[Jian San] Let's drink tea from big brother

Although Mo Wenshang's injury looked scary, but because of Huazhu's timely treatment, the injury was healed soon.

When Ye Zhengyang saw Su Shaoqing, the other party was still the same as when he first met him, dressed in white and snowy, with a cold expression, as if nothing in the world could catch his eyes.

Even when he came to see Mo Wenshang, his eyes were still cold, and it was completely impossible to see that this person lost control when Mo Wenshang was injured.

And Mo Wenshang was lying on the simple bed, breathing steadily, with a little cinnabar between his eyebrows, pouring out the world.

Su Shaoqing rolled up her sleeves and glanced at Mo Wenshang, then turned around and wanted to leave.Mo Wenxiao who was guarding Mo Wenshang's bed suddenly said, "Master Su Shaoqing."

During the year they came to Luodao, they had never seen any complaints from this little doctor from Wanhua Valley.

He is always so gentle, his voice is like a row of clear springs, silently nourishing the heart spring of the wounded, even though the place is smelly, dirty and cold, and it is too far from the flowers in the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers, the other party still does not care. There is no gap.

He is really too gentle, like a trickling stream in the mountains, occasionally making people forget his existence.

However, if there is a heavy rain, even a trickling stream can cause a rock to collapse.

He stood up, stood in front of Su Shaoqing, pulled Su Shaoqing's sleeve to make him face Mo Wenshang's bed, "Daoist Su Shaoqing, my brother made this appearance for you, but you don't even look at him?" Don't you even want to take a look?"

Su Shaoqing threw off her sleeves, her eyes were cold, and she slammed each word slowly on Mo Wenxiao's heart, "It's funny, did I drag him to block the arrow?"

When Mo Wenxiao heard this, his expression was suffocated.

Su Shaoqing glanced at Mo Wenshang who was lying on the bed, walked over slowly, and looked down at the other party. The other party's face was still pale, and the black cyan was more obvious at the moment, but that's the case, Su Shaoqing His eyes are still like the snow on the top of Mount Hua, "Why did he come to me if he wanted to?"

The others looked at Su Shaoqing in disbelief.

They all saw Su Shaoqing's grief and loss of control at that moment, so they didn't even dare to admit that the person in front of them was really Su Shaoqing.

Mo Wenxiao's eyes seemed to burst into flames, burning his usual calmness and gentleness into ashes, and he said sharply, "Master Su Shaoqing, I always thought that although you are alienated from others, you are not a heartless person, brother Although I have been entangled with you all the time, but it comes from a sincere heart, why are you so heartless!"

Su Shaoqing's eyes slowly moved to Mo Wenxiao's face, that too ordinary face couldn't find any resemblance to Mo Wenshang, he said, "So, you think I owe Mo Wenshang Did you hear it?"

He looked at Mo Wenshang, who was lying motionless on the bed. He was still wrapped in a white cloth. He looked really embarrassed, which made him feel restless. Dun Dundun flinched. He had never seen Su Shaoqing lose control outside the village. At this moment, I can only say honestly, "... After all, Brother Mo didn't want to save you..."

His words were like a stone rolled into a lake, slowly oscillating the ripples, turning the air present into a sharp blade, cutting the hearts of everyone present inch by inch.

They don't know what to say.

Su Shaoqing glanced at Dun Dundun. Dun Dundun was a little afraid of this indifferent Taoist priest on weekdays. Even after living together for so long, he still felt a little uncomfortable. Reduced to the smallest, but saw Su Shaoqing smile at him.

When he smiled, he looked just like Su Huayan.

The general is floating into the fairyland, the general handsome is out of the world, Su Shaoqing said to Dun Dundun, "Well, what you said makes sense."

He approached Mo Wenshang's bed, and said lightly, "But I don't want to owe you."

After all, the Huaying long sword in his hand was out of its sheath, the sword was as light as a shadow, and as fast as lightning, and before everyone could react, the Huaying sword had pierced into the master's abdomen.

Blood poured out, sprayed on the ground, forming a coquettish and charming pattern, like large patches of red amaryllis flowers, outlining the feast of death.

"Shaoqing!" Su Huayan was the first to react, and wanted to rush over to support him, but was stopped by Su Shaoqing's hand.

The pain that pierced the bone marrow was sent to his mind along the nerves. Obviously, the body would choose to faint for self-protection, but at this moment, he was unexpectedly awake.

He stretched out his hand, gritted his teeth luckily, and pulled out Huaying. The bright red liquid dripped down on the ground, splashing out in irregular circles. The blood in the air made him frown.

He stuck Huaying on the ground, and barely supported his body. He took a few heavy breaths, and then he calmed down his instinct of wanting to kneel on the ground. He raised Huaying's long sword again, his expression Still as indifferent as ever, "Is that enough?"

Mo Wenxiao was so horrified that he couldn't speak. His instinct as a doctor made him want to run over to wrap up the man's wound, but his feet were nailed to the ground and he couldn't move a step.

Su Shaoqing struggled to lift Huaying's long sword. The sword he just stabbed was not his own flesh and blood, but an enemy he hated to the bone. Blood slowly snaked down the edge of the sword, his breathing was a little unsteady, but he remained calm, "Not enough?"

He raised his hand, his arm trembling a little, but he still firmly grasped his figure, and inserted it into his abdomen again.

The sword pierced the flesh, and the pain pierced the heart.

Su Shaoqing's face became a little pale due to excessive blood loss, like Mo Wenshang lying on the bed, reflecting the blood red all over the floor even brighter.

"Su Shaoqing, it's almost enough for me!" Ye Zhengyang slammed the table and roared angrily.

When those eyes turned around, his pupils were a little slack, but he still tried his best to maintain his usual sarcasm, with a slight tone of voice, "None of your business."

After all, he glanced at Mo Wenxiao, and pulled out the three-foot green blade again. He wanted to say something, but the sweet smell in his throat made him shut his mouth, and a few traces of blood Flowing down the corner of his mouth, it looked extremely miserable.

He staggered a step and almost lost his footing, but finally he regained his balance. He raised his sword and wanted to stab again, but someone held back the edge of the sword.

The blood stained the long sword and dripped on the ground, making several crisp sounds.

Su Shaoqing opened his eyes, watching Mo Wenshang braced himself up, grabbed his long sword, his left hand was cut open by his long sword, and a beautiful red bloomed all over the place.

Mo Wenshang held Su Shaoqing's long sword, coughed softly a few times, and the unbearable look flickered in his eyes, "You...hate me so much?"

Even if I want to sacrifice my flesh and blood for you, you have to return the same.

Then, where was the sincerity I gave for you that you discarded?

Su Shaoqing gritted his teeth and stood up straight. He looked at Mo Wenshang, and gripped the hilt of the sword with his fingers until the joints were faintly white. "That's right, I don't owe you anything, Wenshang."

"When did you find out?" Mo Wenshang was taken aback for a moment, his movements seemed to affect the wound, causing him to cough.

"What does it matter?" Su Shaoqing said lightly, he drew out his long sword, his figure was a little unstable, and his eyes were light red, "I only know that we are clear."