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"Seventh Young Master, what are you doing?" When Mr. Mu opened the curtain and looked in, he saw the indifferent Murong Ang pinching Song Huanhuan's neck, and couldn't help yelling loudly.

Murong Ang seemed to be taken aback, and suddenly withdrew his hand. Looking at Song Huanhuan, who was panting heavily, he pushed Mr. Mu away with a livid face, "Give him the medicine." After saying that, he had already gone out.

Mr. Mu sighed helplessly, looked at Song Huanhuan's pale and unhuman face, sighed "poor", and helped him re-bandage the wound.

The night was getting dark, Murong Ang didn't go far, Mr. Mu helped Song Huanhuan heal his injury, and then followed to find him.

"Uncle Mu..."

Mr. Mu interrupted him and said, "You don't need to say more, I know what you're thinking."

Murong Ang was almost watched by him growing up, watching how he grew from an ignorant child to the current high-ranking leader, how he settled down and stood at the top of Tianchong Sect...

Mr. Mu patted Murong Ang on the shoulder, and said: "Ming Huan may not necessarily become your lifeline, you have been alone for long enough, he is with you, he will protect you, and I am at ease."

Murong Ang snorted coldly: "He doesn't know kung fu..."

But Mr. Mu smiled and said: "Knowing kung fu doesn't mean he can't protect you." After a pause, he said: "I can see clearly how you got along during this time. Ming Huan has been careful not to make you angry. You Although I have feelings for him, I don’t fully take it into my heart, or maybe I put it in my heart, but there is always a leeway.”

Murong Ang frowned, as if he was very displeased at what Mr. Mu said.

Regardless of what he thought, Mr. Mu continued: "Speaking of which, I feel sorry for him. Ming Huan is a good boy. Although he is weaker, he can be trained more. As for his identity," he turned to look at Murong Ang , said solemnly: "He is Ming Huan, just Ming Huan."

Murong Ang's heart trembled.

"There are people in front of you, you must cherish them, the one who can't wait is gone, alas..." Mr. Mu turned and left without finishing his sentence.

Murong Ang understood what Mr. Mu didn't say later, he's gone, no matter how sad you are, he won't come back.

The group got organized and continued on the road while it was dark, and finally arrived at Jinyang City at dawn.

Shisan went to take care of it himself, and when Murong Ang and the others entered the city, they directly lived in the newly bought courtyard.

Jinyang used to be just a small town, but because of its pleasant scenery, many highly respected people in the martial arts world were attracted to live in seclusion here, and the town became prosperous.

The people above the court naturally couldn't see people gathering in the rivers and lakes, and sent people over to persuade them, but in fact they brought troops to force them to leave.It's just that this matter was full of thunder and rain, and no one knew what deal the two sides had reached. In short, Jinyang City has since become a rare place where martial arts and officials coexist peacefully.

Because one side of Jinyang City is the martial arts masters, and the other side is the official army, in order to avoid trouble, Murong Ang dispersed the branch hall that was originally set up here.

Originally, Murong Ang didn't want to stay longer in Jinyang, but Song Huanhuan was seriously injured, so they had to stay here and wait for Song Huanhuan to recover before leaving.

The waiting people finally settled down, Murong Ang retreated from the crowd, sat down beside the bed, looked at Song Huanhuan who was still frowning even in his sleep, but seemed to understand what Mr. Mu said earlier.

He did not fully accept Song Huanhuan who suddenly appeared, or he was not fully prepared to accept him, even if he was to protect him for the rest of his life, it was only his duty.

"I'm sorry..." I wanted to kill you earlier...

"I'm sorry..." I didn't protect you well...

Murong Ang was never a person who would regret, but now he regrets that he didn't fully care about Song Huanhuan before, if he really cared, he wouldn't let Song Huanhuan get hurt.

Murong Ang suddenly felt a sigh of relief in his heart, and all the haze in his heart dissipated.

"Knock Knock Knock-"

"Come in."

The door was pushed open with a creak, and Qingzhu walked in cautiously.

"Seven young masters."

Murong Ang said indifferently: "What's the matter?"

Qingzhu looked at her toes: "I'll come and see the young master... I, I, I'm worried..." Without saying a word, she burst into tears.

Murong Ang frowned, but he heard Qing Zhu sobbing and said: "I'm sorry... If it wasn't for saving me, the young master would not have been hurt, woo woo woo..."

"go out."

"Hi...huh?" Qing Zhu looked at Murong Ang suspiciously with tears in his eyes.

"Get out."

Qingzhu was startled, seeing Murong Ang's expression was cold, sniffled and went out obediently.

Murong Ang knew that he was venting his anger, but he couldn't control his mood at all. He didn't know how to vent his anger, but he found that Song Huanhuan had held his hand at some point.

"Cough...don't bully my little green bamboo...cough cough..." Song Huanhuan opened his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth at Murong Ang.

Murong Ang was happy in his heart, with a smile on his face, he said, "When did you wake up? Why didn't you make a sound? Does the wound still hurt? I'll let Uncle Mu come and see you."

