The little guy shook his head and muttered, "Gungun told me that mother has a son named Xiao Mo. This little fox is also called Xiao Mo, and I just heard him call mother..."
What he said was a bit confusing.
Jun Wuchen paused for a moment, and his eyes slowly sank, "Really?"
His voice was low and deep, as calm as the surface of the sea, but it also contained a hint of bottomless danger.
"Does dad really have a way to save him? He's not lying to his mother, right?"
The little guy didn't notice that his father was in a different mood. He had a worried expression on his face and held his sleeves with his little hands, "If Xiao Mo can't be saved, my mother will definitely be very sad..."
Before he finished speaking, Yun Luo hurried back, holding a small jade bowl in his hand.
"Jun Wuchen, is this okay?"
Yun Luo showed the jade bowl to him.
Jun Wuchen suddenly raised his eyes and glanced at her with unclear meaning.
That kind of look is almost impossible to describe in words. It seems to be vaguely angry, but also seems to be filled with deep joy and complexity.
But in the end, these emotions were forcibly suppressed and turned into an obscure darkness like thick ink.
The dim light is so frightening!
Yun Luo couldn't help but hesitated for a moment, but his expression was blank: "What's wrong?"
"It's okay."
Jun Wuchen took the jade bowl from her hand and said with no expression on his face: "This is enough."
Yun Luo let go of half of his heart, but the other half was still hanging in the air.
She didn't have time to think too much about Jun Wuchen's strange behavior and asked directly: "What should we do?"
Jun Wuchen didn't say much, put the jade bowl on the bedside table, stretched out a hand, and touched his wrist!
At that moment, it was as if a sharp blade had been drawn out of its sheath.
A flash of cold light.
The smell of blood suddenly became stronger, and gurgling blood flowed into the bowl along the narrow wound between his wrists.
"Tick-tick-tick..." The blood beads connected together, and soon a small bowl was flowing out.
Yun Luo opened his eyes wide in shock, forgetting to react for a moment.
What is he doing?
Bloodletting?
When she came to her senses, the small bowl was filled with blood.
Jun Wuchen's originally rosy lips turned pale at a speed that was almost visible to the naked eye, and cold sweat slid down his temples to his chin.
"What are you doing?" Yun Luo finally reacted, stepped forward quickly, and grabbed his wrist.
Jun Wuchen raised his eyes and looked at her with deep eyes, "Don't you want to save him?"
"Are you trying to save me? You are looking for death!" Yun Luo was furious for a moment.
She looked down at the wound on his wrist and found that the cut was very deep and had damaged a major artery.
This amount of blood loss can kill people, are you crazy?
Yun Luo gritted his teeth and clasped his hand tightly above the wound to stop the bleeding. At the same time, he hurriedly took out cloth strips and medicinal powder and poured them onto his wound.
The medicinal powder is made from ground elixirs and has a very good hemostatic effect on trauma.
As soon as it was sprinkled on, the deep and long wound shrank visibly, and the bleeding gradually stopped.
Yun Luo's movements were skillful and fast.
First use medicated powder to stop the bleeding, then apply ointment, wrap it with a clean cloth, and you're done.
When the wound was bandaged, she exhaled and realized that her back was almost soaked in cold sweat.
Jun Wuchen remained silent from beginning to end, staring at her with his dark purple eyes. Seeing her undisguised anxious expression, the cold emotion deep in his eyes, like thick ink, gradually faded away.