Morning Star

Chapter 276 Just teasing you

Just when Chujiu was doubting his life and felt like he had lost all desire to live, the group of people in front of him all knelt on one knee towards Mo Xinglan and the other man, and even the Pterosaur Flying Cavalry lowered their heads.

Then they shouted in unison: "Welcome, Lord——"

The sound was so loud and powerful that it scared all the birds in the forest away, and there was even an echo.

Chujiu was standing behind Mo Xinglan and his ears were buzzing from the sound.

She shook her head and realized that such a big ceremony was made to welcome her star.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and the vigilance disappeared.

The red phoenix on Mo Xinglan's shoulder was also shaken by the shock, and it used its wings to quietly lift a strand of Mo Xinglan's hair and took a peek.

I was also stunned when I saw so many people.

Chujiu looked up at Mo Xinglan, wanting to see his reaction. But he had no expression on his face, and even a hint of displeasure in his eyes.

Come to think of it, with such a big fuss and such a chaotic atmosphere everywhere, anyone would say that the person who came up with this idea must have a blood clot in his brain.

"Xingxing, they are here to pick you up." Seeing that he didn't respond for a long time, she kindly reminded him.

This is good, they can get to the Demon Palace faster without having to walk, it’s safer, and Xingxing can also have a rest.

"It's not about picking me up, it's about us," he corrected by lowering his eyes.

Chujiu was stunned for a moment, then smiled and nodded: "Yeah."

She walked out from behind him, looked at the people kneeling in front of her, and whispered to him, "Xingxing, they have been kneeling for so long, aren't you going to ask them to stand up?"

In a situation like this, they probably wouldn't dare to get up unless their master told them to.

He lowered his eyes and glanced at her. She was quite considerate of them, so she let them kneel for a while longer.

So he leaned against the tree next to him and said to her in a naughty way: "Jiu'er, I'm hungry."

"Ah?" Chujiu was confused and wondered if he had heard it wrongly.

"I said I was hungry," he repeated.

She finally reacted and glanced at the people kneeling beside her, a little shocked: "No...you...this..."

Is this really a good idea? It's not a good idea, is it? Isn't he afraid of causing public outrage?

Seeing that she was still caring about others, Mo Xinglan suddenly became displeased, his face gradually became gloomy, but he stopped talking.

Noticing that he was angry, she quickly stepped forward to comfort him, while taking out food: "I was wrong, Xingxing, don't be angry."

She took out a dragon fruit as quickly as possible, held it in both hands, and held it in front of him like a treasure: "Eat it with all your strength."

The people standing by were still kneeling in the same place, no one dared to stand up without permission, or say a word of dissatisfaction, no one even spoke. Instead, they were still reflecting on themselves.

When did they offend the Lord? They made the Lord angry the first time they met him. Wouldn't it be even more difficult in the future? The temper of this new Lord is really hard to figure out!

Mo Xinglan lowered his eyes and glanced at the yellow dragon fruit in front of him: "Feed me."

"I..." She uttered a word and stopped abruptly, took a deep breath, forced a smile and said with gritted teeth, "Yes, my young master."

Then he took out a small knife, held the dragon fruit with his left hand and cut the fruit with his right hand.

She peeled off a piece, picked it up and handed it to his lips: "Sir, please have it."

He raised his eyebrows. This name was quite new.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the piece of fruit handed to him, hesitated for a moment, and took a bite.

He ate very slowly, as if he was deliberately slowing down, or as if that was his natural speed.

After finishing the one in his mouth, he took another bite of the remaining fruit that Chujiu passed to his lips. It was just a small piece of fruit, but he took three bites to finish it.

After finally finishing the meal, his eyebrows trembled slightly, and he crossed his arms over his chest, pretending to be relaxed, and tilted his head with a slight smile: "I don't want to eat anymore."

"..."

Chujiu's hand, which had been peeling half of the fruit, suddenly paused. He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes. He took a few deep breaths, but still felt he couldn't swallow the anger. He looked up and glared at him: "Are you kidding me?"

He curved his eyebrows and responded, saying softly, "Well, just teasing you."

"You!" If she hadn't considered that he was injured, she would have punched him.

But just when she was obviously very angry but couldn't do anything about him, her anger came to an abrupt end.

Seeing beads of sweat on his pale forehead, she suddenly remembered the last time she fed him snow fruit.

Finally I understood why he said he didn't want to eat anymore. I sighed helplessly, put away the knife and the dragon fruit, and went forward to support him.

The two looked at each other, but understood each other tacitly.

Mo Xinglan looked around at the people kneeling on the ground and smiled harmlessly: "Get up."

The ninth day of the lunar month: "..."

This guy definitely did it on purpose.

After getting permission, everyone stood up with trepidation.

The young man who looked to be in his twenties next to Wu Li walked to the leading pterosaur and pulled a rope connected to the bottom of the sedan chair.

Then a long ladder appeared from the curtain of the sedan chair, reaching the ground. At the same time, the curtain of the sedan chair opened automatically.

"My lord," he stood respectfully beside the ladder.

After seeing this commotion, Chujiu couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

I didn't expect that in a place like this, where there is an ancient and mysterious atmosphere everywhere, there would be such a small mechanism.

When he arrived at the long ladder and just as he was helping Mo Xinglan up one step, Mo Xinglan stopped beside him.

He raised his eyes and looked at him in confusion.

He raised his hand to push aside one side of his hair, and took out a bird with feathers that gradually changed from fiery red to golden yellow from his shoulder. It was Chi Feng.

"Master?" Chi Feng's eyes were filled with question marks.

Mo Xinglan put the Red Phoenix into the hands of the young man who was standing beside him and nodded without even looking at it.

He stepped onto the sedan chair, leaving behind Chi Feng, who gradually went from confused to aggrieved, and the young man who was secretly happy.

Chujiu turned around and smiled at Chifeng with a gloating look on his face.

Chi Feng: “…”

After Chujiu and Mo Xinglan entered the sedan chair, the young man pulled the rope again.

The long ladder was automatically retracted and the curtain was automatically lowered to block the objects inside the sedan chair.

As Chujiu supported Mo Xinglan in the Jiaoyan and walked to the soft couch, Mo Xinglan's body swayed, his feet softened and he fell to his knees. A trickle of blood dripped down his chin onto the floor.

"Xingxing!" Chujiu's heart tightened and he supported him and slowly knelt on the ground.

The young man who was about to leave outside noticed the worry and said, "My Lord..."

"...No problem." Mo Xinglan replied calmly while holding onto the soft couch, and paused for a moment while covering his lips, "Return to the palace."

"Yes." The young man's answer came from outside.

After a while, a group of more than twenty pterosaurs carrying the demon army flew into the sky.

After Chujiu took off Mo Xinglan's shoes, he sat on the couch and helped him lie down slowly with his head resting on his legs.

At this moment, she was wiping the blood from his mouth with a handkerchief, her eyes full of heartache and self-blame.

He was the one who had worked the hardest along the way.

When she and Chi Feng were injured, they had to rely on him for treatment. When they encountered monsters that they could not defeat even together, he was the one who took action to deal with them.

He looks relaxed on the surface, but he is actually on guard at all times.