[Basic three] Help, wait for me

Little Wudu stomped on his feet, followed by Mrs. Da Gua, and went to Nanjiu's house in a hop.

After entering the door, I was startled by the heavy measures to keep out the cold. I looked back at Mo Zhichen, shook off the silver jewelry hanging on my bare thigh, and said contemptuously in the unauthentic Central Plains dialect, you Central Plains people are too spoiled, This winter is really exaggerated, look at us Miaojiang people!

It is clearly written on the face: Stupid Central Plains people.

Then he glanced at the house, saw the hanging curtains, and went straight.

Mo Zhichen followed helplessly.

Lifting the curtain, Xiao Wudu hopped up and sat up, dangling his legs hanging from the edge of the bed, humming an exotic tune while exploring the side of Nanjiu's neck.

Not seeing anything, she lifted Nan Jiu's quilt again, staring at the bandage exposed on his chest, which was stained with an inconspicuous red.

Opening up Nan Jiu's skirt, he asked, "His injury has always been like this?"

Mo Zhichen said yes.

Xiao Wudu nodded, his subordinates showed no mercy, and went directly to remove Nan Jiu's bandage.Seeing this, Mo Zhichen took two quick steps, without getting close to the edge of the bed, and pressed the bone flute to his chest.

She shook the flute unhappily, and without turning her head, said while tearing it apart, "If you take another step, I won't watch it."

Mo Zhichen hesitated, so he had no choice but to stop, watching her expose Nan Jiu's dripping wounds layer by layer.

After dismantling half of it, Xiao Wudu took a close look at it for a while, and suddenly jumped down with a "ah!", waved his hand, patted Gutai on the head, pointed at Nan Jiu's wrist, and ordered, "Gutai, come on, Bite him!"

Mrs. Gua was very obedient, so she swallowed Nan Jiu's wrist in one gulp.

Of course Mo Zhichen was in a hurry, his palm was condensed, and he was about to throw a few palm nails out.

But Xiao Wudu put the bone flute to his lips, breathed lightly, and a soft and tortuous flute sound floated out, but he saw a layer of lavender shimmer around Nan Jiu's body, the purple air condensed and turned into light butterflies, flashing With half-transparent wings, it landed on Nanjiu's various wounds.

The sound of the flute is endless, and the butterfly dance is endless.

Nan Jiu's wound gradually began to improve, flesh and blood regenerated, the cracks closed, and even his face had a rosy complexion.

Mo Zhichen exclaimed in amazement.

But for a moment, the sound of the flute was interrupted abruptly, and Die Wu also shattered like withered and withered, turning into dust.

Xiao Wudu sighed, called Gua Tai back, put the bone flute under his arm, bowed his head and cooed a few words with Gua Tai, Gua Tai also croaked back twice, and then looked at Mo Zhichen with twinkling eyes Say, "Sorry, I can't save him."

Mo Zhichen hurriedly asked why, only then did he obviously get better.

Xiao Wudu said, "It's not a disease, it's a poison."

"What is the poison? Is it possible to cure it?" Mo Zhichen frowned.

The little five poisons stroked Guatai in admiration, and explained, "The poison is called Qingfeng, which is the secret recipe of our five poisons, but it was later stolen by Tianyi Sect. Although the original Qingfeng has a solution, the Qingfeng transformed by Tianyi Sect is based on refining Different people have different materials for poisoning."

She glanced at Nan Jiu with a pity on her face, and hugged Gua Tai, "Only those who refine poison have the antidote, and delusion will only lead to faster death." Then she got up and was about to leave.

Mo Zhichen's heart sank, and he asked again, "How long will he have?"

Xiao Wudu rested his chin and thought for a while, then said, "In addition to the fact that Lingdie was renewing his life just now, without eating or drinking, there is still a week left."

The girl's young and tender voice is very pleasant, clear and crisp.But every word he uttered was a fatal wound, making Mo Zhichen panic like five thunderbolts.

Xiao Wudu left behind the dazed Mo Zhichen, went out the door as usual, groped along the way he came, and went back by himself.

As soon as he turned into the lobby, he saw Jian Ge sitting on the eaves, so he yelled at him, "Hey—I can't cure your friend, and I don't want the money you gave me!"

