Morning Star

Chapter 169 That’s… like?

Even though it was so painful, he didn't make a sound, just like when he was injured before.

At this time, she should remain silent so as not to distract him.

Since I had just gone through it once, it was much faster to go back than the first time. It didn't take much time to get back to the beginning of the level.

Mo Xinglan carefully put her down. But before he could help her stand, his chest felt tight, and then his head was spinning. He subconsciously raised his right hand and covered his lips with his wide sleeve.

His body staggered involuntarily, but fortunately Chujiu, who was standing next to him, supported him in time, preventing him from falling to the ground.

Seeing him like this, Chujiu regretted agreeing to participate in this challenge.

She didn't know any medical skills, so she didn't know what condition he was in. Seeing him covering his lips with his sleeve, she knew he was vomiting blood again.

I was upset that there was nothing I could do to ease his pain.

The more I thought about it, the more useless I felt, and the angrier I became.

She was a person who could not hide her emotions, and now her anger was almost written on her face.

Mo Xinglan, who was closest to her, could tell at a glance that she was angry. He endured the pain and forced a smile, muttering, "It's okay. I'll be fine after a rest. Really."

She lowered her head and bit her lower lip in annoyance: "...I wish it was just as you said."

"..."

The two people here had returned to their original place for a while before the challenger on the other side picked up his partner.

Time passed slowly, and a quarter of an hour passed quickly. Unfortunately, the other challenger did not bring his partner back to the original place within the specified time, so he was eliminated.

The final winners were Mo Xinglan and Chujiu.

Amid the applause of the audience, the boss handed the prize to Chujiu with a business-like smile: "Congratulations to you two for succeeding in the challenge. Here is the prize."

Chujiu took the prize with a smile.

When the other two pairs of challengers present learned that Mo Xinglan participated in the challenge with an injury, they felt inferior and said that the young people are really formidable.

After Chujiu said a few polite words to them, he helped Mo Xinglan leave the challenge venue.

After coming out, Chujiu discovered that there was a lawn not far from the challenge venue. There were several big trees growing on the lawn, and judging from their arrangement, they should be artificial.

The most important thing is that there is a long stone bench at regular intervals on the lawn.

Chujiu wiped the dust off the stone bench, then helped Mo Xinglan sit on the bench, and then sat beside him.

Looking around, they found that there was no one else on the lawn except the two of them, which showed that this place was very remote.

A remote place with few people always gives people a very gloomy feeling. However, she didn't feel scared when Mo Xinglan was around, but for safety reasons, she planned to leave after Mo Xinglan rested for a while.

Thinking of this, he looked around and said, "This place is so remote, let's take a rest for a while..."

Before she could finish her words, she suddenly felt a weight on her right shoulder. She was so scared that she immediately shut her mouth and turned her head to look at Mo Xinglan beside her.

"What, what's wrong?" Looking at Mo Xinglan who rested his head on his shoulder, his heart skipped a beat and he spoke stutteringly.

Mo Xinglan tightened his left hand that was covering the wound, frowned slightly, closed his eyes, and said softly, "Let me lean on you for a while."

"Ohhh, fuck, fuck it."

After answering, Chujiu looked away in a panic.

It's so strange, why is she panicking? It's not the first time she's been so close to the black-hearted demon, isn't she always close to him? When he was just injured, she was hugging him directly, but she didn't do this. Why on earth?

As I thought about it, my eyes subconsciously looked at him.

The weather was obviously not very hot, and it was even a little cold, but his forehead was covered with sweat.

She knew that he was hurt.

Seeing him leaning on her shoulder like this, she was afraid that he might fall down, so she stretched out her right hand and carefully held his waist.

"..."

Feeling the warmth from the little hand on his waist, Mo Xinglan slowly opened his eyes and looked at her.

At this moment, Chujiu was also looking at him.

There was no emotion to be seen in his dark eyes, but if one kept looking at them, one would feel as if one would be deeply trapped in them.

Realizing that she was staring at him again, she quickly turned her head away: "I'm afraid, I'm afraid you'll fall. I'll help you, help you."

After saying that, she glanced at him and murmured, "Don't, don't do this, look at me."

"Don't you like me looking at you?" Mo Xinglan didn't listen to her, but continued to look at her and asked.

"No...not really." Chujiu glanced at him again.

How come this guy doesn't understand what I'm saying? I told him not to look at her like that, but he didn't understand? Besides, did she ever say that she didn't like him looking at her? Does this guy have a problem with his reading comprehension?

"So... like?" Mo Xinglan asked hesitantly.

"Oh, no." Chujiu answered without thinking, but his eyes were looking elsewhere.

"..."

After these four words were spoken, the two fell silent.

In this silence, the chirping of insects around immediately became clear.

The sudden silence made Chujiu feel a little uneasy, and he wanted to say something to break the silence.

At this moment, she remembered the twelve spiritual beads, and she could use this to talk about her point.

He asked, "Why do you insist on having those twelve spiritual beads?"

Mo Xinglan lowered his eyes and did not answer her question. Instead, he said, "Don't forget to string the beads for me."

"Oh."

She nodded obediently, but soon realized the problem and glared at him in dissatisfaction: "I'm asking you a question. Why don't you answer? It's just a few beads. Except that they are prettier than ordinary beads, everything else is the same. Why do you have to risk your wound to get them? Is it that important?"