The long eyelashes flickered twice, and the bright eyes flashed with expectation, and slowly dimmed, "Brother, don't you want Ning'er, is Ning'er disobedient." ”

The little slave lowered his head, hiding the gloom and tears in his eyes, and said as gently as possible, "How come?" Miss is so obedient and well-behaved, Lord Qing will not want Miss. ”

"Really?" Leng Xian Ning asked happily when she heard this, and her beautiful eyes shone with a clear light.

"Yes." The little slave nodded vigorously, but he didn't know who he was convincing.

Leng Xian Ning tugged at the corners of his mouth, revealing a bright smile.

In the attic, Qing Nuo sat on the edge of the bed, her slender fingers held her hand tightly, and the woman on the bed opened her eyes quietly, with a moment of light on her pale face, "Nuo, you are here." ”

Hearing this, Qing Nuo retracted his stunned thoughts, looked at the woman's eyes full of tenderness, and reached out to gently wipe the thin sweat on the woman's forehead, "Like, how are you?" ”

As if in pain, he pulled away a smile and whispered, "Get used to it, No, I'm ······ Isn't it going to ······ He's dead. ”

"No, no, I won't let you die." Qingnuo held the woman in his arms, and the compassion of that night made him delay as if he was detoxifying. This woman he loved all his life, he must not let her have trouble. It's just that if you draw some blood, as long as you take it properly, you can make it up.

As if he opened his eyes weakly, a trace of a trance smile burst out of his pale face, and he muttered, "Actually, it's good to be dead, and if you die, you'll be liberated." ”

"No, it won't, as long as I'm here, I won't let you die. Don't say stupid things anymore. Qingnuo hugged her waist in a panic and gave her hope to live.

As if she didn't say anything, she just slowly closed her eyes, she no longer had the strength to respond to his insistence. In the past few days, she has always fallen into sleep more and more, and maybe one day she will sleep like this and die quietly in her dreams.

Qingnuo held her hand, interlocked her fingers, and whispered to the people outside, "Bring Miss." ”

Knowing that her brother wanted to see her, Leng Xianning couldn't wait to rush into the room, but saw her brother holding a hand affectionately, and the woman on the bed fell into a coma, with no blood on her face.

There was a moment of stunned, it turned out that my brother had a beloved woman, so he would not have the opportunity to come to see him, a trace of gloom slipped under his eyes, and he bit his lower lip tightly.

"Ning'er, come here." Qing Nuo looked at the figure farther away from him and said coldly.

Leng Xianning looked at him with a pair of misty eyes, as if it was not his brother who loved him.

Qingnuo frowned, and there was already an impatient glint in his eyes, "Is Ning'er disobedient?" ”

Leng Xianning's eyes were a little hesitant, but she still walked over, she wanted to be obedient, she didn't resist.

Qingnuo didn't seem to be able to wait, Ruyu's face was full of unhappiness, pulled her arm, flicked her sleeves, and a needle pierced her arm, dark red blood flowed into a silver bowl along the leather tube.

Leng Xian Ning, who was in his thoughts, was awakened by this sudden pain, his eyes looked at him in horror, and he clearly felt the blood flowing from his body. Surrounded by a fear for no reason, tears remained irrepressibly.

"It hurts, brother, Ning'er hurts so much." Leng Xianning wanted to withdraw her arm, but Qingnuo grabbed her arm tightly, and said with a hard heart, "Ning'er, be good, it'll be fine in a while, as long as Ning'er saves this sister, she will still be a good child." ”

Leng Xianning bit her lip and stopped talking, she was a little scared in her heart, but she didn't dare to speak. There are still tears hanging on her fan-like eyelashes, and she lowers her eyes, she wants to be obedient, she doesn't resist.

In a moment, the bowl was filled with blood. Qing Nuo pulled out the needle, and his cold face wrinkled together in pain, but he still didn't say anything.

"Send Miss back."