After shouting, they have to take out money from the pocket embroidered with Miao patterns on their waists.

Jian Ge looked at it suspiciously.

Xiao Wudu said again, "That person is going to die, he can't be cured."

Jian Ge was startled when he heard that, he had a bad heart, he didn't have time to pay attention to Xiao Wudu's movements, and disappeared on the roof after a few dodges, as if he was heading towards that room.

Xiao Wudu looked at the handful of herbal miscellaneous mixed with pieces of silver that he grabbed out of his hand, and muttered, the Central Plains people are so strange that they don't want any silver.

But he was also very happy, twirled the bone flute, called Gua Tai, and went down the mountain all the way.

When Jian Ge turned into the house, he felt a cold aura exuding from Mo Zhichen, which made him dare not approach.He knows that the despair after hope is far more painful than the original disappointment.

After standing behind Mo Zhichen for a long time, Jian Ge slowly called out.

Mo Zhichen just faced the bed where Nan Jiu was lying, standing straight, without saying a word, the knuckles of his hands were clenched, and a few drops of bright red flowed from the gap between the clenched fists.

In the past few years, Jian Ge watched Mo Zhichen walk all the way.He knew that Mo Zhichen was very strong. Even when he was betrayed by his brothers, expelled from his heroic spirit, and even became displaced, he never showed any weakness; Just laughed it off, he has always been tough like ordinary people, and his stubbornness makes people feel distressed.

But it was also because of this that Jian Ge never felt that he needed to be loved, so he joked with him, made trouble for him, and held him back, never caring about anything.That's exactly what makes him feel so trustworthy.

But since meeting Nan Jiu, Mo Zhichen has changed, and his heart has gradually softened.

In fact, Jian Ge doesn't know about Nanjiu, but he can know a thing or two from the gossip news of unintentional believers in all directions. To Mo Zhichen, who has been lonely for too long, Nanjiu seems to be late Warmth and laughter, but now, this warmth is losing temperature a little bit.

Looking at myself again, I haven't even caught up with this temperature. Apart from a wry smile, I can deeply understand the pain of gaining and losing again.

Therefore, Jian Ge was very worried about Mo Zhichen's stubbornness today, and felt a little overwhelmed, so he comforted him, "Don't be sad, I will find a better doctor, and I will definitely cure the little general."

Mo Zhichen staggered suddenly, raised his head and laughed out loud, his shoulders were still shaking uncontrollably.

Jane Ge thought he was crazy.

He laughed and called out "Ah Jiu" tremblingly, but before he could take a step, he fell to the ground with a bang, and there was no more movement.

****

Mo Zhichen is sick.

The proud and unrestrained Mo Zhichen was finally crushed by days of fatigue and excessive injuries, and at the moment he was drinking the medicinal soup that Jian Ge handed over.

He drank it all in one gulp, turned over and was about to get out of bed without even raising his eyes.But with his body, he might not even be able to walk out the door.

Jian Ge reached out to stop him and asked him where he was going.

He only said three simple words, looking for Ah Jiu.The tone was still very stubborn, which made Jian Ge helpless.

So after a long while to adjust and tidy up, they sent someone to move the couches, put them side by side in Nanjiu room, and moved Mo Zhichen over.

For two days, the two patients were kept together.

Only then did Mo Zhichen regain some energy, so he slowly went over and held Nan Jiu's hand. Mo Zhichen was having a low fever, so he touched Nan Jiu's palm, which was still a little warm.

He leaned back the pillow again, and lay closer to him, his expression calmed down, and he was no longer so angry that he wanted to throw things to find a doctor.

Jian Ge stood in front of the desk and looked at it for a long time, seeing Mo Zhichen put his arms around Nan Jiu's shoulders and closed his eyes to rest, as if the two of them just had a nap together.

The more he watched, the more uncomfortable he became, his bright eyes wrinkled and deformed, and he suddenly picked up the inkstone on the table, poured his internal strength, and hit the ground with a "slap", and there was a sudden shattering sound in the dark room.

Mo Zhichen didn't even open his eyes, and patted Nan Jiu lightly like comforting a baby.