Song Huanhuan said: "You ask so many...Which one do you want me to answer first?"

Murong Ang didn't say anything, just touched Song Huanhuan's forehead, and then told Huang Ying who was waiting outside to find Mr. Mu.

Song Huanhuan said: "I'm not that weak..."

Murong Ang raised his eyebrows and said, "Really?"

Song Huanhuan fell silent.

After a while, the door was pushed open again, but Qing Zhu, who had just been scolded out, stood by the door with red eyes and dared not come in.

When Song Huanhuan saw Qingzhu like this, he knew that the child didn't know how to blame himself, so he hurriedly said, "What are you doing there... why don't you come in..."

Qing Zhu glanced at Murong Ang, walked a few steps, but finally did not dare to approach.

Song Huanhuan wanted to comfort him, but her body hurt so badly that she couldn't say much.

Qingzhu burst into tears, looked at Song Huanhuan for a few times, then suddenly groaned, turned around and left crying.

Song Huanhuan was powerless, why did this child run away like this?

Murong Ang said: "Don't worry, someone will follow him, and nothing will happen to him."

Song Huanhuan nodded and was about to say something when Mr. Mu and Huang Ying came in together.

Seeing Song Huanhuan staring at him, Mr. Mu couldn't help laughing and said, "You wake up quickly. I thought you'd sleep for two or three more days."

Mr. Mu said what he said but didn't listen to the movements of his hands. He drove Murong Ang aside, took off Song Huanhuan's clothes and checked the wound for him, then re-applied the medicine and bandaged it up.

Although he said he was just looking at the injuries, Song Huanhuan was still very shy. Apart from the injuries, there were still traces left by the previous sex.

Seeing him blushing, Mr. Mu smiled and said, "Why are you ashamed? I've seen it before."

Song Huanhuan: "..."

Murong Ang raised his face and said, "Let's go quickly after taking the medicine."

Mr. Mu glanced at him and didn't say much, but told Huang Ying to go with him to make medicine.

Huang Ying was silent until she was about to leave, before she said, "I'll make you something to eat."

Song Huanhuan's eyes lit up: "Add more diced meat."

Huang Ying gave him a white look: "Understood." Really, it seemed that he had never been given meat before.

Mr. Mu sneered: "As soon as you talk about eating, you become energetic. Why didn't you reincarnate as a pig?"

The medicine contained anesthesia, and Song Huanhuan's pain was relieved, and she became more energetic: "It's only natural that people like to eat it. As for pigs, reincarnation is out of my control~"

Mr. Mu shook his head, turned and left, and Huang Ying followed.

There were only the two of them left in the room, Song Huanhuan looked at the silent Murong Ang, and suddenly felt a little awkward.

"That leader... what's wrong with you?"

Murong Ang was originally looking out the window, when he heard Song Huanhuan's words, he turned to look at him and said: "You and I are lovers now, you can just call me by my name from now on."

(⊙o⊙)!

"you are not willing?"

Song Huanhuan hurriedly shook his head: "No..." Calling him by his name was not a big deal, but Murong Ang's current attitude made him confused.

Murong Ang nodded: "It was my negligence to hurt you this time, and I won't do this again in the future."

Song Huanhuan was taken aback, and said: "This is not your problem. You were in a critical situation at the time, so I couldn't watch you get hurt, right? You did a good job sending someone to protect me, but it was just missed by someone at the time. "

Murong Ang raised his eyebrows, he forgot to ask what was the situation at the beginning, but he couldn't ask this person, so he should go to Anjia to ask.

Murong Ang looked at Song Huanhuan's eagerness to explain, and couldn't help laughing bitterly in his heart. At this moment, this person is still looking for reasons for his mistakes. Is it because his previous attitude was too bad?

Song Huanhuan was baffled by Murong Ang, and felt that the current Murong Ang was really strange.

Murong Ang said: "In the future, you don't have to be so cautious when getting along with me, you can..." After a pause, he considered: "Be more self-willed..."

Song Huanhuan was a little at a loss, what kind of stimulation did Murong Ang receive, and how did he become like this?But although he didn't understand it in his heart, it was very useful. When Song Huanhuan was happy, he couldn't help laughing out loud, but the extreme joy gave rise to sadness, and the wound was pulled, and the laughter turned into screams.

Murong Ang was quite helpless, hurriedly made him lie down, checked his wound by himself, saw that there was no bleeding, so he was relieved.

Song Huanhuan also calmed down at this time, and said: "I'm afraid it's not good if I call you by your name directly. How about it, when we two are in the future, I will call you by your name. In front of outsiders, I can call you whatever you want." Call it."

Murong Ang nodded: "As you wish."

Seeing that Murong Ang treated him so well suddenly, Song Huanhuan couldn't help but shiver: "Do you know that you treated me badly before? Now that I'm injured, you have to take good care of me and make up for it."

Song Huanhuan was just talking casually, but he didn't expect to mention Murong Ang's wound. The latter said seriously: "I will naturally treat you well in the future and will not make you feel wronged."

Song Huanhuan smiled, narrowed her eyes, and nodded.

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