Morning Star

Chapter 410: The First Day After the War

In the afternoon, Chujiu carried Mo Xinglan to the wheelchair as usual and pushed him out for a walk.

Occasionally, he would admire the flowers and trees on the side of the road in the Demon Palace, and occasionally go to the medicine garden to look at the spiritual medicine. When he came across something that Mo Xinglan needed, he would pick it and store it under his guidance.

After that, they stayed in the pharmacy. Mo Xinglan picked herbs and Chujiu helped.

Picking herbs is not a very energy-consuming task, but after a while, Mo Xinglan felt a little exhausted and fell asleep.

Chujiu put him in a wheelchair and put a piece of clothing on his legs. Then he went back to collect the herbs he had not yet picked, and put the herbs he had picked into boxes specially for herbal medicine. After he was done, he took him back to his bedroom.

She didn't feel annoyed at all on days like this; instead, she quite liked them.

Day after day, every day seems the same, yet different.

Mo Xinglan hadn't woken up yet that day, and Fang Hao came to tell Chujiu about the current fate of Mo Hengsong's family. Chujiu was afraid of disturbing Mo Xinglan's sleep, so he came to the side of the door and spoke.

Fang Hao reported the whole situation to Chujiu, except that he added some "serve" at the end.

Inside the room, Mo Xinglan woke up on the bed and looked around but didn't see Chujiu. This was the first time he woke up without her by his side.

While I was wondering, I heard the conversation outside the door and realized that Chujiu was outside.

He propped himself up on the bed and sat up. He glanced at the wheelchair beside him and for some reason he wanted to try to sit in the wheelchair by himself.

So he slowly moved to the bedside and sat on the edge of the bed. Just these actions made him break out in a cold sweat, and he leaned against the headboard to rest for a while, then slowly stood up while holding onto the wall at the head of the bed.

He frowned slightly, and despite the pain in his body, he still lifted his foot and took a step forward. He leaned against the wall to slow down, and then took the next step.

But as soon as his feet landed, his body could no longer support itself and slid down the wall. His long hair flowed down his back and spread on the ground.

He knelt on the ground against the wall, covering his lips and coughing violently.

Chujiu and Fang Hao, who had almost finished talking outside the door, heard the voice and immediately rushed into the house.

"Star!"

Chujiu shouted subconsciously and quickly came to the bed in the innermost room, only then did he see his current situation.

My heart skipped a beat, and I quickly squatted down and gently placed my trembling hands on his back to help him breathe.

Mo Xinglan coughed for a while before stopping and leaning against the wall to catch his breath. He was sweating profusely, with his hair sticking to his face.

"It's okay, don't worry." He glanced at her and gave her a reassuring look.

The hand that was pinching the sleeve and covering the lips still did not take it away.

After hearing this, both Chujiu and Fang Hao who followed in were still worried, because he didn't look like he was okay.

Chujiu ignored his words and reached out to hold his hand that was covering his lips and gently took it down.

When he saw the blood on his lips, his heart trembled, and he frowned and looked at the blood-stained sleeve. He said nothing, but took out a pill and put it in his mouth.

While he was eating, she used her sleeve to wipe the blood off his lips.

Then he looked him up and down and asked softly, "Did you fall anywhere?"

He pulled the corner of his lips: "I was holding on to the wall, so I didn't fall."

"Yeah." She bit her lower lip and replied softly, "Then shall I help you to the bed and rest for a while?"

"...Yeah." He looked at her for a while and then lowered his eyes to answer.

After getting his answer, Chujiu slowly lifted one of his hands above his head and carried it on his shoulder, and with the other hand he supported his body and slowly helped him stand up.

She led him step by step to the bed and sat on the edge of it, then helped him sit on the bed, and pulled the quilt over his legs.

The two of them didn't say a word during the whole process.

Mo Xinglan sat on the bed, then leaned against the headboard with his eyes lowered, his face expressionless and no one knew what he was thinking.

Chujiu let out a long sigh and then noticed someone standing next to him.

When she turned her head, she saw Fang Hao looking at Mo Xinglan worriedly, and after receiving her gaze, he looked back at her.

She gave him a faint smile, but she didn't look happy at all.

"It's okay, you...go do your thing."

"...Yes." Fang Hao looked at Mo Xinglan, hesitated for a moment, then nodded in response, then turned and left.

As soon as Fang Hao left, the smile on Chujiu's face fell. He sighed, sat on the edge of the bed, took off his shoes, climbed up and sat face to face with Mo Xinglan.

Seeing him with his head down, I felt so sad that my eyes couldn't help but become red.

Before the tears fell, she reached out her hands and gently held his face, lifted it slightly, moved closer to him and rested her forehead against his.

She rubbed him and said softly, "Xingxing, it's okay, it will be fine, just take your time. Think about it, you just woke up not long ago. You were injured so badly, it's good enough to be like this. Don't be sad, okay?"

