"You're awake!"

When the boy opened his eyes, he found himself lying in a strange room, and it was a beautiful young man in a wheelchair who spoke. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

He recognized it at a glance, and in front of him was the hateful bastard who tied him up and caused him to faint.

"You fainted with a high fever, and it was the Ninth Master who brought you here."

As if he didn't see his anger, Mo Ye still recounted lightly, indifferent to his angry eyes.

As soon as he spoke, the boy bounced up from the bed as if he had been pricked by a needle, cursing through gritted teeth.

"Uncle Ben has become like this, and it's not thanks to you, a dead pervert, don't cry here and fake mercy."

Mo Xie knew that he regarded himself as Jiujiu, but he still felt uncomfortable, and his cold eyes quietly crossed a touch of anger.

Frowning slightly, he turned around and shook his wheelchair to hand the Chinese medicine that had been boiled on the table to him.

"Your fever hasn't subsided yet, drink this bowl of medicine quickly!"

The young man looked at the bowl of black potion and turned his head to sneer, "Hmph, what kind of conspiracy do you want to play?" ”

In the corner, the white tiger, who had been silent, finally couldn't help it, and played with the blade in his hand that was as thin as a cicada's wings, and snorted coldly:

"Why bother saving a thief, it's better for me to kill him."

As soon as the voice fell, his eyes instantly became sharp, his wrist flicked, and the blade in his hand flew straight towards the person on the bed.

The blade was almost brushed against his face, and the young man realized that there was a third person in the room besides them, and his face changed sharply.

It seemed that he could feel the cold air on the blade, and his already pale little face became more and more pale, and even his lips trembled slightly.

Taking this scene into his eyes, Mo Ye didn't say anything, still expressionless.

The effect he wanted had been achieved, and the white tiger withdrew his hand and looked at the young man coldly, then closed his eyes and hummed softly.

"If some people are so ignorant, I don't mind letting them know what I do!"

Mo Xie didn't pay attention to him, reached out and handed the steaming medicine in his hand to the young man, and said expressionlessly:

"Drink the medicine quickly, it will have no effect when the medicine is cold!"

"You don't need to be kind here!" The young man's face turned pale, and he subconsciously pushed him away.

But he didn't want to use too much force, so he directly pushed the wheelchair under him, and a bowl full of medicine was splashed on him.

Jiujiu and Shihe pushed the door in when they heard the sound, and what they saw was the scene of Mo Ye falling to the ground.

"Mo Xie (Evil Child)!" Jiujiu and Shihe's faces changed sharply, and they hurriedly stepped forward to help Mo Ye up.

The back of Mo Ye's slender and fair hand was already red and swollen, and blisters in the red and swollen areas were faintly visible.

"I'm fine!" Facing the anger in her eyes, Mo Ye silently retracted his hand, still calm.

Jiujiu took his hand and roared at him distressedly, "I still said it's okay, it's all swollen like this!" ”

Mo Xie withdrew his hand and hid it in his sleeve, showing a smile at her, "Go back and apply some medicine, and you'll be fine." ”

Jiujiu looked at his bland eyes, sighed, turned around, and glared at the culprit with a look of indignation.

The young man was stunned by her, and when he saw her and Mo Ye's exact same face, the whole person was stunned.

"I, Uncle Ben didn't mean it, Uncle Ben thought he was you!"

Jiujiu glared at him with a cold face, pressing step by step, "Then you mean it!" ”

The young man was angry, lifted the quilt and jumped up from the bed, "Fart, Uncle Ben is unhappy that you are a pervert, one person does things and one person is responsible, and the key is also to harm you." ”

Because Mo Ye was injured, Jiujiu was already in a bad mood, and the anger in his heart was instantly stirred up.

"White Tiger, if he doesn't drink it, forget it, take it out and feed the dog, whether he is dead or alive, throw it out to feed the dog together."

After speaking, he pushed Mo Ye out, until a cold snort came from behind him, and when he turned around, he found that Shi He was looking at him unhappily.

Jiujiu was a little discouraged, what she said was angry, not to mention that a large part of the reason for people's fever was herself.

Shi He finally pulled the person back from the ghost gate, and she couldn't really leave him alone.

"Get out, get out of here, Uncle Ben doesn't need your sympathy." The boy covered his head with the quilt and roared.

Just when he thought everyone was gone, the quilt was lifted vigorously.

Jiujiu looked at the red-eyed boy in the quilt with a black line on his face, and when he saw her, the boy jumped up.

There were still tears in the corners of his eyes, and he roared with red eyes, "You dead pervert, do you still have a sense of shame!" ”

Jiujiu looked at him with disdain, and snorted disdainfully, "Just your little body, I'm not interested in taking off my master!" ”

At this moment, the young man was annoyed by her words, and pounced forward, squeezing Jiujiu's neck and roaring.

"Labor and management strangle you, shameless dead pervert!"

What Su Mubai saw when he entered the door was this scene, knowing that the other party was not Jiujiu's opponent, but he still couldn't help but make a move.

Fei Fei waved the boy away with a palm, and retreated to a safe position with Jiujiu's waist, his eyes were so cold that it was terrifying.

It happened so suddenly that everyone was stunned.

Jiujiu reached out and touched his neck, watching the blood coming out of the corner of his mouth, but he still stared at his young man fiercely.

"Mu Bai, help the little master pour the medicine for him!"

"Dead perverted, Uncle Ben won't let you go if he's a ghost......" The heart-rending curse came to an abrupt end.

The young man shook his head, but he couldn't move a bit, so he could only watch Su Mubai, who had a gloomy face, approach with a medicine bowl.

Finally, a bowl of medicine was forcibly poured down, and once it was out of control, the boy lay on the side of the bed and retched.

Jiujiu looked at this scene with his arms folded expressionlessly, "If you dare to vomit, the master will pour it again until you don't vomit." ”

Gritting his teeth and looking at Jiujiu, the young man roared angrily, "Dead pervert, Uncle Ben is going to break your body into ten thousand pieces!" ”

Jiujiu smiled contemptuously, very disdainful of his invincible appearance, "Let's take care of your little body first, if you want to kill the master, you still have to cultivate for a few more years." ”

After speaking, he turned around and pushed Mo Ye away in a chic manner, quite a feeling of waving his sleeves without taking away a cloud.

Even if the young man was very unwilling, he had no choice but to use a little strength in his whole body, so he could only watch her walk away.

Seeing their figures disappear at the door, Shi He glanced at the young man expressionlessly, turned around and followed.

Mo Ye's scald has already been medicated, and the rest is a matter of time.

"Nine girls, do you want to live with this face for the rest of your life?"

In the gazebo, looking at Jiujiu with a comfortable face and closing his eyes, Shi He couldn't help but sigh lightly, "It's been three years since the incident, it's time to let go!" ”

Hearing his sigh, Jiujiu's eyelids moved slightly, "Shihe, there are some things that you can't let go of for the rest of your life!" (To be continued.) )