The silly king's daughter-in-law is a plant?

"Lingling~Lingling~" Xi Mojiu was sitting on the swing outside the house, and June was still lazily sleeping on his lap, and he waved to Mo Ling with a bright smile.

Mo Ling was in a daze, until the sun dazzled his eyes, until his eyes were astringent and uncomfortable, and the corners of his eyes were moist, and until Xi Mojiu ran towards him, he regained his expression.

"Lingling, look at the gift I brought." Xi Mojiu, who couldn't understand Mo Ling's complicated mood, took out a jade box from the wide sleeve with ice blue silk thread in high spirits.

The jade box was not big, not as long as June, and Xi Mojiu almost stuffed it into Mo Ling's hand.

"Open it quickly and take a look, hurry up, hurry up," Xi Mojiu urged excitedly, clenching her fists.

The scene in front of me is too real, the sun is just right, the temperature is neither high nor low, Xi Mojiu's cheerful smile and June's lazy and sleepy appearance are the most beautiful in Mo Ling's memory.

"Don't panic, what exactly did you prepare for me?" Mo Ling quickly took away the liquid called normal saline with the back of his hand.

Unlocking the small button directly in front of the box, he opened it, and when the contents of the box came into his eyes, Mo Ling's smile froze and his face became stiff.

The box was made of white silk as the bottom pad, and there was only one bloody little finger inside.The fingertip of the little finger pointed at Mo Ling, as if mocking his delusion.

He raised his head abruptly, what about Xi Mojiu and June? The blue sky and white clouds all turned blood-red, and the air was filled with bursts of strong rancid stench, making Mo Ling retch and want to vomit.

"Don't Lingling like it? Judging by Lingling's expression, do you dislike Jiu'er's gift?" A lump of bloody unknown object said in Xi Mojiu's voice.

He moved a step forward, and a piece of flesh and blood fell off his body. The black-red carrion was surrounded by palm-sized flies, and a large group of wild wolves with fangs and claws and fierce eyes sprang out from nowhere. The Mo Ling, burying his head in the disgusting carrion with relish.

"Lingling, Jiu'er is in so much pain." The voice said tremblingly, "Oh, help me, Lingling, save me! Don't eat my flesh, don't drink up my blood, let me go!!"

"Lingling!" 'Xi Mojiu' rushed over with bloody hands.

"Xi Mojiu! Jiu'er, Jiu'er, don't be afraid, don't be afraid!" On the simple wooden bed, the sleeping young man closed his eyes tightly, his face was hideous, he helplessly kicked and beat the heavy quilt, his arms scratched in the air .

The second prince pushed the door in with a small bowl of steaming medicine and saw this scene. He calmly put the medicine on the dusty table beside him, and then went to check on Mo Ling's situation.

"Sisters and sisters! Sisters and sisters! Wake up. I heard that you can't wake up people who have nightmares at will. If you wake up, you might go crazy. It's not a good idea not to wake him up." what to do.

The wooden bed creaked under Mo Ling's violent shaking, as if it could be scrapped and sacrificed at any time.

The second prince was also in a hurry, but he couldn't approach rashly. At this time, a gray shoe covered with mud stepped in. The owner of the shoe was wearing a crescent white robe and his hair was casually draped behind him. He said, "Second brother, I'm here The wing room heard your voice, what happened?"

After seeing the situation in the room clearly, before the second prince could answer, he flickered and walked quickly to Mo Ling's bed.

Seeing Mo Ling who was sweating profusely on the bed and talking nonsense, Xi Mojiu grabbed the second prince's arm and asked with concern: "Second brother, what's wrong with him?"

The second prince replied: "Nightmare. Since ancient times, I have thought about it day by day, and I have dreamed about it at night. Mo Ling has been hit by some kind of blow, he has entered into a samadhi, and his mind has been controlled."

Apart from Xi Mojiu jumping off a cliff to his death in vain, he couldn't find a second reason for the recent shock to Mo Ling.

His careful planning resulted in his own suffering. Xi Mojiu was anxious and angry in his heart. He sat on the side of the bed, stretching out and retracting his hand. Falling deeper into the devil, he still chose the latter when he was anxious and helpless, he gritted his teeth and grabbed Mo Ling's hand.

He softened his voice and said softly: "Lingling, I'm here! I didn't go anywhere, I'm right by your side!"

The familiar voice entered his ears, Mo Ling was comforted, and his mood gradually stabilized. He lay unconscious on the bed, his eyelashes trembled a few times, his eye sockets were unhealthy black and blue, his pale face matched with dry and colorless lips, pitiful.

He was the one who lifted a rock and shot himself in the foot. Originally, he wanted to play tricks on Mo Ling, but in the end it was him who was heartbroken.

On the second day, Mo Ling, who hadn't eaten all day and night, woke up from starvation.He tried to sit up with difficulty, but in the end he tore his wound and vomited out a mouthful of black blood.

He stared at the blood on the palm of his hand, and wiped it on his body with drooping eyebrows. The clothes were already dirty, and it didn't matter if they added some color.

"Don't move! Brother and sister, you are awake!"