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Chapter 73 My Little Golden Dragon Can Score
Nanjia felt that her head was getting bigger, and she was very irritable. How could one or two of them not understand her own words: "Is this what I mean? Can you make it clear?"

Mo Yan hugged Nanjia into his arms, and said in a muffled voice, "I don't care, you can't say such a thing. I'm not happy."

Nan Jia took a deep breath and looked at the sword still stuck in his back. She couldn't be angry with a patient, she had to be nicer to him.

Nan Jia slowed down her tone and coaxed extremely patiently: "I'll go pick medicine for you, you're seriously injured. I promise I won't leave, just wait for me obediently, okay?"

"not good"

"You still have a sword stuck in your back, your claws are still bleeding, you..."

Nan Jia hadn't finished her dissuading words, when Mo Yan grabbed the hilt of the sword with his uninjured paw and forcefully pulled the broken sword out of his body.

Mo Yan snorted, and looked at Nan Jia with bright eyes: "It's already been pulled out, you don't have to worry about it."

Nanjia's red lips parted slightly, all her words were stuck in her throat, and there were no words to express her inner shock.

Doesn't it hurt?

Mo Yan hugged Nan Jia tightly in his arms again, smelling her breath and feeling very at ease: "Nan Nan, don't go anywhere. Just stay with me, okay? Just stay with me."

Nan Jia poked and asked secretly: "Survival, can Mo Yan do this? He won't get tetanus?"

"Okay, he recovered in a short time after being stabbed in the heart by a sword in his previous life, so don't worry."

Nan Jia glanced at the blood running down Mo Yan's back, she always felt uncomfortable looking at it.

"Go pick medicine with me, okay?"

Mo Yan didn't want to, he seemed to hug Nan Jia tightly, feeling her body temperature.

Nan Jia straightened his face: "I'm worried about you!"

Nan Jia's naked eyes hit Mo Yan, and he agreed with a red face.

It's just that the process of collecting herbs is not so beautiful.

A girl's scolding voice could be heard from time to time in the mountains: "Mo Yan, stay away from me, you have trampled the herbs to death."

"Ah! Don't step on it!"

"Don't move!"

Mo Yan wanted to cling to Nan Jia, and he never left her. As a result, just as Nan Jia saw a herb rushing over, the herb was crushed by Mo Yan's huge claws.

Nanjia looked at the golden dragon holding the dragon down, and she found a rope from the Qiankun bag given by Mo Yan.

Nan Jia tied the rope in a circle, and waved at the tall Mo Yan: "Keep your head down."

Mo Yan sensed Nan Jia's intentions and he was very dissatisfied: "You want to tie me up like a dog?"

Nanjia nodded as a matter of course: "Yes, so please lower your head and cooperate, I can't reach it."

If you don't tie him up again, you won't be able to gather herbs today.

Looking at Nanjia's tense little face, Mo Yan reluctantly lowered his head and let himself be caught by the rope.

Nanjia tied the other end of the rope to a tree: "You are not allowed to move around, just stay within this range."

Mo Yan pawed the ground with his uninjured paws, and he replied unhappily, "Yes."

With Mo Yan's affirmation, Nan Jia can finally go to collect herbs.

Mo Yan lay on the ground and looked at the people in the field, bowing their heads and running around for him, feeling very happy in his heart.

Mo Yan No. [-] suddenly said coldly: [Mo Yan, she can only be mine in the end.She loves me too, not you who killed me halfway.In your story, you end up being killed by Nam Nam.But in my story Nan Nan drove the wild man away for me. ]
[She did it for me, not for you. ]
Mo Yan paused, the air all over his body condensed.In just a moment, he returned to normal, he smiled and said: [What does it matter?Whoever stays belongs to them. ]
Mo Yan No. [-] also sneered and agreed with his words: [Yes, whoever stays belongs to them. ]
They won't back down!

Without Mo Yan's disturbance, Nanjia's action of collecting herbs was very quick.

After picking the medicine in a while, she untied the rope tied to the tree.

She originally wanted to untie the rope for Mo Yan, but looking at the rope in her hand, she suddenly had bad thoughts.

She held the rope in her hand and said arrogantly: "Go forward!"

Mo was tired of looking back at Nan Jia who was "cocky" and felt a little funny.

Nan Jia gently tugged on the rope: "The master has already spoken, let's go."

"Okay..." Mo let Nan Jia's bad taste hate him.

Back in the cave, Nanjia took out a medicine bowl and pestle to pound medicine, and helped him bandage his wound.

The bandaged Mo Yan lay on the pile of gold and hugged Nan Jia tightly, not letting go.

Nan Jia thought of what he said today about stabbing him to death again, and she felt that she had to ask clearly.

"Momo, what do you mean by what you said today?"

"I didn't say anything" Mo Yan refused to admit

Nan Jia didn't intend to let Mo Yan pass by so easily, she imitated Mo Yan's tone: "Nan Jia, are you going to pick up the sword and stab me to death for him like in your previous life?"

"What do you mean by tell me?"

Mo Yan lowered his head and looked at Nan Jia seriously. Is he going to tell Nan Jia about himself?

Can she accept it?And that she would feel like a monster of herself and want to get away from herself?
Seeing that Mo Yan still didn't want to say it, Nan Jia immediately added an attractive bargaining chip: "As long as you tell me the cause of the incident, I will tell you a little secret of mine. It is a little secret that no one knows."

A light flashed in Mo Yan's eyes, he was very interested in Nanjia's secret.

The Survivor in his consciousness trembled, and wrapped his skin tightly: "Nan Jiajia, I warn you, don't be crazy, you can't stab us out."

Nanjia really thinks that Survival IQ is touching, is it stupid?Will you say this yourself?

"Then what little secret do you have?" Qiu Shengsheng whispered
Nan Jia couldn't be bothered to deal with the idiot Survival. She looked at Mo Yan, and her eyes moved slightly: "How is it? Are you interested?"

"Okay, I'll tell you. But you can't be scared away by me, you can't be afraid of me, you..."

Nan Jia stretched out her hand to interrupt Mo Yan's parallelism: "All right, all right, I know, you should hurry up and talk."

Mo Yan took a deep breath and told his story slowly.

Hearing that Mo Yan couldn't tell whether what happened in his previous life was real or just imagined, Nan Jia's face lit up.

She began to fool Mo Yan: "The things in your previous life must have been imagined by you. During that time, you missed me so much, and then you were struck by lightning, and your heart and body were hit twice. So you made up out of thin air. A story of our future meeting and parting."

She didn't care what kind of situation Mo Yan was in, she wanted him to become what she said.

Nan Jia refused to admit that she assassinated and betrayed Mo Yan.

Otherwise, with such a big crisis of trust, how can the shadow value be reduced?

He must be convinced that it was all his imagination, and it never happened in reality.

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