Every day of the mortals under the mountain seems to be very dull, experiencing birth, old age, sickness and death, and before entering the next reincarnation, hoping that the next life can complete the unfinished things in this life, and taste the sweetness that has not been tasted in this life.

Every day of Yunxuan is not very different. Auscultation takes medicine, and when there are no patients, they turn over herbs in the backyard. Mo Yuan, who was inseparable from him every day, injured his shoulder, and he was honestly at home with him, and he didn't come to disturb Yun Xuan. It's rare to feel that the ears are clean, and I am so happy to turn up the idle books that have fallen into the dust, maybe mortals have some habits, Yun Xuan, who has always been elegant and indifferent, also likes to watch some children's dramas. When Mo Yuan first saw Yun Xuan reading these books, he was still a little embarrassed, but he didn't want Mo Yuan to sigh and say that he finally had a little human flavor, otherwise he would treat Yun Xuan as a monk with a pure heart and few desires.

It was already evening, the room was a little dark, and the words on the book were a little unclear.

"Yun Xuan! Oh no! Yun Xuan! ”

From a long distance, Yun Xuan heard Mo Yuan's shouting, and the shouts of the officers and soldiers and vegetable merchants outside the house could not cover Mo Yuan's sharp voice.

"What's the matter, what a fuss." He is used to being thrifty, he rarely lights up the lamp in the evening, and he is a little bored for a while, but Mo Yuan came just in time to relieve his boredom. However, Yun Xuan still gave him a blank look, Mo Yuan couldn't give too much of a good face, and it was easy to get carried away.

Mo Yuan strode across the threshold, put his hands lightly in front of the counter, and easily jumped onto the counter.

"Get down!" Yun Xuan stretched out his hand to push him.

"Hey, don't be so stingy," Mo Yuan said, holding his shoulders and pretending to be in pain.

Yun Xuan glanced at him angrily, shook the fan in his hand, and said coldly, "I'm afraid it's already fine." ”

Mo Yuan's eyes widened, he always liked to stare at him, Yun Xuan was really afraid that his eyes would fall out of his sockets, "Hey, how do you know!" Look at you, look at my arm—" Mo Yuan triumphantly showed Yun Xuan his freely moving shoulders, and he unscrupulously pulled his collar loose, revealing his tight shoulders. The curvature of the lines outlines the shape of the arm just right, and the skin of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy is firm and smooth, and the knife wound does not leave any marks on the skin, which does not look like an injury at all.

However, from the moment Mo Yuan entered the door, Yun Xuan noticed his arm, and the magnitude of his swing made him want to throw his arm to the dislocation before he stopped. It's only been three or four days, and it's been completely healed, and according to Mo Yuan's temperament, the wound has to be cracked several times before stopping.

"Guess what." Mo Yuan leaned his face in front of Yun Xuan's face, looking mysterious, as if there was some earth-shattering secret.

"I don't know." Yun Xuan pushed his Lian a little farther away in disgust, Mo Yuan did some intimate actions, and he was not afraid that his flowers and plants would get angry with him when they saw it, he would have his life, but there was no way to lay down his life for him.

"Guess what." Mo Yuan grabbed Yun Xuan's outstretched hand in his palm, and pulled him closer to himself, Mo Yuan sat there with his shoulders half bare, obviously Mo Yuan was disheveled, but Yun Xuan was unconsciously a little ashamed.

"Don't guess!" Yun Xuan said to him impatiently, pushed him off the counter, and tidied up his clothes. Yun Xuan knew that the more he said this, the more Mo Yuan wanted to say it, if he followed Mo Yuan, he would deliberately tease you and torture your curiosity. After all, they grew up together with bare buttocks, and they are very familiar with each other.

Seeing that Yun Xuan was so indifferent, Mo Yuan also felt bored, so he found a chair to sit down and put his feet on the table like a rich man, "I dreamed of a tree, it seemed to be a tree spirit, and then I woke up from the dream and the injury was fine." ”

Yun Xuan frowned suspiciously, because he always liked to frown, and there was a faint Sichuan word on his forehead, "What nonsense are you talking about." ”

"Don't believe it, then I'm really fine," Mo Yuan knew that Yun Xuan didn't believe it, after he got up, he found that his bleeding arm was healed, he didn't believe it, thinking that he was still in a dream, he slapped his cheek several times, and finally confirmed that he was not dreaming.

"Boring." Yun Xuan secretly glanced at Mo Yuan from behind, his wound was really strange, he had to check it carefully, in case it was really a nearby immortal.

The sun is long gone, but the heat wave is not abating, knowing that you are singing with the crickets, I will not stop screaming, so that the heat will add a little bit to the plain. The sparse moonlight fell on the house, outlining the tables and chairs in the room with a circle of white jade borders.

The sleeping Mo Yuan suddenly screamed, his hands kept dancing, as if he was dreaming of fighting with someone, and suddenly Mo Yuan sat up suddenly, panting heavily.

Zhizhi and the crickets also seemed to be frightened by Mo Yuan, and suddenly fell silent and made no sound.