Mo Shengyun's expression was very indifferent, as if it was not himself who was hurt.

So she said, this person's expression is too deceptive, on the surface it is light, but in fact there is a river of blood.

"Doesn't it hurt?"

She got goosebumps when she saw it, and immediately opened the door of the villa for him to sit on the sofa, and went to the bedroom to find the medicine kit herself.

"Your wound kit is useless."

As soon as Qiao Mo took out the medicine box, sweat was already on her forehead in her anxiety.

Seeing that she was still rejecting people thousands of miles away just now, and being anxious for him at this moment, Mo Shengyun was a little unable to come back to his senses.

As far back as I can remember, no one ever took such good care of him.

"Why didn't you treat the wound when you were at the entrance of the hospital just now?"

Watching him take off his coat, the bloody shirt was even more glaring.

Mo Shengyun looked at her with a smile.

"Because I want to send you home."

Qiao Moyi: !!

What the heck?

"If you talk nonsense again, I'll ask you out."

Mo Shengyun slowly unbuttoned her shirt, took the towel in her hand and wiped the blood around the wound.

"My identity is inconvenient to go to the hospital."

At least, it's inconvenient here in Kyoto.

As soon as Qiao Mo frowned, she knew that people like them always had all kinds of inconveniences.

She didn't understand that anyway.

Looking at his blood-soaked shirt, Qiao Mo walked to the second bedroom and found a shirt that was dark in the night.

"This is the clothes of the night ink, you can wear it."

As soon as she came out, she saw Mo Shengyun who had already bandaged her wounds.

His face was a little pale, his face was covered with sweat, and his lips were almost gone.

Qiao Mo was stunned, she seemed to see Mo Shengyun's body covered with scars.

God, how can someone have so many injuries on them?

"I'm sorry."

Qiao Moyi immediately turned around and carried him.

Mo Shengyun stood up and walked behind her, reached out and picked up the shirt and put it on.

"It's okay, it's not something to see."

Mo Shengyun said as he buttoned the buttons.

Not to mention, this shirt fits quite well.

"You...... Why are there so many injuries? ”

When he was dressed, the whole living room was quiet, and it was embarrassing that no one spoke.

Qiao Moyi hesitated for a long time before asking this question.

Mo Shengyun moved his upper body slightly: "Didn't the second master tell you that I was born in the black dao?" ”

Black DAO?

Qiao Moyi sat there obediently and shook his head.

Ye Shenmo never mentioned Mo Shengyun to him at all.

"It's not unusual, everybody knows it."

Who hasn't been young, not to mention, everything he has now is working hard by himself.

This is hard, is he a big man still going to complain about a person?

"No wonder you have so many wounds."

It's horrible.

It's better to sink ink at night, and the family background is innocent.

"I think you better find a hospital as soon as possible, you're seriously injured."

If it wasn't serious, how could it be that even the shirt was soaked in blood.

"It's okay, I'm used to it."

Mo Shengyun stood up as he spoke.

"Thank you for your help today, I remember the favor, if you and the second master go to S City another day, welcome to trouble me."

Qiao Mo smiled and nodded, this is good.

"I've been back to S City a little bit beforehand."

"Yes."

Mo Shengyun felt that he had lost a little too much blood and was a little dizzy, and when he walked to the door, he suddenly turned his head to look at her.

"Don't worry, when I return to S City, there will be a special private doctor to help me treat my wounds."