While Mo Qing was still stunned, Song Yiyuan came over like a storm, picked up her wrist, and looked at the bandage soaked in blood, his handsome face wrinkled into a bun.
"I told you not to take it seriously. Now it's better. Has it gotten worse? If your situation gets better in a day, I'll chop my head off for you -"
"Shut up."
Mo Qing said unbearably.
She stared at Song Yiyuan: "You are the only one who talks a lot."
"you--"
Song Yiyuan bared his teeth.
Mo Qing raised an eyebrow: "Take out the black bottle and I'll handle it myself."
"What a crappy treatment you have." Song Yiyuan untied the bloody bandage, "With your rough treatment methods, I still don't mind being my assistant. Burns are not a trivial matter..."
Abu stood in the night, stretching out his long paws in front of Song Yiyuan's eyes.
Her tone was a little cold.
It burned for a full minute.
The moment it was touched by the flames, the monster let out a heart-rending scream, like the roar of a wild beast, which sent chills down the spine.
Song Yiyuan murmured to himself: "Where is the white blood? I must have gotten it from some tree."
As night fell, Song Yiyuan dragged his tired body back, looking at the white mist that was gradually rising again, he began to question himself inexplicably - had Mo Qing really appeared?
Meeting Mo Qing this morning, could it be an illusion?
Mo Qing directly used fire to burn the skin of the monster's elbow.
On the one hand, Song Yiyuan was worried about the burn on Mo Qing's left hand, but on the other hand, he felt that Mo Qing's move was wrong and was in a dilemma. At this time, Mo Qing slapped him on the shoulder and forced him to take a few steps back.
I didn't meet any monsters either.
"ah."
He rubbed his face vigorously, poured himself a few more pills, stuffed them into his mouth, and swallowed them dry.
He sped up his movements and carefully tied the bandage.
Mo Qing heard the sound and his hands trembled.
Song Yiyuan was frightened at the moment and shouted: "What are you doing?!"
"Fake, fake."
Song Yiyuan couldn't help feeling nauseated.
Song Yi knew that there was nothing he could do, but he couldn't bear to see the monster behave like this, so he gritted his teeth and simply turned a blind eye and entered the house angrily.
Song Yiyuan was anxious and annoyed, so he said "Watch your hands" and quickly attacked Mo Qing's right hand, but how could he defeat Mo Qing? Mo Qing grabbed his wrist with his left hand and grabbed it.
screw.
Under severe pain, Song Yiyuan's movements were limited.
However, upon arriving at the kitchen, it was empty. Not only was there no Mo Qing, but even the monster was gone.
Song Yiyuan was stunned for a moment, then said: "Right away."
Then, he slowly stretched out his hand, and his thin and slender fingers seemed to be holding something.
Did all of that never happen?
Speaking of which, did he take any medicine when it was foggy last night?
Data records that this fog can cause hallucinations. After Song Yiyuan's thoughts were associated with "hallucinations", he was out of control. The more he thought about it, the more likely it was, and the more he thought about it, the more terrifying he became.
"ah."
"You scared me."
The flame of a lighter is very small and can burn a piece of skin, but it is still very lethal. After a short time, the smell of burnt skin can be heard.
Song Yiyuan coughed twice to make sure he had swallowed all the medicine. He slowly exhaled and wanted to enter the house, but when he raised his eyes, he saw a tall figure suddenly appearing in front of him.
Waves of screams could be heard.
Song Yiyuan was afraid that she would be in pain, so he kept saying "bear with it", but when he was about to bandage it again, he realized that she was silent and couldn't help but look up at her.
"Mo Qing!"
Song Yiyuan took a breath.
She directly raised her newly bandaged left hand and blocked Song Yiyuan's hand from bottom to top.
At that moment, Song Yiyuan felt that his Tianling Cap was blown away by the cold.
…
The flames continued to burn the monster's skin.
Regardless of the potential danger in the village, Song Yiyuan spent an afternoon searching the entire village.
"ah."
Song Yiyuan frowned: "What is the difference between what you are doing and Liu Jue who used you for experiments?"
Song Yiyuan was stunned.
After a slight pause, Mo Qing said indifferently: "Don't worry about what I do."
Song Yiyuan's eyelids twitched.
He ran out of the kitchen and looked around in a panic. The fog had cleared, and the bright sunshine enveloped the village, but it brought out an unspeakable feeling of loneliness and depression. Where could he see any figure?
Recognizing the other party's identity, Song Yiyuan breathed a sigh of relief and felt that the coagulated blood in his body began to flow again.
!
Song Yiyuan kept talking.
"Mo Qing!"
Song Yiyuan didn't know why. It wasn't until he saw Mo Qing walking up to the monster and pressing the lighter that he suddenly realized something and quickly stood up and walked towards Mo Qing.
Mo Qing's voice was slightly cold: "Don't make trouble."
"Ouch-ouch——"
Her hand holding the lighter didn't move at all.
!
"Are you ready?"
Seeing Mo Qing behaving like this, Song Yiyuan was so anxious that he raised his palm and slapped Mo Qing's wrist holding the lighter.
Abu stretched his hand forward again.
She stood for a quarter of an hour.
shocking.
Mo Qing was still looking in the direction of the monster, but he was talking to Song Yiyuan.
The monster in front made a hoarse sound from its throat.
Mo Qing didn't look at him.
She absent-mindedly stared at the monster in a daze.
Song Yiyuan took a closer look and found that what it was holding was actually some dry food—two cans and a box of self-heating rice.
But it's too late.
As soon as it was done, Mo Qing stood up and walked towards the monster.
Song Yiyuan shouted impatiently.
She took out a lighter.
The monster's burned skin never recovered.
But Mo Qing didn't dodge or dodge.
But now, these cans and rice packages are covered with uncoagulated blood.
It wasn't until the voices outside calmed down that he thought about what to say to persuade Mo Qing, and then walked out full of troubling thoughts.
Song Yiyuan was very angry. When he stepped forward, he felt severe pain in his shoulder. He couldn't help but raise his hand to help him.
He didn't find Mo Qing.
But in the bottle he took out, a small glass bottle suddenly appeared - inside were those few drops of white blood.
Mo Qing blinked his eyes and exhaled very softly.
Song Yiyuan calmed down and then carefully identified the monster in front of him: "Abu!"
*
Song Yiyuan has been staying in the house feeling angry.
Seeing the small piece of burned skin of the monster, Mo Qing finally put away the lighter, then stood quietly aside, looking at the violently struggling monster, without any emotion in his eyes.
But she still didn't put out the lighter, ignored the monster's screams, and didn't respond to Song Yiyuan's words.
She glanced at the monster that gradually became quieter, and then at her left hand, her expression adding some complicated meaning that was difficult to discern.
That's the brand Xiao Yuqun and the others carry.
Mo Qing was really tired of hearing this, so she found a small bench to sit on, and handed her hands over to him.
When he walked near the house, Song Yiyuan suddenly thought of something and quickly took out Mo Qing's anti-fog medicine.
"you!"
Almost choked.
He seemed to know that there was no food at home and hoped that Song Yiyuan could accept it.
Song Yiyuan stood quietly, motionless.
He looked at the blood-stained packaging, thinking about how Abu obtained it, and thinking about Mo Qing's decisiveness when he attacked the monster, and he felt an unspeakable chill in his heart.
He had never hoped so desperately that it was all an illusion.
