Mo Lingqing screamed, pointing at the back of Ming Qiye who was about to leave, and accused him dissatisfied: "Ming Qiye, did you do this on purpose? You know that I am only a mortal and can't deal with them, but you still say such calm words.
Is it possible that I have made this friend in vain?"
"up to you!"
With that said, Ming Qiye had already taken a step forward. Xia Luoying shook her head at him, not wanting him to embarrass Mo Lingqing like this, but Ming Qiye just twitched the corner of his mouth.
Those little pawns in the demon world didn't know what was happening in front of them. They looked at each other and didn't know whether to attack or take the opportunity to escape.
There was a person lurking in the darkness, watching everything that happened in front of him. He was a little dissatisfied when he saw that things seemed to be ending without any trouble.
Picking up a small stone on the ground, he hit a certain pawn. The pawn's hand trembled, and the magic arrow in his hand was uncontrollably fired in the direction of Ming Qiye.
Even though Ming Qiye hid, he didn’t hide. It’s not that he didn’t know, but that he didn’t want to hide.
The magic arrow hit his arm, brushed against his arm, and landed on the door.
In an instant, his arm was bleeding profusely, leaving Xia Luoying stunned.
Ming Qiye didn't even cry out in pain, nor did he deal with the pawns, letting them run away one after another.
"People from the devil world will shoot cold arrows?"
Mo Lingqing looked at Ming Qiye's injuries, frowned, and said with some gloating.
Although the Demon Realm is not a good place, the people there are not willing to shoot cold arrows!
Mo Lingqing didn't understand why the pawn fired the cold arrow, but he also knew that he would be dealt with by his leader after he returned.
Ming Qiye did not answer Mo Lingqing's words. Xia Luoying did not want to be held by the injured man and struggled in his arms.
This struggle stretched Ming Qiye's wounds, but he had no intention of letting go.
"Do not move!"
He said softly to Xia Luoying that he was unwilling to let her go. Xia Luoying did not dare to move for fear of hurting his wound.
Xia Luoying looked at Ming Qiye who carried her into the room with misty eyes, and said with a choked voice: "Why are you getting hurt? You can obviously hide away."
She knew he could hide away, but he got himself hurt
Ming Qiye smiled nonchalantly, placed Xia Luoying on the bed, waved his hand to light the candle, and said: "If you are slightly injured, I can make an excuse for you to take care of me, and stay in my arms every day to accompany you.
"The King of Authors"
There is nothing wrong with being injured. This small injury is nothing to him.
And if he hid just now, he would be afraid of affecting her already weak body. He couldn't let her have any chance.
"Your Majesty, have you never heard of a saying: Does distance produce beauty? If we are stuck together every day, there is no guarantee that one day we will not get tired of it."
Seeing Ming Qiye who was not serious at all, Xia Luoying felt distressed and angry at the same time, and said deliberately mockingly
Ming Qiye listened, just chuckled, and said slowly: "I don't know what it means: distance produces beauty, I only know: you and me, deep love."
"Okay, okay, you two don't show off your affection. This miracle doctor has to rest for seven nights. Come here, and this miracle doctor will treat your wounds."
Mo Lingqing called Ming Qiye like a puppy. He was very dissatisfied with him.
Knowing that he is a loner, yet she still shows affection in front of him, which really stimulates him