His long eyelashes trembled, and he raised his hands to take her hands away.

Chujiu slowly moved his forehead away from him and looked at him in confusion.

He opened his lips, as if to say something but nothing came out, then he closed them again and a low reply came out of his throat.

After getting the answer, Chujiu was still worried. She bit the tender flesh on her lower lip and lowered her eyes to look at his hands on his legs.

He reached over and picked one up, rubbing it gently in his hand: "Xingxing, how about I take you for a walk every day from now on?"

Mo Xinglan was stunned for a moment, raised his eyes to look at her, then lowered his eyes: "Yeah."

Without continuing the topic, she lifted his hand and rubbed it on her face, looking at him with a smile: "Xingxing's hands are so beautiful."

There is no need to say anything more, she understands.

Mo Xinglan then smiled lightly, looking at her tenderly, and let her play with his hands.

Afterwards, Mo Xinglan asked Fang Hao what he had said to her. She hesitated for a moment and told him the situation.

He added that Fang Hao had used another method: "Later, those people got tired of playing with him, so Fang Hao ordered people to take Mo Mingjie to the torture room and continue to torture him, and then let Mo Hengsong and the others watch him three times every day."

She was very nervous when she said this and kept her head down.

At this point, she raised her eyes and glanced at him cautiously and continued, "I heard, I heard that Mo Mingjie is crazy, crazy, and Mo Hengsong and the other three seem to be a little abnormal in their minds as well."

Would he think she was cruel for letting people torture Mo Hengsong's family like this? But she felt that this was what they deserved.

In fact, if it were her old self, she would definitely think this was completely unscrupulous. But when she heard Fang Hao say this just now, she felt nothing in her heart.

Has she been assimilated into this world?

"Yeah." Mo Xinglan replied lightly.

"?" She was a little unresponsive.

He just said "hmm"?

She looked up at him uneasily: "Won't the stars think I'm, I'm, very cruel?"

"You are cruel?" Mo Xinglan was stunned for a moment, then smiled faintly, "Is that cruel?"

If he had not had enough time at that time, it would not have been as simple as just ordering Fang Hao to torture them.

He wanted them to pay for what they had done to him and his parents with the rest of their lives.

But since Jiuer had already punished them, he didn't think too much about it.

He died in just a few months, which was considered easy for them.

Chujiu's mouth twitched when he heard his words: "No, isn't it cruel?"

"They deserve it." He put his hand on her head and rubbed it.

"Oh."

Well, she was overthinking it.

She was relieved.

In the days that followed, just as Chujiu had said, I would help him walk every day.

At first, he would get tired after walking a few steps in the bedroom, but he insisted on walking a few more steps, so she had to let him do it. But this also reduced the time he was awake in a day.

After that, he would walk outside the bedroom, but he still got tired easily and he still liked to force himself to stay awake.

Every time Chujiu saw him faint, he was terrified.

During this period, his bone curse broke out again, and he was in a coma for two days before waking up.

The use of wheelchairs is becoming less and less frequent.

Gradually, Mo Xinglan was able to walk normally, and Chujiu no longer needed his wheelchair. She felt a little sorry for this.

Although Chujiu was always by Mo Xinglan's side when he woke up these days, he always felt that Chujiu was mysterious and was hiding something from him. When he asked her what she was doing, she would not tell him and would always try to change the subject.

He had tried to follow her secretly, but she disappeared as soon as he left the house. He knew without a second thought that she must have isolated herself with space.

Unfortunately, he couldn't use his internal cultivation now, otherwise he would have broken the spatial isolation for her in a few moves.

I also asked Shi Yuan and Fang Hao, but they both knew nothing about the question.

He felt like he had missed a lot while he was asleep.

When she was awake, no matter how you tried to trick her, she wouldn't fall for it at all.

These days Chujiu has been thinking about what gift to give Chu Furong.

He took a box and showed the contents to Mo Xinglan.

"Xingxing, what do you think of my gift?"

Mo Xinglan looked at the gift in the box with a complicated expression: "Don't worry, they won't dare to beat you to death with me here."

"..."

She pursed her lips and closed the lid angrily: "What do you know? This is called creativity."

Then he glared at him again and said, "You have long hair but little knowledge."

"..."

He snorted disapprovingly: "You asked it yourself. Any normal person would think the same as I do."

"That's why I said you have long hair but short knowledge."

"It's not that I'm short-sighted, it's that you have weird ideas."

"You are the weird one."

Mo Xinglan sneered, walked to the bed, took off his shoes, and lay down slowly, saying sleepily: "Believe it or not, don't blame me for not reminding you when the time comes."

"Hey you..."

"I'm tired, I'll sleep... for a while..."

He fell asleep before he could finish his words.

Today is Mid-Autumn Festival, the first festival after the war. Both Hualing and Demon Realm are bustling with activity.

There aren't many people on the streets during the day, but everyone comes out at night.

Thousands of lights, bright lights and feasting, it is extremely lively.