Aunt Lei saw that Mu Ling ran away, and knew that she would not ask her for this money, holding the four hundred yuan, she only felt warm in her heart, and silently recorded the kindness in her heart.

Thinking of Mu Lingluo's help to her family, she was even more determined to repay her in the future.

She wiped her tears and went back to her room to deliver the good news to Thunderstorm.

Mu Ling fell back to the room, and saw that Su Zimo had finished bathing, and was sitting on the edge of the bed at this time, and his whole person was filled with a puff of moisture, which added a bit of hazy and sexy to him.

Mu Lingluo didn't twist this time, he went directly to wash himself, and then climbed into bed.

"Today is the same as yesterday, you and I sleep on one side, and we have to get up early tomorrow, so let's rest today!" Mu Lingluo took off his coat, got into the quilt first, put the pillow between the two of them, carried him, and said sullenly.

Su Zimo also took off her clothes properly, covered the quilt, looked at her with her back to herself, hooked her lips, and answered in a low voice.

The two fell asleep peacefully.

Outside the window, the cold wind howled, the night became more and more intense, and the bright moon in the sky shed a cold glow.

A small black shadow shuttled through the quiet and dark village as quickly as lightning, and the little black shadow landed outside the courtyard of the Lei family with dexterous steps, looking at the fence that was one person high, it jumped, but it was unsuccessful, and fell to the ground and rolled.

It couldn't help but snort, and in annoyance it ploughed the ground with its front legs, and with some effort, it still fell, and it roared at the fence in annoyance, and slapped it hard with its little paws.

Its strength was so small that the fence didn't move, and it was so angry that it had to find another way to start spinning around the perimeter of the fence.

The cold wind was cold, and at last it really found a small hole under the fence, and it shook its little tail, paused, and then gritted its teeth, and arched into the fence, its head was round, and the hole was too small, and it couldn't arch into it, and it pricked its two little round ears.

It is also a clever one, and when it saw that its head could not get in, it changed its small butt and arched its head inside, and first stretched its hind legs and tail in, and the butt went in. But when I got to my head, I was still stuck.

This time, it couldn't retreat, it couldn't get in, it was so anxious that it wanted to scream, but thinking that there were people in the house, it could only make a pitiful sound and gouge its front legs, but the partial fence was stuck in its round neck, and it hurt vigorously.

It was very anxious, but it couldn't move, and it was frustrated. When its strength was exhausted, it could only lie on its stomach and gasp.

If it had known this, it shouldn't have drilled this little hole, it was a shame. However, those two people didn't wait for it today, which was too much!

If it is slaughtered and eaten tomorrow, what will it be? Thinking of this, it is called a grievance.

Compared with the bleak situation outside, Su Zimo's current situation is not very good, his beautiful and handsome brows are frowned tightly, and layers of sweat are overflowing on his forehead.

In the dream, there is a bleak scene of the setting sun, the sword light and sword shadow, the mournful wail, the neighing of the horses, the muffled sound of the sword entering the body, and the blood in front of the eyes.

Blood, red blood everywhere, miserable deaths everywhere, blazing fire everywhere......

There were cheers in my ears again, and the whole camp was full of joy, and the faces of the soldiers who came and went were full of joy and burdens......

"General, the Holy Lord has sent someone to send a holy decree, and you can return to Beijing to celebrate your victory in the war."

"Lord Wang, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has prepared a celebration banquet for you, waiting for your return."

It should have returned victoriously, who knows......

Su Zimo only felt a pain in his shoulder, the whole person suddenly opened his eyes, sat up suddenly, raised his hand to cover his shoulder, and suddenly came back to his senses, it turned out to be a dream, but he was already dripping with cold sweat and cold and wet shirt.

His bloodstained faces seemed to flash in front of him, his fingertips seemed to be sticky with blood, and he seemed to hear a wail in his ears.

He raised his hand and pressed his forehead, gasping lowly, like a beast, adding a bit of hideousness to the silent night.

In the dream, some people called him a general, and some people called him a prince...... So, who is he? What are those places in your dreams?

He tried to remember, but the more he thought about it, the more his head ached. It was as if another hammer was smashing vigorously, and it lasted for a long time, so that he couldn't help but clench the bedpost, and with a slight force, the sturdy bedpost made a clicking sound.

Mu Lingluo seemed to hear bursts of panting and groaning in her ears dimly, noisy, she rubbed her eyes, turned over, and saw Su Zimo, who was supposed to be sleeping next to her, was pounding her head with one hand at this time, as if the pain was unbearable.

She suddenly fell asleep, hurriedly got up, grabbed his hand, stopped his movements, and asked urgently, "Amo, Amo, what's wrong with you?" ”

Su Zimo turned around suddenly, pressed her on the bed, his dark eyes were as fierce and terrifying as a tiger at this time, his forehead was full of cold sweat, and his face was actually painful.

“…… Pain...... Headache ......"

Mu Lingluo couldn't care about their posture at this time, she raised her hand and touched Su Zimo's forehead, but it was cold, and she hurriedly comforted: "Don't worry, you lie down first, and I'll give you an injection." ”

Saying that, she helped Su Zimo to lie down, then went to light the lamp on the table, picked up the cup on the table and put some stream water, took the lamp and cup to the bedside, she first fed the painful Su Zimo to drink water, and then took a silver needle to prick him with several acupuncture points on his head.

The stream at the entrance eased him a lot, and Mu Lingluo gave him an injection, and the surging pain like a tide slowly subsided, and his frowning brows relaxed and slowly closed his eyes.

Mu Lingluo was so troubled that most of her drowsiness went away, she checked his pulse, and when she saw that the pulse was thin and stable, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing that his forehead was full of cold sweat, she wiped him with a handkerchief, and her fingers touched the bridge of his handsome nose, and she couldn't help but sigh lowly when she saw his handsome face.

He forcibly recalled the local pain in his head caused by the past, and his brain was too complicated for her to explain. It's just that this is also a good thing, indicating that the lump has slowly dissipated!

"Sleep well, you'll be fine tomorrow." She whispered, tucking the quilt over him.

Since she was no longer sleepy, Mu Lingluo saw that Su Zimo was also sleeping smoothly, so she had other things to do.

She was with a lot of people now, and it was inevitably inconvenient to get in and out of the space. Now in the dead of night, isn't it a good time to sort out her harvest for the day.

Thinking about it, she thought silently in her heart, and the whole person disappeared into the house.