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Mo Shaojie's screams were particularly piercing.

After An Xiaomi cleaned his wound, she helped him rub his red and swollen arm: "It turns out that you still know the pain, and you still know the name?" ”

Listening to An Xiaomi's cool words, Mo Shaojie was so angry that he wanted to spurt blood: "Nonsense, the injury is not on you, otherwise you will try?" ”

An Xiaomi glared at him: "Then you are still fighting with Gong Qianhan?" ”

"Do you have a conscience, you impostor, I was injured to save you." Mo Shaojie said very unhappily.

"Gong Qianhan didn't embarrass me, it was you who didn't listen to me and fought him." An Xiaomi continued: "Besides, you know that you can't beat him, and you still have to-"

Mo Shaojie snorted and whispered, "It's not all for you." ”

He is a dignified person, although he acts in a low-key manner at the British Imperial Royal Academy, but he doesn't want to lose face, in the face of Gong Qianhan's martial arts high, it's not a big deal, and he doesn't want to go up and touch a gray nose, okay?

In the British Emperor, there are only a handful of people who can beat Gong Qianhan, he and Gong Qianhan are usually innocent, although he is not used to seeing the other party's cold and hard appearance, but he has never clashed head-on.

This time he risked a huge risk to hit a stone with an egg, and it wasn't for this impostor!

Today he was beaten by Gong Qianhan and his strength was very inferior, right? If the sons and ladies of other families know about it, he Mo Shaojie might as well find a hole to get into.

Hmph, in the face of his sacrifice, she didn't comfort herself, she was still sarcastic.

An Xiaomi heard him speak, but she didn't hear what he said, so she asked, "What did you say?" ”

"It's nothing, the young master is just happy."

Hmph, I'm mad at him!

Obviously, this impostor is very excessive, but he can't be angry with her.

Thinking about it, Mo Shaojie felt that he was very cheap, and he wanted to slap himself.

"Happy?" An Mi stretched out the bruised part of his face and pressed it hard.

"Whew, you tap!" Mo Shaojie's screams pierced the sky again.

*

When An Xiaomi finished treating Mo Shaojie's wounds, she began to pack up the medicines.

Mo Shaojie looked at the wounds on his body that had been treated, and couldn't help asking, "Have you studied medicine?" ”

"Nope." An Mi returned while cleaning up.

"Really?" Mo Shaojie couldn't help but sigh: "When you clean and bandage your wounds, you are quite skilled. ”

A meal for Ann Millet.

Skilled?

Over the years, she has suffered countless injuries, and because they are all minor, she is also used to wiping her own wounds and dealing with small scars.

And her good friend Zhang Xiaoxing has become a passerby in her life. Although, she felt sorry for Zhang Xiaoxing's behavior, but now that she thinks about it, without Zhang Xiaoxing, she would not have learned martial arts, and without Zhang Xiaoxing, she would not have worked so hard in those years.

Without so much effort, there would be no where she is now.

Jin can be a female man a dozen ten, and he can disguise himself as a soft and cute little Zhengtai.

At this moment, her heart suddenly felt a little relieved. Even she couldn't explain why she had such a change in mood.

Perhaps, this is growth.

Learn to forgive in the years, and learn to let go in the time.

"What's wrong?" Mo Shaojie saw the sadness in An Xiaomi's eyes, and his heart beat for no reason: "You look sad." ”

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