Jian Ge was terribly annoyed by his tepid performance, and said angrily, "Mo Zhichen, what are you doing like this!"

Mo Zhichen slowly opened his eyes, still turned his back to Jian Ge, brushed Nan Jiuyi's black hair, put it on his lips for a kiss, and said with a smile, "Of course it's my neck-to-neck sleep with the little general."

Jian Ge rushed over angrily and pulled him up from the bed.Mo Zhichen was sick and weak, and when he was forced to stand up, black hair ran down his back, and a pair of eyes on his slightly pale face stared at Jian Ge, without blinking.

Jian Ge was stunned for a moment, the look in his eyes was not the sadness he thought, but the aura of malaria thicker than ink and redder than blood, staring straight at him with the vigor of a beast sucking blood.

"You..." You were stunned for a moment, forgetting to reprimand him, and unconsciously let go of his hand.

Mo Zhichen shook Jian Ge's arm, turned around and hugged Nan Jiu, his movements were as gentle as before, as if Nan Jiu was a puppet carefully carved and depicted.

Such a contrast, so different from Mo Zhichen in the past, Jian Ge shook his head and said, "Mo Zhichen, are you going to die here with him?"

Mo Zhichen stroked Nan Jiu's bloodless lips, and said softly, "I want to stay with Ah Jiu, whether it's seven days or a lifetime."

No matter how long it took, I promised him that he would never leave again, never leave him behind, and let him face the darkness alone.Mo Zhichen smiled, my Ah Jiu will always be my little general from now on.

"Desert Dust—"

"The green spirit bamboo is in the warehouse at the back of the East Wing. It's in the top mahogany brocade box. You know where it is. If you want anything else, take it away. I'm useless." He said lightly.

"Others...it's nothing." The tone of the statement was flat, as if it was arranging the funeral.

Jian Ge's chest seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer, and she took a few steps back.This person is not Mo Zhichen, whom he has been close friends with for many years, not the evil Mo who laughs with a knife resting on his neck and doesn't move a bit!

He almost wanted to stay away from this deathly peace, but he felt that he couldn't swallow his breath. He took a few steps up and twisted Mo Zhichen's collar, looked straight into his lifeless eyes, and cursed, "You coward, you're a good friend!" You don’t save him, but die with him? Mo Zhichen, don’t let me look down on you!”

Seeing a round of dark light glowing in the round light brown, Mo Zhichen put one hand on Jian Ge's wrist, which was pulling the collar, his clenched veins protruded, and his deep voice was filled with anger, "Thanks to your good words, he still I'm going to die from poison in a week, what do you want from me, Jian Ge? Can you find Qingfeng's antidote or Mo Wanfeng?!"

Mo Zhichen finally understood why Mo Wanfeng said that he would regret it that day, and Mo Wanfeng knew this would be the end.His eldest brother, his senior brother, has been waiting for this day, waiting for him to be disheartened and desperate.

Jian Ge was surprised immediately, "He...was poisoned?"

Mo Zhichen didn't answer, but looked at him sternly.

Jian Ge understood, let go of her hands and stood with her head bowed, her wrists were pinched and bruised.

He really couldn't find either the antidote or Mo Wanfeng.Seeing Mo Zhichen's half-dead appearance now, he must have searched secretly in the past two days, and had no choice but to die with him.

Compared with Mo Zhichen, Mo Wanfeng is more cautious. The last time Mo Zhichen found someone to search for his entire Kunlun house, he will definitely be more careful now.If he really wants to hide, unless he shows up by himself, you won't be able to find him anywhere in the world.

But even so, he couldn't just watch Mo Zhichen go on like this, so he persuaded him, "There is no grass in the end of the world, there is no need for a strategy of unknown origin..."

"When do you give up on Mubai, come and tell me this sentence again." Mo Zhichen interrupted him.

This simple song is speechless.

Mo Zhichen turned around and lay on his side, his eyes were full of love and compassion, he stroked Nan Jiu's eyebrows over and over again, and asked him with a smile, "No grass can match my little general, Ah Jiu, are you right?"

Nan Jiu has been in a coma.

At this time, Jian Ge really felt that Mo Zhichen was crazy, and completely crazy.