Being touched like this by such a warm teenager, Mo Xueyan blushed uncontrollably.

The young man's eyes flashed quickly, it seemed that the woman did it on purpose, and the corners of her mouth hooked slightly.

"From below, it seems that the girl has amnesia because she hurt her head when she rolled down the low slope."

Amnesia, yes! Why didn't she think of such a good stalk, Mo Xueyan, as a street writer, you are really ashamed.

"Really? No wonder I can't remember anything, it turned out that I broke my head. ”

He smiled again, Mo Xueyan's two index fingers unconsciously aligned, lying to such a comfortable and warm perfect male god, it is really not an ordinary lack of heart! But there is no way.

"That girl, you have a good rest first, and go down to see if the medicine is ready." The young man said a word, got up and walked out of the cabin.

Mo Xueyan finally let out a sigh of relaxation, and then took a closer look at the place she was now, the wooden house, a wooden bed where she was lying, a wooden table, two chairs, there was nothing left, it was really poor.

got up and walked off the wooden bed, his feet touched the ground, and he grinned again, "Oops, it hurts, it hurts!" ”

Immediately sat on the edge of the bed, lifted the skirt and rolled up the trouser legs, and the calf was wrapped in a white cloth, no wonder it hurt so much.

"The perfect male god said that this body rolled down from a low slope, so it's no wonder that the body is so sore, the owner of this body is good, a fast, it's over, leave this pain to me, sad!"

The mouth kept muttering, and the face was even more distorted.

Outside the wooden house.

The young man looked at Mo Xueyan through the crack in the window.

Xiao Hongxie said in a low voice on the side: "Master, our people found out that this woman is the county lord of the Beiyue Mansion of the Qi Kingdom, but there is a very strange thing, the woman rescued by the national teacher of the Qi State lived in the Beiyue Palace and became the county lord of the Qiyan Kingdom. ”

The young man turned to look at Xiao Hongxie, "Hongxie, do you think that the national teacher of Qi has transferred the Beiyue County Lord." ”

Xiao Hongxie nodded and turned the bamboo flute in his hand, "Well, the woman rescued by the national teacher of Qi is Mo Xueyan, the concubine who left the Mo family and abandoned it in the branch next to Yancheng, and the subordinates feel that either there is a problem with that Mo Xueyan, or there is a problem with this county lord of Qiyan, otherwise why would the national teacher of Qi go to great lengths to transfer these two people?

And Yanya Mountain is full of mountains and rocks, even if the rain pours, the official road should not be so easy to slide, the most important point, according to what the master said, the carriage fell down the low slope and scattered, the horseman who drove the car fell into a blur of flesh and blood, this county lord is still alive, but only suffered a little skin injury. ”

"Hongxie, what you said is very right, what the national teacher of Qi was going to do, it has nothing to do with us, the reason why I saved this woman was just because I was curious, the person who had lost his breath actually came back to life, this strange situation, I only thought of one."

The boy said slowly, his finger tapping the window countertop.

"But now, Hongxie, you ask people to check what happened to the Wu Clan during my absence, the matter of the national teacher of Qi had nothing to do with us before, but now, if his matter conflicts with ours, then it will matter."

Xiao Hongxie understood, responded in a low voice, and left in a flash.

The boy went to the kitchen, took a bowl of medicine, and walked into the cabin.

Mo Xueyan was still chattering, complaining about her bad luck and sadness, and when she saw the young man walking in, she immediately stopped her words and stood up.

"Girl, why did you come down?" The young man walked to Mo Xueyan's side in two steps.

"Hehe, Brother Fairy, I've been lying in bed for too long, I can't sit still, so I'll come down and move." Mo Xueyan grinned at the corners of her lips.

"That's it! Then drink the medicine first. The young man handed the bowl to Mo Xueyan.

Mo Xueyan immediately covered her mouth and nose, it's so bitter! As soon as she smelled it, it was super bitter Chinese medicine, she was forced to drink it by her grandfather for so many years, every time she got sick, it was Chinese medicine, and now she was most afraid of this Chinese medicine.

"Brother Fairy, can you not drink it! I feel like I'm getting better. ”

I shook my head slightly, and I was fine.

"Girl, the medicine is good for the disease, you rolled down the hillside, although there are no internal injuries, but the external injuries cannot be ignored, and you also have amnesia, don't drink the medicine, if you become a fool, wouldn't you smash the signboard below, drink the medicine quickly, good."

The young man persuaded softly, and touched Mo Xueyan's head, Mo Xueyan was a nymphomaniac again, took the bowl and poured it, and then his face was distorted, and he was about to spit it out, the young man clicked on Mo Xueyan's neck, and Mo Xueyan swallowed it with a grunt.

"Ah, it's so bitter, it's so bitter."

Sticking out his tongue, tears came out, and suddenly there was a hint of sweetness in his mouth, maltose.

"It's not bitter now!" The young man Shu Ya smiled.

Mo Xueyan was a nymphomaniac again, holding her face with both hands, "Male god... Yes... Perfect male god..."

"Male god?" With a question, the young man looked at Mo Xueyan puzzled.

Mo Xueyan immediately came back to her senses, scratched her head and smiled, "Hehe, fairy brother, I just woke up, and when I saw you, I felt that the gods in the sky had descended to earth, male immortals, so I referred to it as male gods." ”

"That's it!" The young man nodded, the corners of his lips hooked slightly, this little girl really didn't blush when she lied one sentence after another.

"By the way, girl, do you remember your name, you can't always call it like that."

The young man sat down on a small stool next to the wooden bed and motioned for Mo Xueyan to sit down as well.

"My name?" Mo Xueyan pretended to think about it, twisted her brows and scratched her head, and it took a long time before her eyes lit up.

"Oh! I remember, I seem to be called... Called..., ah! By the way, Mo Xueyan, my name is Mo Xueyan, male god, what about you, what is your name! ”

looked at the boy, his eyes lit up, he looked so perfect, the name must be very good.

Listening to Mo Xueyan's name, the young man's eyes flashed again, and Danfeng's eyes narrowed slightly.

Is it really a forbidden technique? Could it be that the national teacher of Qi State transferred the soul of this Beiyue County Lord and the daughter of the Mo family? But it shouldn't be, the forbidden spell, Wu Wu is a holy witch, how can it be.

"Mo... Snow... Yan..., Mo Daoxue is faceless, but it is the purest color of heaven and earth, the girl's name is really a good name. The young man read Mo Xueyan's name in a loud voice, and suddenly, Fanghua smiled.

Mo Xueyan was crazy again, but said in a low voice: "Mo Daoxue is faceless, but it is the purest color of heaven and earth, what the male god said is really similar to what my grandfather said, but it's a pity that my grandfather has left." ”

Suddenly depressed, but only for a moment, he grinned again, and continued to look at the young man, "Male god, you haven't told me your name yet!" ”

"My name." The young man whispered, and the corners of his mouth hooked up with sadness, "I don't have a name, you can call me Di." ”

"Injury?" Mo Xueyan frowned, how could a person not have a name! And it is called by such a word.

"It's not an injury, it's a death." The young man took Mo Xueyan's hand and wrote a traditional Chinese 'mourning' on the palm of her hand.

Mo Xueyan thought about it for a long time before she knew which word the boy wrote.

殇, 殇折, 殇夭, represents a person who died at an early age or died fighting for the country, how could a male god call himself with such a word.

"Isn't it particularly unpleasant?" Seeing Mo Xueyan's reaction, the young man whispered, with a feeling in his voice that Mo Xueyan couldn't say, that is, he felt so sad and distressed.