You are wounded, and I am falling into the well. This is the consciousness that a wicked person should have. But Na Zhuo Qing did not take advantage of the ink knife's injury and preemptively attacked.

He's stupid? No, he's not stupid. That Zhuo Qing is just obsessed, obsessed with martial arts, obsessed with the strongest. This obsession even made him forget the consciousness of a bad person.

Seven days have finally passed, and as the doctor said, the ink knife has fully recovered from his injury.

At this time, the room where the ink knife was located was full of people.

The doctor removed the bandage from the ink knife, not to mention the wound, not even a trace of the scar.

"This is a miracle!" The doctor looked left and right at the body of the ink knife, although he knew that the recovery power of the ink knife was amazing, but this recovery speed was too terrifying, if it wasn't for the pulse of the ink knife during the period, the doctor even suspected that the ink knife was an immortal.

"It's unbelievable. The doctor kept sighing.

Zhuo Qing's eyes also showed a little jealousy, even if he used the best injury medicine, even the medicine of the immortals, he did not have the confidence to achieve a complete recovery.

"Who the hell is he? Zhuo Qing guessed in his heart.

"Uncle, you're finally well. Niu Niu said happily, jumping out of the crowd. But she came to the ink knife and suddenly covered her nose with her hand. "It's so stinky......" frowned slightly, looking at the ink knife.

At this time, people noticed that the room was filled with a smell that seemed to be a person who had not taken a bath for a long time.

In fact, this can't be blamed on the ink knife, he doesn't care about these in the first place, hundreds of reincarnations are just one person, except for killing is death, who cares about such a trivial matter as taking a bath. It's just that this reincarnation is very different, he lost the knife, but there are more people around him.

"I'm going to fetch water. Yue Qiushui said and hurriedly ran out of the room.

"Thank you. The ink knife thanked Zhuo Qing, this was the person who saved his name after all. Although the ink knife was born for killing, the morality in his heart is still there. Looking at Zhuo Qing, Modao could instinctively feel that he was not a good person, especially that gaze, a cruel gaze that stood on a high place and looked down on the ants. Just by looking at it, the ink knife could tell that Zhuo Qing's hands were stained with blood. For such a person, Modao is unwilling to get along more, even if it is a life-saving person, he just thanked him.

The ink knife has its own morality, but the root of that morality is more idealism, only the heart of the ink knife.

"Where my friend said, it is my Zhuo Qingtian great creation to save people's lives. I would like to thank my friend for sending me this creation. Although Zhuo Qing had a murderous intent in his heart, the expression on his face was very polite. If you don't know who he is, you will be touched by his sincerity.

Modao nodded, as an answer. He took his coarse black coat, put it on his body, and prepared to leave. Xie has already said that the injury has healed. Ink Knife has no reason to stay here.

"Friend, this is ......" Zhuo Qing was slightly stunned, he never thought that the ink knife would be like this. No matter what, he was his life-saving benefactor after all, but the ink knife didn't even want to show the politeness on the surface.

"It's time for me to go. As he spoke, he walked out the door. But before he could take a few steps, he was stopped by Zhuo Qing.

"Why is my friend in such a hurry to leave, is there something wrong with Zhuo's hospitality?" Zhuo Qing had an apologetic look on his face, and said secretly in his heart: "Did he find out?"

The ink knife didn't find anything, he was just used to everything as he pleased. That thank you was still said because of Zhuo Qing's life-saving feelings. If not, the ink knife would have been gone.

"Nope. Ink Dao said, bypassing Zhuo Qing and continuing to walk out the door.

Zhuo Qing's face had changed slightly, becoming ugly and embarrassing. He was so enthusiastic, but the ink knife was unusually cold. This made his face a little unbearable. But although he was angry in his heart, Na Zhuo Qing still tried his best to make a sincere expression.

"It seems that my friend is blaming me for not visiting. Na Zhuo Qing said with an annoyed expression: "Actually, I want to come to visit my friends early in the morning, but I'm too busy to spare these days." That's good, Zhuo ordered someone to prepare a banquet, which was regarded as making amends for his friends. Na Zhuo Qing said, called his subordinates, and gave a few orders.

"You don't have to ....... The ink knife said lightly, without the slightest intention of staying. But before Modao finished speaking, he felt a small hand pull him.

"Uncle......" Niuniu reached out and grabbed the sleeve of the ink knife, didn't say anything, just looked at the ink knife quietly, her eyes were pitiful and pleading. The meaning is obvious, but for the banquet, Niu Niu is reluctant.

Looking at Niuniu, looking at this girl who will always make her heart unconsciously soften, Modao really can't bear to refuse.

"I'm tired. The ink knife changed his words.

"Thank you friend for admiring your face, then Zhuo will go and prepare. After speaking, Zhuo Qing walked out of the door. He didn't want to be with the ink knife for a moment. Greeted with a hot face, but treated with a cold face. Modao's way of speaking made him feel very faceless and aggrieved. If he hadn't had a plan, he would have ordered someone to kill him and split the body of the ink knife.

"I, it's time for me to go back. "People are old and fine, this sentence is not false at all. The doctor had already sensed that the atmosphere was wrong, but he couldn't take the initiative to leave. At this time, seeing that Zhuo Qing had left, he finally had a chance to leave.

"Thank you. Modao also thanked the doctor.

"You're polite, you're polite, Childe is polite. The doctor said as he stepped back. Finally walked to the door, and ran out of the door like a dodge for his life.

At this time, only Modao and Niuniu were left in the room.

Because there was a banquet to eat, Niuniu seemed very happy. Banging in the room, from time to time to say to the ink knife: "Eat meat, Niuniu wants meat to eat." ”

Mo Dao sat on the chair, looking at the jumping Niuniu, his face was a little warmer, and he leaked a faint smile. "Haven't you had any meat to eat these days?" Modao asked.

"Yes, Niuniu has meat to eat every day. But no matter how much meat there is, Niuniu can't eat enough. The young Niuniu actually let out a sigh of emotion. It's just that the object of that emotion is just a meal with meat. Perhaps this is the happiness of the poor. As long as you can eat enough, it is the greatest satisfaction, and if you can eat well, it is happiness.

Looking at Niuniu at this time, a trace of sadness welled up in Mo Dao's heart. remembered that when she first saw Niuniu, she just asked for a steamed bun, and she was so careful. It is conceivable how much Niuniu has suffered over the years.

For a moment, the ink knife even wanted to let Niuniu stay. Stay in this place where you can be well fed and clothed.

"The water is ready. You go wash it......" Yue Qiushui came to the house and said to the ink knife. I don't know what Yue Qiushui thought of at that moment, and before he finished speaking, his face instantly turned red.