Seeing Mo Jiu holding the towel and stunned for a moment, Wuchen's soft voice sounded in his ears like a charm.

"Familiar?"

Mo Jiu pressed the affirmative reply that he was about to blurt out, and said with a very light expression: "See you for the first time." Very special cloth. ”

Wuchen kept observing Mo Jiu's expression, making sure that he couldn't see any different colors on Mo Jiu's face, and said, "You can use it to wipe your face, it's cleaner than an ordinary cloth." ”

Mo Jiu finally understood why the towel in his hand was so familiar. She had used some modern tools when she first crossed over, including some surgical tools and tents.

And at that time, in order to chase the soul of the original owner, she left a lot of things in place and left. By then, Wuchen had regained his senses.

Since he put away the towel, he probably put away all the other tools. And throwing her a towel at this time should be a test of her. Could it be that he was suspicious of her identity?

Mo Jiu didn't say anything more, just picked up the towel and buried the puzzled look in his eyes into the towel.

When she wiped it clean and looked up again, she saw that her wrist was grabbed, and Wuchen's slightly angry voice rang in her ears.

"You're not dirty. How did the wound on the face come about? ”

Mo Jiu tugged at his wrist that was scratched painfully, and said unhurriedly: "The sand and stones in the land were scratched when I was caught by the dryad. Out of the way. ”

Wuchen's brows frowned heavily, and he reached out and took out a small porcelain bottle from his sleeve pocket, opened the lid and took out some blue ointment, and gently applied it to Mo Jiu with his fingertips.

I don't know if it's the relationship between the ointment or the temperature of the dust-free fingers, there is a slight coolness from the wound.

It was just an ointment, and the dustless expression was extremely serious, as if he was carving a perfect work of art, his fingers light and meticulous.

Wuchen was very close to Mo Jiu, and Mo Jiu looked at the beautiful young man in front of him in a daze.

The soft light hit the young man's delicate face, and he looked a little more calm and resolute than before, which was very different from his original clear and dusty temperament, but exuded a unique and charming temperament, which made people unconsciously attracted by it.

After the boy finished applying the ointment, his brow was still frowning when he raised his eyes.

"If I had known that all these injuries on your face were caused by that dryad, it wouldn't have been so simple as letting her soul fly......"

Mo Jiu bent his eyebrows when he heard this, and couldn't help laughing, and said, "It's just some skin injuries, and the soul is not a punishment, so what?" Can't you cook it and eat it? ”

Wuchen saw that Mo Jiu seemed to have regained his usual temper, his eyebrows frowned, and his eyes deepened.

After staring at Mo Jiu in silence for a moment, Wuchen closed his eyes and began to meditate cross-legged.

Mo Jiuben just wanted to make a joke, but when he saw Wuchen ignoring her, he suddenly felt bored and kept silent.

Wuchen was meditating to recover her spiritual power, which was not to be disturbed at this time, but she didn't have anything to do, so she got up and began to explore carefully in this small hole.

It is said to be an exploration, but in fact, this place is only a square inch of land, and there is nothing outside the surrounding earthen walls.

Mo Jiu had just reached out to touch a wall of earth, when suddenly the walls around him began to shake violently.

And the shaking became bigger and bigger, and even the ground began to shake violently, and the soil above the head fell off piece by piece, and the surrounding soil walls began to crack.

At this time, Mo Jiu was a little difficult to even stand firm due to the sudden vibration, let alone the pace of movement.