In the wheelchair, Mo Jingyu sat expressionless, with a bloody scar on the side of his handsome face.
His light-colored pupils should have been sparkling and bright, but at this moment, they seemed to be haunted by a fierce ghost, with a sinister air that was daunting.
Today he was dressed in black brocade clothes, with a cold and solemn aura, and the bleeding wounds on his face, he looked like Yama crawling out of the endless hell.
At this moment, Chu Qingwan suddenly understood why the outside world said that he was cruel, bloodthirsty, ruthless and vicious.
As he was now, anyone who saw him would shout "What the hell!" and run away. Even though she claimed to have seen the world, she couldn't help but feel a little weak in the legs.
Chu Qingwan swallowed a mouthful of air in vain, mustered up the courage to stand up and walked over: "What happened? If you are injured, don't you know how to wipe off the blood and apply medicine."
Mo Jingyu raised his eyes and stared at her.
In an instant, Chu Qingwan felt that the tendons in his calves were all twisted together, and his whole body seemed to be tightly shackled by a hungry beast, unable to move an inch.
Mo Jingyu asked her: "Are you afraid?"
Chu Qingwan met his gaze, a little pitifully: "To be honest, I want to run, but I can't."
Mo Jingyu was stunned for a moment, then suddenly raised his head and laughed as if he heard some joke.
After a long time, he stopped and said, seemingly satisfied: "It's good to be afraid. They're all afraid of me. There's nothing better."
Chu Qingwan couldn't figure out why he was like this, but the pressure accumulated on her body dissipated a little, so she took over the responsibility of pushing the wheelchair from Lin Yu and pushed him in: "Your Majesty, let me help you deal with it first.
Wound."
Mo Jingyu closed his eyes and said nothing.
Chu Qingwan lowered her eyes to look at him and frowned slowly.
Compared to just now, Mo Jing's current scene was eerily quiet, and there was a dead silence that filled the whole body, making people extremely uncomfortable.
Chu Qingwan couldn't help but wonder: What on earth did Marquis Shoukang say to him?
Mo Jingyu could feel her eyes falling on him, but there was no reaction.
He closed his eyes, suppressing the more crazy horror in the darkness, and allowed her to wipe the blood on his face with a handkerchief.
Suddenly, his hand was touched, and then a soft little hand opened his clenched fist and placed a candy in his palm.
Mo Jingyu opened his eyes suddenly and met Tiantian's distressed eyes.
The little girl said in a sweet voice, "Give uncle some sweets. Don't be sad."
Mo Jingyu seemed to be unfamiliar with this word: "Sad?"
Tiantian wanted to touch his head, but she couldn't reach it even though she stood on tiptoes, so she had to pat his hand: "Uncle just laughed so sadly. Don't be afraid. Tiantian and my brothers are with you."
Yuanyuan also came over: "Uncle, when I grow up I can protect you, don't be afraid."
Tuan Tuan said little and just looked at him, his round black eyes filled with worry and comfort, without pity or fear.
Mo Jingyu stayed on the spot, his throat was blocked and he couldn't say a word.
Do these little guys know what they are talking about? How can they tell that he is sad and scared?
Mo Jingyu asked this question in his heart, but it was difficult to deny the soreness coming from the softest part.
He was not good at dealing with such situations, and his tongue, which was as bright as a lotus flower, seemed to be knotted.
He tightened his lips and turned away, but Chu Qingwan held his chin with one hand and turned him back: "Don't move, it's not good."
She didn't let go, holding him in place with one hand, applying the medicine carefully with the other, and placed her porcelain-white jade face in front of his eyes.
Mo Jingyu was originally full of killing, and he was so impulsive that he wanted to commit some crime to vent his anger, but at this moment, he turned into another kind of indescribable depression.
He thought that she was too close and her breath was entangled in his. It was too dangerous and he had to move away.
He thought again that she was too bold to pinch his chin like this, and he had to teach her a lesson.
Mo Jingyu remained silent in this entanglement, and unknowingly froze into a sculpture.