I saw a handsome and enchanting man lying quietly on the bedding stained red with blood.

The man's eyes were closed, his long and thick eyelashes drooped down at the roots, and a light-colored tear mole was dotted under the corner of his eye, adding an indescribable style.

The face is angular, the body is reclining, and a waterfall of ink hair spreads out from the neck, revealing only one side of the perfectly fair face.

Qingshuang has seen a lot of men, and the demon is also an immortal, and everything she has seen is not small.

It's the man in the mortal world, the underworld, and even the demon race, she has never seen such a person.

Immortals, demons, demons......

In him, she could feel the breath of almost all races.

Dangerous and mysterious, but you can't help but want to get closer.

Who is this person?

Before Qingshuang could figure it out, she sensed that there was no breath of that little thing on the bed.

His eyebrows jumped fiercely, and Qingshuang couldn't care about the man's origin, so he immediately stepped forward quickly.

It was really that the beast form of the black unicorn was too different from the ontological aura after Mo Xian's transformation, so that Qingshuang didn't associate him with that stupid little beast at all.

When he got closer, he was about to wake up the strange man, when he saw the man slowly open his eyes.

It was a pair of eyes as blue as the sea, clean and gentle, and seemed to be able to contain everything.

But the moment I saw her, the light that bloomed from the bottom of my eyes was more dazzling than the thousands of stars in the dark.

At that moment, Qingshuang unconsciously held her breath and looked at the man on the bed blankly.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he could see the frost, and Mo Xian was undoubtedly pleasantly surprised.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to call her, a extreme pain from the tearing of the muscles and veins in his body made him faint again.

So, Qingshuang watched the handsome man in front of him turn into a black and hairy ball in the next moment.

Qingshuang: "......"

The hand holding the medicine trembled unconsciously.

Wait, is she mistaken?

The mysterious man just now, in fact, this little thing changed?

Or maybe there are no men at all, all of them are imaginary ......

The more Qingshuang thought about it, the more she felt that it was possible, probably because she hadn't been in contact with the outside world for too long, and now she felt that she was a man with clear eyebrows even when she looked at a stupid and cute little beast.

It may also be the sequelae of her previous attack by the Demon King's Scepter, which made her have this unrealistic illusion.

Raising his hand and rubbing his sore eyebrows, the more Qingshuang thought about it, the more chaotic it became, and he no longer dwelled on this problem, sat down on the edge of the bed, bent down, and fed the decoction to Mo Xian one bite at a time.

After feeding the medicine, Qingshuang used a little magic power to urge the medicine in Mo Xian's body to exert its effect faster.

Feeling that the muscles and veins in Mo Xian's body and other injuries were healing rapidly, Qingshuang also breathed a sigh of relief.

Luckily, nothing happened to this little thing......

As soon as this thought popped up in his mind, Qingshuang's relaxed expression suddenly froze after he reacted.

Why should she worry about it!

It's the son of her father-killer!

There is only a relationship between them with exploitation and hatred!

……

Only, this time it saved her.

Then what she did was to repay its kindness.

Although she wants to avenge her father, she also has kindness to repay.

Thinking of his father, Qingshuang's purple eyes faintly flashed blood, and his gaze slowly fell back to Mo Xian's body, and his expression gradually became cold.

There will be no next time.

She wouldn't let it happen a second time.

Everything, that's it.