God level hypnotist

Meng Heng's expression was a little silent.He looked at the young man, and after a long time slowly uttered two words: "Stupid."

After leaving this cold sentence, he ignored the gloomy look on the young man's face, turned around and walked away.

"Heng'er!"

A slightly anxious call came from behind, but Meng Heng still didn't look back, only went straight to the east wing.

The chaotic state of the past two days, combined with excessive blood loss, and the surging back and forth of the extremely cold and extremely hot breath in the body that has not yet completely calmed down, caused waves of dizziness to continue to sweep over.

Meng Heng struggled to hold on to the bamboo branch leaning out from the side of the road, and closed his eyes.

At this moment, it seems extremely difficult to mobilize the concentration of the spirit and will as usual, but the image of the young man's arms covered with blood keeps reappearing in his mind, which keeps stimulating him.

Resisting the dizziness, he rushed open the door of the east wing in front of him, and rummaged through it roughly.

Fortunately, on weekdays, his medicinal materials would be sorted and sorted in several places. He quickly found what he wanted, and with a satisfied smile, he returned to the main hall.

Xiao Yu looked at the young man who had gone and returned, but his face showed a bit of joy. Just as he was about to say something, he saw the young man with a cold face and said, "Stretch out your arms."

Xiao Yu was a little puzzled for a moment, but he was worried about the boy's weakness, and he didn't dare to provoke the boy anymore, so he obediently stretched out his arm.

But Meng Heng moved a chair and sat opposite Xiao Yu, put the wooden box from the east wing on the table with one hand, held the young man's wrist with the other, and hung his arm slightly on the table, and then moved unexpectedly Very gently rolled up the sleeves of the young man.

Halfway through the roll, he heard the young man suck in a breath of air, as if he had just moved a few times, the sleeve was clotted with blood and he couldn't take it off.

Meng Heng looked up at the young man's expression, then lowered his head slightly to find a pair of scissors in the wooden box, aimed at the stuck place, and neatly cut off the half of the sleeve.

"Your Excellency's clothes seem to be very valuable, but I will not pay for the loss of being cut."

As he said coldly, he took his tweezers made of bamboo, picked up a few balls of cotton wool in the wooden box, dispensed the medicine, and wiped the dripping blood on the young man's arm with a little less force.

"I dare not ask Doctor Meng to compensate me." Xiao Yu looked at the side face of the young man with his eyes downcast, and said with a wry smile. It's all Xiao Mou's willingness."

Hearing this, the boy didn't respond, he just lowered his head, as if he was treating his wound very seriously.

Time seemed to freeze.

There was a slight itching in the place where the young man wiped with cotton, as if it had melted away the intense burning sensation just now, and he even had an illusion that the heartbreaking pain just now had never happened before, and the two of them were just as normal as they are now. , sitting peacefully across from each other.

Thinking this way, Xiao Yu was stunned when he heard the young man say something in a low voice, but he didn't hear clearly.

"Let me ask you, does it hurt? Just now." The boy didn't raise his head, leaving his black hair like ink dyed facing him.

Xiao Yu slowly shook his head and said, "It doesn't hurt."

But seeing the young man looking up at him, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if he didn't believe it, he hurriedly said: "Really."

With the other hand, he took out a plain white handkerchief from his pocket, gently brought it to the boy's lips, and wiped away the bright red blood stains at the corners of the boy's lips with a slightly clumsy movement. His eyes were dark, and his tone seemed lonely: "If this kind of thing happens again in the future, can Dr. Meng tell me, whenever..."

Meng Heng froze his hand, then turned his head to avoid the young man's hand, and lowered his head to make the final bandage for the young man's injured arm.

Seeing that Meng Heng didn't answer, Xiao Yu felt as if his heart was on fire. He was restless and anxious when he was blocked from the door before, he was shocked and distressed when he suddenly saw the boy in an abnormal state, and he felt powerless and useless when he was hugging the boy. Feelings welled up in my heart.

"Heng'er, promise me!" He couldn't help begging in a low voice.

Meng Heng's eyelids trembled slightly for a moment. He used scissors to cut off the excess bandage tied on the young man's wound, looked up at the young man for a long time, and finally, under the deep gaze of those eyes, he sighed vaguely. :"good."

Then he was hugged.

The young man didn't care about the arm that had just been injured, he just hugged the young man tightly, put his chin on the top of the young man's head, stroked the waterfall-like black hair behind the young man with one hand, and called over and over again: "Heng'er..."

Meng Heng's expression changed a few times, and after a while, he finally closed his eyes slowly, leaning on the young man's arms a little tiredly.