Leng Xianning raised her head, glanced at the back of the person she relied on abnormally, and said timidly, "Brother." ”

The subtle sound like a mosquito and fly fiercely plucked a certain thread on Qing Nuo's heart, and she straightened her back and didn't look at her face, she was afraid that she would be soft-hearted. Wen Run's eyes were firmly fixed on the sleeping woman on the bed, looking at it, he would not be soft-hearted, he would cure her at all costs.

"Ning'er, as long as you are obedient, my brother will love you and protect you." Qingnuo said softly, holding her blood in her hand, and her heart trembled when she tried her best to hold back her crying.

I don't look at it, but I still think about it.

How to do it, so as not to think.

After a short silence, Qing Nuo quickly picked up the woman who had fallen on the bed, and carefully fed her the blood in his hand.

Leng Xianning opened his eyes, watching his brother gently feed his blood to another woman, so cherished, so careful, his face became more and more pale, and he only felt that his heart's breath was also deprived.

"Brother, don't you want me anymore." Leng Xian said suddenly, his obsidian-like eyes flashed with a trace of light, like stars in the sky, making people unable to take their eyes off.

Qing Nuo pursed her lips and stared at her tightly for a long time before she said lightly, "Little slave, take the young lady back to the room, she will not be allowed to go out of the room for half a step from today on." ”

The indifferent command made Leng Xianning's body shake twice, his eyelashes fluttered twice, and tears slipped down silently.

The little slave held her from behind, and then slowly walked out.

Mo Yanxiu stood at the door, looking at the figure coming from afar, his throat rolled, and his purple eyes gradually dimmed.

"Lord Mo." When the little slave saw him, he was stunned for a moment and saluted respectfully.

Leng Xianning saw him, his expression was a little stunned, and there were doubts in his eyes.

"Ning'er, are you okay?" asked softly, only to find that it was difficult to ask such a question.

The little slave raised his eyes and looked at those bewildering purple eyes, his eyes instantly moistened, "Lord Fang Caiqing drew blood for Miss for the first time. ”

Mo Yanxiu closed his eyes, covered the emotions in his heart, and said lightly, "You step back first, I'll take her in." ”

"Yes, slave and maid obey."

Mo Yanxiu stepped forward and wanted to grab her arm.

Leng Xian Ning took a step back in a panic, and her beautiful and innocent eyes were full of vigilance at the moment.

Mo Yanxiu swallowed the bitterness in her mouth, and sure enough, she didn't trust anyone anymore after she woke up, except for Nuo, "Don't be afraid, Ning'er, I'm your brother's friend, I won't hurt you." ”

Leng Xianning relaxed her mind and still looked at him without blinking, "Are you my brother's friend?" ”

Mo Yanxiu looked at the defensiveness and suspicion in her eyes, and nodded heavily, "It's cold outside, let's go inside, be careful of catching a cold." ”

After saying that, he pushed open the door and led her into the house.

Leng Xianning heard his words, and an innocent smile bloomed, she believed that this person was her brother's friend, and he cared about her like a brother and treated her well.

Mo Yanxiu looked at the dense scars on her arm and a small pinprick mark that could be ignored, and her heart suddenly pinched, it hurt, it hurt, "Ning'er, does it hurt?" ”

Leng Xianning looked at his face, looked at his charming purple eyes, and shook his head gently, "It doesn't hurt, my brother said that as long as Ning'er is obedient, he will hurt Ning'er, as long as Ning'er saves that sister, Ning'er will still be a good child." ”

The innocent words forcibly tore a big hole in Mo Yanxiu's heart, and black blood flowed out of it, bleeding non-stop, as if it was about to dry up.

Leng Xianning saw his sad expression and pouted, I don't know why he suddenly stopped talking, did she say something wrong?

"Brother, you're so good-looking." Leng Xianning said and stretched out his hand to touch his face, then stopped at those purple eyes, caressing his eyelashes, gentle and pitying.

