Cold River Moon Shadow

Here... where is it?

The feeling in his body is getting weaker and weaker, if he can't feel his heart still beating quietly around, Yueying can almost think that he is dead.

The body seems to be lying flat somewhere, and there is a hazy white light in front of the eyes, and there seems to be a figure swaying in front of the eyes: Could it be those little bastards looking for their own death again?

If you want to die, I will fulfill you.

Thinking of this, the corners of Yueying's mouth raised slightly, he raised his hand and waved towards the figure.

However, he found that no matter how hard he tried, his hands seemed to be tightly clasped by something, unable to move.

Then, he found that his hand was slowly put down by the figure.

Isn't it those gangsters?

Could it be that this person is not malicious?

Could it be that he saved me?

The figure seemed to be getting closer to him, Yue Ying felt that the man was helping him up, as if to make him sit more comfortably, a soft layer was placed on the back of his waist.

"Master Shen, is that you?" Yueying tried hard to open her eyes wide to see the person in front of her, but once she said the words, she felt that she was thinking too much.

Although Shen Han was detoxified, he had to sleep for at least three days and three nights before he could fully wake up, so the person who saved him was definitely not Shen Han.

The man didn't speak, or even Moon Shadow couldn't hear him.

"Thank you for saving me." Yueying stared closely at the blurry figure in front of her, "I still have something to do, let's take a step first."

As he said that, Yueying tried to stand up, but when his feet landed on the ground, before he could straighten up, the soles of Yueying's feet staggered and leaned forward as if he had stepped on two taels of cotton.

The body fell into a person's arms, and then was picked up by another person, and put back on the bed.

The man grabbed Yueying's right hand and patted the back of his hand.

Yue Ying only felt the man's movement, but had no other reaction, so she couldn't help frowning slightly: I really don't feel anything at all.

The man hesitated for a moment, then grabbed Yueying's wrist and wrote in the air: "Don't be afraid, I can heal you."

Following the direction of writing on her wrist, Moon Shadow murmured.

"Don't waste your efforts," Yueying smiled wryly and shook her head, "I appreciate your kindness. There is no cure for the poison on my body."

Hearing this, the man grabbed Yueying's wrist and continued: "I haven't tried it, how do I know it won't work?"

"..."

"Don't think too much," the man continued to gesture, "I'll make you a decoction, you should take a good rest first."

"Yeah." Yueying nodded and smiled, "However, I don't have any money for you."

"I don't want your money."

"But..." Yueying smiled even wider, "I still want to remind you, I'm a trouble, you saved me, you might regret it later."

"I don't regret it," the man paused, and continued to gesture, "I..."

"Huh?" The man didn't make gestures for a long time, Yueying couldn't see the expression of the man clearly, so he could only stare at the blurred figure in front of him suspiciously.

The figure put down Yueying's hand, helped him to lie down slowly, covered him with a brocade quilt, and carefully tucked in the corners of the quilt.Seeing Yueying obediently closed her eyes, she turned around and exited the room, closing the door gently.

"Now, there is no need to wear a mask."

The man slowly took off the half of the sterling silver mask hanging on his face, revealing a handsome face with straight eyebrows.

Even though the years have engraved deep and shallow marks on the corners of his eyes, they still can't conceal the man's temperament and the indescribable and insoluble melancholy——

Xiaoying, don't worry, I will let Ah Qian cure you.

Xiaoying, you never thought that the person who saved you would be me—Han Mo.

"Pavilion Master, Young Master Hua is awake?" Just as Han Mo shook his head and sighed, an old voice came, Han Mo turned around and was startled, then nodded lightly.

"Pavilion master don't have to worry," the man continued, "Although he has the poison of corpse-flavored konjac in his body, the playboy is fine."

"I tried him just now," Han Mo said with a blank expression. "The eyes can see some light, and people can be seen; the ears can hardly hear any sound; even the sense of touch is extremely insensitive..."

"Pavilion Master, don't worry about it," the man smiled slightly, "If other people are poisoned by this poison, they may not live for three days. He will die when his five senses are exhausted and he becomes a living dead. But Mr. Hua is different from others."

"What's the difference?" Han Mo wondered.

"Has the pavilion master forgotten the poison in Young Master Hua's body?" The man's laughter became more and more strange.

"You mean... Ningxiang Wan?" Han Mo suddenly realized, "The poison of Ningxiang Wan and this corpse-flavored konjac flower...?"

"That's right." The man nodded and said, "Does the Pavilion Master know that Ningxiang Pills are mainly made of flowers?"

Han Mo shook his head: "When you mentioned this medicine, I didn't think much about it."

