With Mo Qingtian's order, the guards didn't dare to delay, and they stepped forward to drag Mo Jiu away.

But the next moment, the guards couldn't help but stop, just because Mo Jiu's gaze was too cold.

After a while, they realized their gaffe, and when they came back to their senses, they were about to come forward to arrest someone, when Mo Jiu's cold voice sounded.

"Who dares to step forward? The firewood master will go over by himself. ”

Mo Jiu raised his eyes lazily, and the coldness in his eyes made people shudder.

Since Mo Jiu said that he wanted to go over by himself, the guards didn't have to come forward to arrest her again. The guards paused, relieved.

Mo Jiu walked up to Song and stopped, took out a porcelain vase, and handed it to Song.

The ointment in the porcelain bottle was mixed by her on the road, and she tried it on herself, and the effect was good. The effect is many times slower than drinking the spring water, but it also relieves the itchiness after drinking the spring water. It is definitely a miracle medicine for trauma.

The small porcelain bottle was originally filled with some mosquito repellent ointment, but the appearance of the medicine bottle was more quaint, and she used it as a vessel for holding trauma medicine.

"Mother, this is the medicine to be smeared, remember to apply it to the wound every day. Don't worry about it, Mo Jiu will definitely come back unscathed soon, during which she must take care of herself, but don't be bullied by some traitors. ”

Song's face was blurred as if it was blood or tears. She reached out and touched Mo Jiu's cheek, choked up, and said, "Jiu'er, my mother is fine, my mother is waiting for you to come out of the firewood room." ”

Song was an insignificant person to an outsider like Mo Jiu, but for some reason, the feeling she gave Mo Jiu was like a relative she hadn't seen for a long time, which stimulated the softest part of her heart.

Mo Jiu himself doesn't know why he wants to be so soft on her, maybe it's because of the relationship between the biological mother of this body? After all, with this body, it will always be affected by some of the original owner's emotions.

After Mo Jiu told her a few more times to apply the medicine well, he turned around and strode away.

As he walked past the boy, the boy said in a whisper that only the two of them could hear, "Where's the wrench?" ”

This sentence was like a thunder that suddenly fell in the daytime, which made Mo Jiu's calm heart flutter for a moment.

At this time, the young man lifted his wrench, does it mean that he has seen through her identity? If he saw through her identity, was his purpose really just to get his fingers back? Or is there another intention?

Mo Jiu's mind was racing, but his face was indeed light and light. even raised his eyebrows to express his puzzlement.

"Envoy, are you asking me for a wrench?"

Mo Jiu's voice was not high, but it still made the people around him listen, and everyone was shocked.

In the country of Yunhai, the finger is a token of love. Most women will ask the man of their choice for a wrench to express their affection. If a man gives his wrench to a woman, it means that the two are happy and the marriage contract is formed.

Everyone looked at the young man with strange expressions, which made the young man who was originally a tall man squint his phoenix eyes, and his whole body was full of gloom.

This is to blame the wrong person, Mo Jiu actually doesn't understand the meaning of the wrench.

The original owner was raised as a boy since he was a child, and he has been living a hard life, and he has no friends around, and the Song family did not tell her about the matter between men and women out of guilt for his daughter.

After Mo Jiu said this, she realized that the atmosphere around her was strange, but since the words had been spoken, she didn't intend to take them back, so she looked at the young man who was suddenly angry.