Mo Yanxiu's body froze suddenly, feeling the temperature left on his face by the fingertips, it was cold, there was no temperature anymore, and a kind of fear suddenly rose in his heart. The awe-inspiring national teacher, who has always been powerful, actually has something to fear, but he is afraid, he is really afraid, that kind of coldness, there is no temperature for normal people. Suddenly, hard, he grabbed her hand tightly.

"Ning'er, are you willing to leave with me?"

He asked cautiously, as if he was afraid that she would refuse, but as if he already knew her answer.

"Leave?" Leng Xian Ning tilted his head, thinking about his words, his long eyelashes fluttered twice, and finally faintly fell, my brother already has someone I want to cherish, will it be inconvenient for her here, is my brother already disgusted with himself.

"Yes." Mo Yanxiu saw the gloom and looseness on her face, and couldn't help but say, "Get out of here, go to the sky outside, and live freely." ”

"But, my brother will be angry," Leng Xianning heard his words, and he didn't know why he had a feeling of yearning in his heart, as if that kind of life was what he had wanted for a long time. But then I thought of my brother, the man I relied on, "Ning'er doesn't want my brother to be angry." ”

Mo Yanxiu's body trembled, he would never have thought that the medicinal effect would be so profound, it was really full of unreserved trust. He suddenly regretted it, at that time, it was clear that they were outside the door at the same time, if he rushed into the room first, and the person she saw at first sight was himself, then the person she relied on now should be herself.

However, what is the use of regretting, the hesitation at that time has finally created the current situation.

"It's okay, if Ning'er wants to leave one day, you can come to me." Mo Yanxiu suppressed the bitterness surging in his heart, and picked up the medicine that he didn't know when he put on the table, "This is a tonic, Ning Er drank it obediently." ”

Leng Xianning's eyes fell on the black medicine, "Why does Ning'er want to drink medicine?" ”

"Because Ning'er is sick, if she is sick, she has to drink medicine." Mo Yanxiu's eyes flashed with a doting light, the matter had come to this, it was not something he could stop, but he would definitely do his best to regulate her body.

There was still obvious fear in Leng Xianning's eyes, and she remembered the torture of the previous days.

"Ning'er is good, if you don't drink the medicine, my brother will be angry." Mo Yan comforted her temper, but at this time, he couldn't think of anything else to persuade her to drink medicine.

This sentence is obviously more useful than anything else, Leng Xianning hurriedly took the bowl in his hand, and drank it as if he were dead, without even frowning.

"Let's eat a plum and go for the bitterness." Mo Yanxiu conjured a plum out of nowhere and handed it to her mouth. Leng Xian Ning didn't want to take a sip, waited until the bitterness dissipated, raised his head, and asked weakly, "Brother, who are you?" ”

"Me." The corners of Mo Yanxiu's mouth were gently opened, he seemed to have introduced that he was her brother's friend, however, he pointed to her left arm and said gently, "I am the butterfly on Ning'er's left arm." ”

"Butterflies?" Leng Xianning suddenly sat up and looked at him puzzled, "How does my brother know that there is a butterfly on Ning'er's left arm?" ”

Mo Yanxiu chuckled, his purple eyes bent up beautifully, "Because I am it." ”

I don't know whether it was a joke or a serious matter, Mo Yanxiu stared straight at her jade-like face, looked at the charming smile she unintentionally revealed, and then lost her mind and lost herself in that smile.

Don't extricate yourself.

Leng Xianning sat on the edge of the bed, watching this good-looking brother standing by the window, looking at the darkness outside, his hands stirring together uneasily, and his eyes locked tightly on the door.

"Ning'er." Mo Yanxiu turned around and saw her expectant eyes, and his heart was suffocated, "Rest early, he won't come over tonight." ”

Leng Xianning raised his head, his eyes were a little hazy, and he couldn't really see the expression on his face through a layer of mist, only to hear him say that he wouldn't come.

"Brother, do you want to take care of your sister?"

