Even Chu Qiao, who was blocking her nostrils, felt the anger swept by Mo Qiye, and the huge sense of oppression of the 100,000 army made her instantly let go of the hand pinching her nose.

"Seventh Master, I didn't mean to, I'll wipe it for you."

After a period of scramble, the bloody fingers on Mo Yao's T-shirt turned into countless bloody handprints, stacked horizontally and vertically on his chest.

Mo Yao darkened her handsome face and stared at her viciously, "Stinky woman, are you looking for death!" ”

The sound was like thunder on the ground, and Chu Qiao was speechless.

I swear, I really didn't mean to...... Chu Qiao opened a pair of big black eyes, full of innocents from all over the world.

The woman in front of her was at a loss, looking unlucky when she tripped over her foot and hit the south wall, and her nosebleed was still gurgling.

Somehow, the anger that Mo Qiye had surged along the way actually miraculously calmed down. The red liquid sparkled like beads, snaking and falling, dissolving into small gorgeous flowers on her chest.

"Little brother, my nose is bleeding again." The little girl with a pair of pigtails raised her little head at Xiao Moyao, with a somewhat coquettish expression, which was very distressing.

When she was a child, she had nasal mucosal ulcers and often had nosebleeds, so he took the initiative to ask Ying to take care of her.

Xiao Moyao looked around, pointed to the small river not far away, and said, "There is water over there, I'll take you to wash it." ”

After walking a few steps, the little girl squatted on the ground and played, "Little brother, I lost too much blood and can't walk." ”

"Come up, little brother is carrying you." He squatted down beside her, and the doting in his words and actions was naturally envious of the children next to him.

When he was a teenager, he had a habit of cleanliness, but he never disliked the nosebleed she stained him.

"Little brother, am I heavy?"

"It's not heavy."

"Then will you carry me on my back for the rest of your life?"

"Okay."

She was two years younger than him, and she was nearly two heads shorter than him, lying on his back, like a child on his back. Taking care of her all her life is a belief he has cultivated since then.

Chu Qiao looked at Mo Yao, his eyes were affectionate, even his cold and gloomy temperament was neutralized by this affection, and the whole person looked a little warm. Is he looking at another person through her? Chu Qiao had this illusion for the second time.

Stretched out a blood-red palm and shook it in front of his eyes, "Seventh Master." ”

The thoughts in Mo Yao's immersed memories were instantly pulled back to reality, and his eyes suddenly turned cold, as if he had changed people.

Chu Qiao was taken aback, the speed at which you changed your face must have inherited a certain Sichuan opera.

"Clean yourself up." Mo Yao coldly dropped a sentence and turned around and walked out of the bathroom.

"Inexplicable!" Chu Qiao muttered something to Mo Yao's back, and when she glanced at the mirror, she startled herself.

On his face, his clothes were full of blood, and the nosebleeds were still jumping down one after another, Chu Qiao was in a hurry again, and began to put his face to the water tap, stretching out his palm to take over and pat it on his nose.

Her hair fell into the water, and her water-stained paws flicked casually. The water from the faucet splashed and flew down on her clothes, and after a while, her chest and pants were wet.

When she raised her head again, she looked like a wolf bèi who had fallen into soup.

"Stupid!" The cold and dissatisfied voice of a violent man floated in her ears, and a towel was smashed into her face, "Wipe yourself clean!" ”

Chu Qiao caught the towel, and before he could start wiping it, the violent man threw something over again-

Xiaoyan came to ask for a collection again, and asked for a recommendation