At this time, how can the person in front of him say that he is also his own imperial nephew, how can he say it so easily?!

In terms of the amount of blood lost in this time, I am afraid that Mu Xuelun has never lost so much blood in his life.

Not to mention his blood......

Mu Xuelun's heart was extremely disgusted by what Mu Ziding said, but as soon as he changed his mind to withdraw his hand before, he maintained his previous posture and let Mu Qingyang keep sucking.

……

I don't know how long it has been, Mu Qingyang, who has been in the torment of "deep water", felt a little comfortable.

A coolness, like a clear spring, made her feel comfortable and comfortable everywhere she passed.

The "flames" in that body were extinguished little by little, and in her body it was as if there were two forces of ice and fire that were constantly contending, little by little, little by little......

It wasn't until later that it seemed to be fused, making Mu Qingyang's body feel a feeling that it had never felt before......

Seeing that Mu Qingyang was no longer actively sucking on the wound on his wrist.

Mu Xuelun slowly withdrew his hand, this time, Mu Qingyang did not "chase after him", but just squirmed his lower lip, and there was no other movement.

As if he had "eaten and drunk enough", Mu Qingyang slowly shrank his body into Mu Ziding's arms.

Mu Qingyang's seemingly casual action made Mu Ziding's body stiffen.

Looking at Mu Qingyang, who was rarely so "well-behaved", he subconsciously wanted to touch her head.

But as soon as he had this thought, he had the circle of chest wraps in his mind!

The hand that was already raised, just stayed in mid-air, and after hesitating for a long time, the hand clenched into a fist, and suddenly put it down.

Mu Ziding carefully helped Mu Qingyang to lie flat on the bed, and there was such a feeling of reluctance in his heart.

But no matter what, Mu Ziding still got up and looked at Mu Xuelun, who was already sitting at the table.

"Uncle Huang, I'll go prepare something for you and bandage your wounds. Mu Ziding thought that when Mu Xuelun just pulled out his wrist from Mu Qingyang's mouth just now, he saw that the wound on it was already white, and it was still swollen.

Mu Xuelun rarely raised his eyes and looked at Mu Ziding with a strange look.

That respectful attitude and rare humility, careful before, there is no zài between the curtain and himself.

Could it be that he just "saved" Mu Qingyang's life?!

"Hmph, no need. Mu Xuelun snorted coldly without appreciation, shook his sleeves, and subconsciously shrank his hand into his sleeve.

"Uncle Huang, your wound is very deep, you need to deal with it in time......" Mu Ziding's face was sincere.

If it was before, he would not have been "nosy" to Mu Xuelun, but just now Uncle Huang helped him a lot, not only saving Qing Yang, but also saving him.

Mu Ziding didn't imagine what would happen to Qing Yang if he lost his life at his own hands!

He didn't think about it, and he didn't dare to think about it.

Even if it was against the blood that Mu Xuelun had just lost, he would have to change his previous attitude towards Uncle Huang in the future.

So even if Mu Xuelun doesn't appreciate his affection and is lukewarm to himself, he will "repay his kindness".

"You don't have to worry about this king, you better take care of yourself first!" Mu Xuelun interrupted him as he pulled out a tight porcelain vase from his bosom.

It's just for a while, and the wound on Mu Ziding's wrist is still oozing with a little blood beads from time to time, and the wound on his neck is also palpitating.

"......" Mu Ziding pursed his lips, didn't say anything more, walked to Mu Xuelun's side and took the porcelain vase, and sat down obediently