Mo Yanxiu didn't answer her, but his silence had already given the answer, "Ning'er have a good rest, if you want to leave, tell me at any time." Mo Yanxiu put her on the bed, pulled the brocade quilt on the side, and carefully covered her, his eyes stayed on the ring on her right index finger.

Leng Xian condensed his eyes with tears, covering the tears under his gaze, and slowly closed his eyes.

The night was getting deeper, and the only thing left in the room was the sound of breathing, and Leng Xian Ning opened his eyes, and the bottom of his eyes was no longer so innocent and innocent. Some are just cold, like this air, which is cold and creepy.

Touching the ring with her hand, thinking about Mo Yanxiu's words before leaving, she couldn't figure out if he was testing her or really wanted to take her away. Today, after Qingnuo's blood was taken, she was sober. But the most important thing now is to know what the night is like. And how to get out of this hellish place.

Is Mo Yanxiu credible? She didn't know that he was a butterfly on her left arm.

Thinking of the pain of the insect's heartlust a few days ago, a wave of hatred swelled up in my heart. He had planted poison in her body for six years, and he actually cultivated her into a medicine man.

Silently closing her eyes, she didn't know how many days had passed, and she didn't know what was going on in the outside world?

If my father knew that she was gone, would he come to her, would he be worried about her? The hand slowly stretched out to her waist, there was a piece of blood jade there, she recognized the jade pendant when the blood clan thing, presumably it was given to her father by her mother, she took it on her own initiative, I wonder if my father will be angry? It's not bad if he's angry, at least he'll remember her, won't he?

On the second day, Leng Xianning opened her eyes early, walking barefoot on the smooth marble, very cold, a piercing cold rose from the soles of her feet, but she still stepped on them regardless of it.

"Miss, why did you come down barefoot?" The little slave walked in with a basin of water, and when he saw the person standing by the bed, his face showed worry.

Leng Xianning turned around, her eyes were clear, and seeing the real concern in her eyes, she opened her mouth, "Little slave, when will my brother come over?" ”

The little slave's face was a little unnatural, how should she tell the young lady that Lord Qing has been staying in the attic for the past few days and taking care of Miss Ru, and will not come to see her again at all. After so many years in the Apocalypse, she knows very well the weight of Miss in the hearts of Lord Qing, and she will never leave her for the sake of Miss.

Leng Xianning pursed her lips, her dark face made her eyes even darker, "Brother, he's not coming, is he?" ”

Cautiously asked, with a blank overwhelm on his face. The little slave felt a pain in his heart, and he didn't care about the distinction between respect and inferiority, so he took her in his arms and patted her back gently, "Miss, don't be sad, the little slave believes that the existence of Miss is special to Lord Qing, and he has never been so gentle to anyone?" Really, miss, you have to believe the little slave. ”

Leng Xian's chin rested on her shoulder, listening to her words, a trace of darkness flashed in her eyes, she believed in the words of the little slave, her existence was special to Qing Nuo, because he wanted to use her blood to save his beloved. His gentleness and particularity are purposeful.

"Miss, Master Mo is here." The slave let go of her and let her sit in a chair.

Mo Yanxiu walked into the room and saw the person sitting quietly on the chair, his eyes flashed slightly, and he was holding a medicine box in his hand. Sit next to her, open the medicine box, and remove the needle. Leng Xian condensation's heart sank, it turned out that it was not enough once. It was because she thought it was too simple, and she actually ignored the unnatural expression on Qing Nuo's face when she said this.

Leng Xianning was still sitting, and when the needle was inserted into his arm, he still couldn't help but snort, and then let him draw his own blood without saying a word.

Mo Yanxiu pursed her thin lips, slowly filled the small silver bowl with blood, carefully pulled out the needle, stared at her with purple eyes for a while, and left.

In the next few days, Leng Xianning seemed to have returned to the days when she was under house arrest when she first came. In addition to the little slave, the person he saw the most was Mo Yanxiu, who came to draw blood for himself every day.

