternoon, he would rather stay with her and endure the pain alone than go to that woman!
He tried hard to calm his disordered breathing, but his eyes became a bit blurry and erratic, "She lived so passionately... What qualifications do I have... to take away her life..."
"But, if she hadn't swallowed the rune beads back then, how could you have endured so many years of pain in vain? If you can't bear to hurt her, then who will be responsible for you?" Yan Xihua almost lost control, for such a substitution
Su Huan fantasizes about Mo Jia.
Mojia slowly closed his eyes, his lips trembling slightly.
"Mojia, how are you?" Yan Xihua looked at him nervously, her eyes widened.
He gently held her hand, and his silver hair bloomed beautifully on his body. His voice was very soft, "Promise me not to tell others... I will get through it tonight."
Tears filled her vision.
Yan Xihua took a deep breath and nodded, "I know."
Although she had really humiliated Su Huanhuan just now, Mo Jia's "no" just shattered all her self-confidence.
Mo Jia was not a religious man. She had seen with her own eyes that he had taken dozens of lives with his bare hands in the blink of an eye. It was like a picture of Shura Purgatory, alive and bloody, and he did not even frown.
Kindness has never been his motto.
But he pities her.
Pity, that woman named Su Huanhuan...
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Huanhuan returned to the room alone, and the wound opened by Yan Xihua was bleeding. It hurt, but it was not as painful as she felt now.
"Huanhuan..."
A fiery red shadow quietly approached and sat next to her. Seeing her bleeding wound, he frowned, gently raised his paw, and stroked it back and forth, and the bleeding miraculously stopped.
But at this time, Huanhuan couldn't feel it at all. It was painful or not painful.
"Okay!" Chifeng was very proud, but when he raised his eyes, his face dropped again, "Huanhuan, you are crying~"
Huanhuan lowered his head, tears falling down.
Her chest was so congested that all her emotions seemed to be trapped there, making her unable to breathe.
"Huan Huan, be good, don't cry, don't cry~" Chi Feng flew up and clumsily wiped her tears with his little paws, "If someone bullies you, Chi Feng will teach him a lesson for you!"
Huanhuan cried harder, twitched and shook her head.
Chifeng didn't know how to comfort people, especially girls, so he could only sit opposite her holding tissue boxes, handing them over one by one, and said in frustration, "Huanhuan, don't cry. Chifeng will listen to you from now on, and won't
Cause trouble again!"
Chifeng sadly discovered that it was afraid of seeing the child's tears.
Huanhuan just shook his head and said nothing.
She couldn't tell a mythical beast that she was hurt, and very hurt. Even though she knew it was destined to end without a cure, she still couldn't help but want to fly a moth into the flame.
After crying enough, she fell on the bed and closed her eyes in a daze.
Chifeng sat opposite her, staring at her with a pair of big round eyes. After making sure she fell asleep, he flew up, grabbed the quilt with his little paws, and covered her up.
He flew into the air and glanced at her. The two little horns on his head drooped listlessly, "Hey, Chi Feng doesn't want anything to happen to Mo Jia, nor does he want anything to happen to you! But, what should we do?"
It hovered in the room distressedly for a long time, but could not come up with a solution. Its belly was bulging from holding it in, and its golden luster gradually became stronger. Finally, it decided to go outside to release the excess fire...
Huanhuan had nightmares all night long, including Zi Yin who was chasing her with a knife, Yan Xihua who had been ridiculing her, and finally, Mo Jiasheng's cold and heartless face...
She opened her eyes suddenly and sweat broke out all over her body.
The moment she opened her eyes, she froze and stared blankly at the man sitting beside the bed.
Mojia's face returned to normal. Her long black hair was scattered around her head casually and unruly. She was holding a bandage in her hand and was re-bandaging her wound.
Sitting in the morning light, he is really beautiful and immortal.
Huanhuan blinked her eyes and told herself that she was still dreaming, so she simply closed her eyes and continued to sleep.
Mojia was so cruel to her yesterday, how could he bandage his wounds?
Therefore, dreaming must be dreaming.
"Where did this injury come from?"
His low voice of questioning woke her up.
Huanhuan's eyes suddenly widened and she stared at him in disbelief, "You...how did you..."
Mo Jia raised his eyes, his black pupils were full of confusion and confusion, and there was a hint of fatigue in his eyes.
"Let me ask you, where did this injury come from?"
At first glance, it was a stab wound, and it was very deep.
After confirming that it was really not a dream, Huanhuan looked away with complicated eyes, pursed her lips, and refused to say anything for a long time.
What is this? After she confirmed her identity, he began to give her endless reverie. Does he have to be happy when she is injured beyond repair and unable to breathe?
Mojia just looked at her deeply, stood up and left the room.
Hearing the sound of the door, Huan Huan turned around, bit her lip, and buried her face deeply into the pillow.
The pain he caused last night was too clear. It was time for her to wake up. While she lost the most precious thing, she still needed to keep her heart. At least, she would not be completely lost.