A few minutes later...

Mu smiled and changed his clothes, and his hair was still dripping and walked out of the room.

"Come here." Zhang Yan sat on the sofa and said.

Mu smiled and nodded, walked to the sofa and sat down, saying, "The price of clothes is not cheap." ”

"If I want to buy it, I can buy famous brands, of course it's not cheap." Zhang Yan said, pulling up Mu Yanxiao's injured hand: "Tsk, my magic weapon is still so ruthless." ”

"Your magic weapon is poisonous?" Mu asked with a smile staring at his hand.

"It's just a small spell to slow down wound healing, it's not poisonous." Zhang Yan said easily, and untied the gauze little by little.

Mu smiled and bit his lip and said, "Can you light it up." ”

"Who bandaged you, it's too unprofessional." Zhang Yan complained while explaining.

The corners of Mu Yanxiao's mouth twisted: "I bandaged it myself." ”

"No wonder." Zhang Yan said that the gauze was completely uncovered.

Mu smiled and stared at his blurred wound stained with blood, tears in his eyes.

The corners of Zhang Yan's mouth hooked, and he took out a small bottle from his antique medicine box and said, "I heard your master say that you are very fond of deflating your mouth and crying, and now it seems that it is true." As he spoke, he used his thumb to push away the cork that was blocking the mouth of the bottle.

Mu Yanxiao touched his nose with his good hand and said, "I don't like to cry, it's just that I feel sorry for myself." ”

"Well, then all I can say is that you really love yourself." As he spoke, he sprinkled the blue glowing powder from the bottle on Mu Yanxiao's wound.

Mu Yan laughed and hissed, gasping coldly.

"It hurts." Zhang Yan asked as he spoke.

"It must have hurt." Mu said with a smile, pursing his lips tightly.

"It stands to reason that you are older than your mother when the wind rose, and she beat you like that, and if you don't fight back, I'm afraid it is..."

"Don't mention my age, I'm just too lazy to do anything with his mother."

"Are you afraid of getting angry when the wind rises?"

Mu smiled and turned his face away and was silent.

Zhang Yan smiled: "Okay, I won't ask you anymore." ”

At the same time, Liu Xian and Fan Yan knocked on the door gently.

Zhang Yan put the bottle back into the ancient medicine box and asked, "Who?" As he spoke, he spread his hands and conjured a roll of gauze.

"We." Liu Xian responded.

"Come in." Zhang Yan said, and began to bandage Mu Yanxiao's wounds.

Mu smiled and lowered his head and swallowed his throat.

When Liu Xian heard this, he made eye contact with Fan Yan, opened the door and walked in first, Fan Yan followed in, and closed the door with his backhand.

Zhang Yan knotted the gauze, looked up at the two of them and asked, "Something?" ”

"It's okay, I just saw you come back, come and have a look." Fan Yan whispered.

Zhang Yan stood up, bent down to pick up the antique medicine box, and said, "You saw her when you were on duty just now." ”

"Hmm." Liu Xian nodded and said, "We saw you just now, especially her, but because of work, we didn't speak." ”

"Okay, you talk." Zhang Yan said, carrying the ancient medicine box and walking towards the room.

Mu smiled and buried his head and didn't say a word.

Liu Xian looked at Zhang Yan's back carefully, and hurriedly stepped up and asked, "Who beat you?" ”

Mu smiled silently.

Fan Yan looked at Liu Xian, who asked so bluntly, and said, "Mu Yanxiao, have you been wronged by anything?" ”

"Nope." Mu smiled faintly and spit out two words.

"Can you lift your face then?" Fan Yan said gently.

Mu smiled and touched his nose lightly and said, "You guys go and rest, I want to be quiet alone for a while." ”