They didn't say a word, but every time Mo Yanxiu's eyes would stay on Leng Xianning's body for a while, and then they left silently.

Leng Xianning remembered that he had said that if he wanted to leave, he would tell him. But she hadn't yet found out where the night was. She wouldn't leave him alone. She will not forget that he is a person of the apocalypse, or a national teacher in the eastern foothills. About him, it's really full of mystery and puzzling.

Leng Xianning stood up, his body shook twice, he didn't expect that he could be so weak, and now he really responded to a word, and he couldn't help but be weak. came to the mirror, looked at the figure reflected inside, and teased the corners of his mouth. Stretched out his hand and pinched his face fiercely, wanting to make it a little redder, at least it could look a little human, so immortal, I hated it when I saw it.

However, the gray face was white except white, and the pinching hand was painful, but there was no red in sight. It's a bit miserable. Her arm was covered with pinholes, and she had to draw a bowl of blood every day from that day, and gradually, she knew that her blood could cure all kinds of poisons. Gradually, she also learned that he had to drain her blood in order to cure the disease.

Drain her blood, not a drop, not a bowl, but all.

Looking at that face, a face as unpopular as a dead man, Leng Xian suddenly felt disgusted, picked up the rouge on the table and applied it to his face, just a thin layer, and finally made this face look a little angry, and the corners of his mouth were gently torn apart, as if he was very satisfied with his work.

"Miss, what are you going to do?" The little slave walked in with her lunch, but saw her burrowing into the cup.

"Little slave, I'm so tired, I want to sleep." After Leng Xianning finished speaking, he pulled the quilt by himself, then closed his eyes and prepared to sleep.

"Miss, it's only noon." The little slave was stunned for a moment, looked at her rouge-coated face, her eyes were a little red, and she reached out to cover her mouth to prevent herself from crying, Miss obviously woke up an hour ago, and now she still wants to sleep.

Leng Xianning heard her words, her expression was stunned for a moment, and she looked at her blankly, "Is it only noon now?" Why do I feel like it's already night. ”

The little slave's voice choked up, but he tried his best to pull out a smile, "Miss, get up first, Master Mo is coming in a while, and it's not good to see you lying on the bed." ”

Leng Xianning nodded, then sat up slowly, looked at the food on the table, and asked confusedly, "It turns out that I haven't drawn blood today, I thought it had been drawn." ”

The little slave couldn't take it anymore, turned around, and cried. She didn't know why, Lord Qing wanted to torture Miss so ruthlessly, she was already so pitiful, and she had to continue to draw blood.

"Little slave, what's wrong?" Mo Yanxiu, who walked in with the medicine box, saw the little slave who was crying, frowned and asked.

"No, Lord Mo, you're here." As he spoke, he wiped away his tears, and helped Leng Xian Ning to the chair again, "Miss, Master Mo is here." ”

Leng Xianning didn't answer, just rolled her eyes, obediently went to the chair, rolled up her sleeves, and waited for him to come in.

Mo Yan Xiu entered the door and saw the same scene as before, but today was different, her face was painted with rouge, so it looked a little colorful, but the eyes that were originally full of aura were lifeless.

"Ning'er, how are you feeling today?" Mo Yanxiu smiled, sat next to her, and took out the needle as before.

"It's okay, can my brother be faster? Ning'er is so tired and wants to sleep. Leng Xianning said with a chuckle.

"Okay." Mo Yanxiu nodded, and when the needle was inserted, Leng Xianning's body trembled, but he quickly regained his calm, and his face was dead and empty, as if he had already died. He just watched numbly as his blood flowed little by little into the silver bowl that was visible every day.

Her face was expressionless, she was really numb, she thought, maybe one day, she would really die under such circumstances, I'm afraid that death will be a little ugly. Remembering that he had been ugly for fourteen years, and not long after he became beautiful, he was going back to the ugly era, and sighed in his heart.

Mo Yanxiu looked at her silently, stretched out his hand and checked her pulse, nothing special, just a little weak.