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However, Meng Heng still did not tell Xiao Yu the reason why he was so abnormal.

There is no other reason, but even he himself cannot be sure of the reason.

Telling others things that you can't even confirm is nothing more than making that person worry in vain.

However, Xiao Yu refused to leave easily no matter what, he was constantly coaxing the young man in an extremely childish way.

"Heng'er, no matter what, I can't let you stay at home alone tonight, let me stay with you, otherwise you come back to the palace with me, and I will ask the imperial physician to treat you."

Meng Heng looked at the other party with some dumbfounding, just casually rolled up his sleeves, exposing the bandaged arm, and said with a smile: "What else is there to treat? Could it be that His Royal Highness can't trust the way he treats the wound? It's just a minor injury, and there is no need for it." What a fuss."

"I'm afraid of you..." Xiao Yu's eyes darkened, and he hesitated to speak.

Meng Heng squinted his eyes, he suddenly felt that the young man was extremely cautious in front of him, which made him very useful.

He hooked his thin lips, smiled evilly twice, leaned into the young man's ear, and whispered: "Why are you afraid of me?"

Between the words, the voice was slightly hoarse, which was deliberately lowered, and mixed with the faint smile, it was a little more seductive than usual.

"Afraid that I will scratch myself? Or are you afraid that I will drink my own blood?"

After saying that, he stuck out the tip of his tongue, licked his slightly dry lips, and then sighed: "But, the taste of that blood is really wonderful..."

"Heng'er!" Xiao Yu couldn't help interrupting the boy.

Meng Heng glanced at the other party's earlobe which was so red that it was about to bleed, squinted and smiled happily: "How would you know if you don't taste it? The sweet smell of blood mixed with the salty smell of sweat on the skin, there is a kind of sweetness when licking it. What about a different kind of pleasure. Mr. Xiao, don’t you want to know what kind of feeling it is?”

However, before he finished speaking, he stopped abruptly, and only raised his eyebrows to look into the eyes of the other party.

Those were a pair of eyes that were so worried that they were on the verge of anger.

He understands this kind of look very well, he has seen this kind of look more than once in the family members of patients.

The depth of worry and the deepest responsibility.

He didn't expect that this look would be used on himself one day.

Meng Heng shrugged his brows, chuckled twice, lowered his eyelids and said in a low voice: "Okay, I was just joking. I'm fine now, you really don't need to worry so much."

It took a long time before the young man let out a long sigh, which seemed to be talking to himself, and also seemed to be an entrustment to the young man: "Heng'er, I am really worried about you. Can you be considerate of me even a little bit?" How are you feeling?"

Under the moonlight, the young man's face looked particularly pale, and it was a state of powerlessness in which tense nerves suddenly relaxed.

Meng Heng closed his eyes and smiled lightly. At that time, there was a wind blowing, and the young man's voice was blown by the wind, and it flew to the young man's ears lightly.

"Okay." He replied.

Xiao Yu's heart moved, he felt that the moonlight was like water, and the evening breeze was light, and the biting cold wind was completely washed away by this light "good".

There is only an unspeakable, trance mixed with sour joy, slowly flowing over.

---

Did Meng Heng not stay overnight with Xiao Yu, and even more lazy to go with him to some palace, the two discussed at the door for a long time, the young man ordered Li Qing to drive away with some reluctance.

Meng Heng also looked at the young man's back with a playful smile, and returned to the house after a while.

It was late at this time, the stars were gradually spreading over the night, and the occasional cold wind blew past, making the bamboo leaves rustle, making the courtyard even more quiet.

It seems that the sea is calm and nothing unexpected will happen again.

However, Meng Heng couldn't relax at all.

The strange aura came and went abruptly. No. 003, No. 007, and No. 009 rabbits who were taken away by the uninvited guest disappeared without a trace. The demon also disappeared without a trace, which might not be a good sign.

This demon had such a great influence on him, which was unprecedented, and he was probably prepared for coming directly towards Meng's house this time.

Presumably it will not be so resigned.

Thinking about it like this, Meng Heng's face became even more serious.

He is in a very bad state now, leaving aside the scars on his arm, just the collision of the two breaths rolling in his body from time to time, it is very likely that he will lose his sanity again at any time.

Meng Heng clenched his hands tightly into fists.

He certainly understands Xiao Yu's feelings, and even empathizes with him.But even though he understood, he still couldn't make him make any changes to his decision.

No matter what he faced next, he only needed to face it alone, and that was enough.

The next storm didn't even make Meng Heng wait long before it came suddenly.