Mo Cang knew that he was asleep, and this time was not short. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

She almost lived through the thirteen years of her life in a dream. Even the details of her summer afternoon, when she was eating snacks, dropped the dregs on the ground, it was as if she had really lived again.

She didn't have any particularly sober consciousness on the smiling face of the third master, but she still opened her mouth to respond: "Hmm." ”

This opening made Mo Nangui frown, why is this little girl so hoarse and terrible? Could it be that there was something wrong with his potion?

He is an out-of-the-world person who is not informal, except for the pile of herbs and medical skills, he doesn't care about anything, and the ups and downs of Lu Songshan have long been accustomed to his style, so for his turn to tinker with the dry flowers and plants, the brothers and sisters who lie down and stand don't go to their hearts.

Senior Brother Yi lost weight.

Mo Cang only glanced at him and came to a positive conclusion.

is a young man in his early twenties, his posture is as tall as a pine, and his gestures are full of graceful temperament, and Moyi people are as his name suggests, he can really afford to be a chic and elegant, and he will not really care about everything in his heart. This is also the reason why many brothers in the sect admire him and why he can afford to take on great responsibilities.

Disciplined and impartial, any narrowness and prejudice are like a haze to see the warm and bright sunshine in his place, nowhere to hide, and finally disappear.

He was originally thin and powerful, but now he has lost a few points, although he still looks energetic, but the tight eyebrows seem to be uneven, which Mo Cang has never seen.

She couldn't help but feel guilty and blame herself.

The master is gone, she is in pain and sadness, but she should not blame the senior brother, she must be very sad these days when she is sick.

"Senior Brother Yi......"

Mo Cang's voice was very small, his dry voice didn't listen carefully, and he was as jerky as talking to an old lady, but in the sound of Mo Nan's ghost tinkering with herbs, Mo Yi still keenly captured this sentence.

His eyes lit up, he took a step forward, he was patient and meticulous as he had never been, and even bent down slightly: "Little junior sister, I'm here." Do you want to drink water? ”

As an impartial person, he rarely reveals partiality and care in his words. Although he cares about everyone in the sect equally, it is only a responsibility and his charitable nature, and it has nothing to do with who he is close to in his heart.

Mo Yi has always been very indifferent to the concept of intimacy.

However, these days when Mo Cang was unconscious, he was really anxious.

In the first few days, he couldn't even practice peacefully on the cliff peak, the momentum was like a bamboo, and the momentum seemed to reach the morning glow on the horizon, and the brilliant color always reminded him of his junior sister when he was a child, such a small snow-white ball, his face was flushed, and he chased after his ass and shouted "senior brother" inarticulately.

At that time, he learned to restrain his emotions, although he wanted to stop and hug her affectionately like Mo Qing and Mo Che under the master's seat, and then rub it on her tender little face, but Mo Yi still controlled his emotions very well.

Looking at the red sun that was about to burst out, the hard lines on his face were rarely a little softer.

At that time, even if he refused coldly, the little junior sister was not discouraged, she still followed him around sweetly, stomped her feet in a clear and clear manner, and said that her sister-in-law's little junior sister was holding and petting, and she couldn't withstand Mo Yi's cold preaching.

He has a sense of pride and accomplishment as a senior brother in his heart, but he never says it or shows it.

When Mo Cang was in a coma, there was a heavy fog on Lusong Mountain one day, obviously there was no rain or wind, but the weather was gloomy, and it was overwhelming and breathless.

Mo Yi couldn't move and wanted to get up in the morning to practice. But on the day of his birth, he was so unhappy that he even had a bamboo branch that almost fell on him. He withdrew his hand uneasily, and unconsciously walked to the Huatuo Pavilion of the Third Master.

Only then couldn't help but smile bitterly, whether he admitted it or not, the facts were in front of him, and he remembered this little girl in his heart.

He had never been so clearly aware that he was concerned about someone from the bottom of his heart, worried about her life and death, and sincerely wanted her to wake up from the bottom of his heart, and considered everything from the perspective of another person.

The thought that Mo Cang might not wake up made him feel like his head was about to explode.

At this moment, he suddenly realized that the little heel worm back then had already become his own sister, whose blood was thicker than water. He didn't know how others spoiled his sister, but Mo Yi tried his best to be a good brother.

I don't care about the rules of the sect anymore, I don't have to care about the eyes of others, I just want to protect this little girl behind me, no matter what it is, I will never let her bear it alone.

Her shoulders were too delicate.

Mo Cang naturally didn't know what Mo Yi was thinking, but he knew that he felt nervous because of himself, and he also understood that the more he was like usual now, the more he could completely put his mind at ease, and he would not be restrained.

She twisted her delicate eyebrows slightly, glanced at the Mo Nan ghost who had her back to the two, and then pointed to her mouth, her face wrinkled like a little bitter melon.

I have to say that the tacit understanding between the two brothers and sisters is still very high in this regard.

Mo Yi nodded clearly, then went to the table to get a bowl, poured some water, quietly took out a paper bag from his sleeve, and brought it to her after reconciliation.

Mo Nan Ghost seemed to have eyes on his back, and he turned around and looked at the ghost brother and sister for a long time before he landed on the bowl that Mo Yi was holding.

"What's in that bowl?"

Mo Yi was feeding her water, unprepared for being yelled at by him, his hand shook and almost spilled the water, and hurriedly said: "It's nothing, just, it's just, Cang'er is thirsty, give it to her, pour water for her to drink......"

Alas, her senior brother Yi is really a good child, but he stuttered after just two sentences.

Mo Cang hurriedly rounded the field, afraid that the third master would find something, so he took the bowl and took a few sips, and then swallowed it all, and there was not a drop of water left.

"Look, Third Master, I'm just a little thirsty."

Her flowers are as sweet as her flowers, and her big eyes are crooked, which makes people's hearts soften into a puddle of water when they look at them.

Mo Nan ghost doesn't believe her, this dead girl has been a ghost since she was a child, he has lived for most of his life, can he still be fooled by her? He snatched the bowl with his hand, sniffed it and exploded.

On that day, many of the brothers and sisters in the backyard of the sect heard the roar of the third master.

"Dare to trick me into secretly drinking sugar water! Yes? My decoction is too bitter? You two little bunnies, get out of here! In the future, I will not be allowed to enter this Huatuo Pavilion for a single step! (To be continued.) )