The old woman opened the lid of the bowl she brought and motioned for Jiu Luo to pour ink dust.

The little boy was carried down by the old woman, and she nodded his nose, and the little one stuck out his tongue and made a grimace and ran away.

Jiu Luo looked at the sediment at the bottom of the bowl with a somewhat hot porcelain bowl, and smelled the pungent smell again, no matter how he looked at it, he didn't think it looked like the porridge that the old woman said.

She looked at the old woman suspiciously, and the old woman nodded at her and gave her a determined look.

Jiu Luo glanced at the ink dust with his eyes closed, no matter what, there was no worse situation than now.

She was still hesitating, and a hand suddenly grabbed her clothes.

Jiu Luo was startled and looked at the bed, where Mo Chen unexpectedly opened his eyes.

His voice was weak, but firm: "Feed me." ”

"Are you awake, how are you feeling? Are you sure you want to drink?"

Jiu Luo excitedly grabbed Mo Chen's hand.

Mo Chen looked at the old woman, a trace of unknown emotion flashed in his eyes, and said to Jiu Luo: "Sure." ”

A bowl of soup and medicine was put into his stomach, and Mo Chen's face gradually returned from pale to ruddy.

Jiuluo happily kept saying words of thanks to the old woman sitting opposite, and the old woman smiled and pushed away.

The little boy came in with a strange-looking fruit to give to Jiuluo to eat. He glanced at the ink dust on the bed with a little fear, and slowly rubbed to Jiuluo's side.

Mo Chen, who gradually regained his mana, sat up from the bed and knocked the fruit in Jiuluo's hand to the ground.

He glared at the boy, "Don't hit her idea. ”

After coldly admonishing the little boy, he turned over and got out of bed, pulling Jiuluo to leave.

Jiu Luo was shocked by this change and didn't know how to react.

She stopped Mo Chen: "Are you suffering from sequelae? ”

The old woman and the boy stood up, showing no signs of alarm or displeasure.

The little boy was extremely calm, and looked at Mo Chen and Zhu Jiuluo with his eyes open.

Mo Chen was angry that Jiuluo was disobedient, and glared at her fiercely: "Don't talk nonsense, follow me." ”

He dragged Jiuluo out, and the old woman and the boy followed.

Mo Chen turned around: "This is the end of today's business. You know what I'm talking about. ”

The old woman and the little boy seemed to be very afraid of the ink dust, and they all lowered their heads and said yes.

Jiuluo didn't understand why, obviously he was a life-saving benefactor, but in a blink of an eye, he became a "grandson" and was called by Mochen.

Mo Chen didn't give her time to ask questions, and suddenly whistled towards the dark place, and the monster in the shadows under the tree quickly got up, and flew down to Mo Chen and Jiu Luo in the blink of an eye, sticking out a big tongue and looking at Mo Chen with a pair of big copper bell-like eyes.

Jiu Luo was disgusted by the hot breath it spewed, and involuntarily took two steps back.

Mo Chen touched the monster's head, grabbed Jiu Luo's hand, and suddenly threw the unsuspecting Jiu Luo onto the monster's back with a force on his wrist.

Before Jiu Luo's exclamation could be heard, Mo Chen followed and flew up the back of the monster and sat in front of Jiu Luo.

He patted the monster on the head, and the monster flew high into the air with joy.

Mo Chen turned his head sideways: "If you're afraid of falling to death, hug me tight." ”

Jiu Luo is not stupid, before his words fell, she had already wrapped her arms around Mochen's waist and tightened it.

She looked down, and the old woman and the boy with their heads tilted faded into the darkness.

The wind whistled in my ears, and the monster seemed to have come out to let go of the wind after a long time, rolling and flying in the air.

Jiu Luo closed his eyes and buried his face in Mochen's back, feeling his body temperature transmitted through his clothes.

Mo Chen was hugged tightly by Jiuluo, his body stiffened, and his heartbeat was stabilized in an instant, and he forced himself to smile calmly.

The monster flew for a long time before it came to a stop on top of a mountain.

Jiu Luo jumped off its back with Mo Chen, and his legs were a little unable to walk.

She sat on the ground, stared at the monster lying on the ground tired of playing, and asked Mochen, "Is this your mount?"