"Lord of the Pavilion," the man shook his head, "Back when you asked me to marry a flower that could make the dude look good forever, and make him..., the only thing I thought of was Manjusawa, which is a rare flower in the Western Regions and can be cured. People can kill people. I added this flower to the gazing pill, and I took pictures of it slowly, waiting for the day when you can see the young man dying in front of your eyes..."

"Gu Qian," Han Mo's voice suddenly turned cold, "It seems that you really want Xiaoying to die."

"Ahem...hahaha..." Gu Qian laughed wildly all of a sudden, "Pavilion Master, because I hate him, didn't you already know about this?"

Han Mo strode up to the man, bent down, and stretched out his right hand to choke the man's throat: "Ah Qian, don't force me, what you did before, I can forget the past, but this time, I I hope you can do your best to heal Xiaoying, otherwise I will let you die a miserable death!"

"Uh... Pavilion, Pavilion Master..." Gu Qian held Han Mo's hand tightly with both hands, his face was already blue due to suffocation, "Death is never the worst."

Han Mo quickly pushed Gu Qian backwards, and Gu Qian backed up two feet with the wheelchair and fell to the ground.

"Ahem...ahem..." After a violent cough, Gu Qian struggled to sit up. He first patted his stumped leg, then stroked his pale hair, and finally put his hand on his old , Ugly face, squeezed out a trace of a sad smile, "Master, you let me live, let me live without human beings, ghosts and ghosts, isn't this worse than death?"

"I will never kill you," Han Mo turned away from him, "You saved my life, so I won't kill you."

"Hahaha," Gu Qian laughed miserably again, "You also remember that I saved your life."

"That's right, I won't forget," Han Mo turned around suddenly, staring coldly at Gu Qian who was sitting on the ground, "But, I hope you will remember that you never have to touch my bottom line."

"Your bottom line." Gu Qian couldn't help but sneered again, "Isn't it just a playboy?"

"Since you know," Han Mo stepped up and grabbed Gu Qian's hair, forcing him to raise his head and look directly at him, "then don't use your brains anymore, understand?"

After finishing speaking, he let go of his hand slowly, and said word by word: "Xiaoying's poison, if you don't cure it well, I will make you even uglier and make your life worse than death."

Looking at Gu Qian who was sitting on the ground with a dull expression on his face, Han Mo's tone was a little slow: "Decoct the medicine for Xiaoying according to your recipe, I'll make him something to eat, I don't know how much his sense of taste is left. point."

Seeing Han Mo's back gradually receding, Gu Qian struggled to support the wheelchair, allowing his crippled body to sit on it again, and then murmured: "Pavilion Master, isn't this retribution? I treat him sincerely. You, you have always been abandoned like a shoe; that Moon Shadow doesn't have you in his heart at all, but you... Hahaha, it's fine, it's fine..."

Pushing the wheel with both hands, it slowly rolled forward: "I will help you heal your little shadow, and then watch with wide eyes to see how you died at the hands of the one you love, hahaha..."

After laughing up to the sky, a turbid tear rolled down the corner of his eye and dripped straight onto his heart. In a trance, Gu Qian seemed to hear the voice of his heart breaking.

Lying in the house, Yue Ying had already lost his hearing, and was completely unaware of what happened outside the house. The internal injuries on his body and the internal energy lost during Shen Han's exchange of blood and healing made his body very weak, and he fell into a deep sleep not long after. Someone picked him up, which made him feel a little bit conscious.

"Who is it?" Yueying opened her dull eyes and stared straight at the blurred face in front of her, "Is it...?"

Han Mo sighed lightly: "Xiaoying, it's me."

Knowing that Yueying could neither see nor hear, Han Mo simply let Yueying lean against his chest, held his right hand and gestured in the air: "Call me 'big brother', I am older than you."

"Brother." Yueying replied with a smile, "But you will suffer a lot if you are my big brother."

Han Mo said and gestured in puzzlement: "What's the loss?"

"Because your younger brother is a useless person," Yueying smiled even wider, but a hint of helplessness and desolation flashed in her lifeless eyes, "You still have to take care of me, of course you will suffer a lot."

"It doesn't matter," Han Mo said, "As the eldest brother, of course he will do his best to heal the younger brother's illness."

"Brother," Yueying suppressed her smile, "Thank you..."

Holding his hand in the air, he didn't continue to make gestures. Han Mo felt a pain in his heart: "Xiaoying, Xiaoying, why is it you, why do I treat you..."

Putting down Yueying's hand, she hugged Yueying tightly, as if the person in her arms would grow wings and fly away in a second: Xiaoying, I'm sorry, I'm sorry...

The author has something to say: I wish the little angels a happy reading ^O^