Quick Wear Binding Rescue System

Hearing the boy say this, he was already very excited. He thought: "The boy may treat him differently."

But after the boy brought him home, he took out a set of clothes that did not belong to him. The darkness in his heart surged out again. Who was the boy living with? Judging from his clothes, it must be a man taller than him. Who was living with the boy?

He couldn't control himself and questioned the boy. Although the boy was angry, he still answered him that it belonged to his master.

He thought: "The boy is such a gentle person." If he were questioned like this by someone else, he would probably have chased the other person away or killed him.

But the boy not only gave him an explanation, but also made medicinal porridge for him. He knew that the boy was a kind person. He wanted to take the boy back and let him live a better life.

Just like that, He Zhiqiu was thinking about how to bring the boy back, and fell into a deep sleep in a daze.

The next day, Mu Ran got up according to the original owner's powerful biological clock. When he saw that the sun had not risen yet, he wanted to continue sleeping, but the original owner's strong willpower made him unable to sleep.

He had no choice but to get up and follow the original owner's daily routine, washing, and drying the herbs. After processing the herbs, he went to the kitchen to cook. He made He Zhiqiu a bowl of the same dark medicinal porridge as last night, made a few buns, and made himself a normal porridge, and then he stopped. After preparing everything, he went to knock on his door.

He Zhiqiu had been thinking a lot last night and was seriously injured, so he had not woken up yet. When he heard the knock on the door, he quickly opened his eyes and looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar environment, then he remembered that he was living in the boy's room.

Hearing the knock on the door again, he said, "Come in."

Mu Ran then brought him the porridge and buns into the room and said, "This is your breakfast, eat it quickly."

He Zhiqiu looked at the same dark porridge as last night, and drank it up without saying anything. Looking at the plump white bun in the boy's bowl, he carefully took the bun from the boy's hand and ate it, praising him while eating: "Aran, you are really good at cooking, the bun tastes really good."

Listening to the sincere praise from the other party, Mu Ran said arrogantly: "Of course, don't you see who did it? How do you feel today? Is the wound bleeding?"

Hearing the boy's concern for his wound, He Zhiqiu did not hide it: "I wanted to get up to go to the toilet last night, and the wound is a little cracked. Can you please help me take a look, A Ran?"

Hearing that the other party's wound burst open because of such a small matter, Mu Ran was a little angry and said: "If that's the case, can't you call me? How can you burst open your wound? Forget it, but after the wound burst open, you didn't even wake me up to rebandage you. I really don't know how to describe you."

Hearing the boy's words out of concern for his wound, He Zhiqiu felt warm in his heart. He was an orphan, raised by many families, and no one had ever cared about him so much.

He thought to himself that he must kidnap the boy and hide him, so that the boy would be all his own.

He suppressed his emotions and replied: "It was too late last night. I didn't want to disturb your sleep, so I didn't wake you up. It's my fault, but it doesn't hurt much. Don't worry."

Mu Ran got a little angry when he heard what the other party said. The other party didn't take his body seriously, so why should he be anxious?

So he said, "Who's worried about you? I just don't want my patients to get into trouble under my nose. If you have any problems in the future, tell me and don't act on your own. If you do this again, get out of the valley. I don't need a disobedient patient like you."

Hearing the other party's words, He Zhiqiu said in a gentle voice: "Okay, okay! It's my fault. I won't do this again next time. I will definitely call you if there is anything. Don't be angry anymore, okay?"

Hearing the other party coaxing him, Mu Ran felt a little embarrassed. He quickly put away the other party's empty bowl, turned around and walked out the door, thinking: "How can this guy be so good at flirting? His voice is too nice and too foul. No, he can't let the other party control him like this. He should take advantage of Qiao, after all, he is the other party's savior."

He quickly washed the kitchen utensils, ran to his room and told He Zhiqiu that he was going out to collect herbs.

He Zhiqiu was a little worried about him and said, "Aran, you helped me yesterday. Those people must have remembered your appearance. You'd better not go out yet."

Hearing that the other party was worried about him, Mu Ran said indifferently: "Don't worry, I have my own way."

He Zhiqiu didn't know how the other party did it. After fiddling with his face for a few times, he turned from a handsome young man into an ordinary farm man.

He was a little surprised and said: "Aran, you..."

Mu Ran showed his skills in front of the other party just to attract his attention and let the other party take him away from the valley after his injury healed, so that he could save a lot of trouble.

He said, "This is a secret skill of our Tianji Sect. You are lucky to be able to demonstrate it to you. How about it? No one will recognize me when I go out like this, right?"

Seeing the young man's high-spirited look, He Zhiqiu knew that there was nothing he could do to stop him. He said, "Then you should be careful and take your own safety as the priority. When I recover, I will help you collect herbs."

Mu Ran then walked out of his room leisurely and said, "I know, don't worry. Take good care of your wound. By the way, don't move around and let your wound burst again. I won't care about you anymore." As he spoke, he walked away.

After Mu Ran's voice disappeared, He Zhiqiu thought of the Tianji Sect that the young man mentioned. He knew that the Tianji Sect was a very mysterious organization.

It is said that he will not be born for a long time. If he is born, there will definitely be great turmoil in the world.

He didn't expect that the young man was actually from the Tianji Sect. However, looking at the young man's superb face-changing skills and his kind heart to help the world, he must be a member of the Tianji Sect without a doubt.

Then could he still take the boy back? After all, for the people of Tianji Sect to appear in the world, there must be a major event that causes chaos in the world.

It seems that he both wants the boy to be born and doesn't want him to be born.

He wanted the boy to be born because he wanted to be with him, to live in a better house with him, and to lead him to a better life. He didn’t want the boy to be born because he was afraid that his birth would cause unrest in the world.

This matter really gave him no idea where to start.

After half a month of rest, Mu Ran had cured He Zhiqiu's injuries and He Zhiqiu no longer had to lie in bed.

He helped Mu Ran process the herbs he had collected, drying and tanning them, and seemed to be very skilled at it.

Mu Ran felt relieved when he saw the extra helpers. Finally, he no longer had to deal with these complicated herbs alone.

But looking at the other person's wound that was about to heal, Mu Ran became a little anxious.

Because the other party has not yet proposed to take him out of the valley, no wonder he was deceived in the original plot. Knowing that there is someone around him who can calculate the secrets of the world, he still doesn't think about abducting that person back. If this isn't mental illness, what is this?

Did he really want to pry open the other person's head to see what the other person was thinking?

As He Zhiqiu's health gradually improved, Mu Ran also conducted a comprehensive examination of He Zhiqiu's body, cleared out some toxins that had settled in his body, and gave him several medicinal baths to strengthen his physical fitness.

Under Mu Ran's comprehensive care, He Zhiqiu not only recovered from his old illness, but even the scars on his body were almost healed.

Mu Ran looked at the scar on He Zhiqiu's face. Although it did not affect his appearance, such a large scar was heartbreaking. He asked He Zhiqiu if he was willing to remove it.

But He Zhiqiu told him that the scar was just to make the enemy relax their vigilance, so it could not be removed yet.

Mu Ran did not insist on helping the other person remove the scar on his face.