Chapter Seventy-Four: You're Awake

The cold air on the sword was pressing, and the skin at the Adam's apple of Mo Qing had goosebumps. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

When the sword reached his throat, Mo Qing was obviously stunned for a moment, and then returned to normal.

He threw a small half-stop branch in his hand, and threw it into the fire under the pot.

The fire inside darkened for a while due to the addition of tree branches, and then became more vigorous.

After doing this, Mo Qing slowly picked up the chopsticks placed on top of the clay pot and stirred them in the pot carefully and carefully.

Then he picked up a piece of He Shou Wu, which had been reduced by half, and put it in front of his eyes, and looked at it carefully.

It seems that he found that he did not meet the requirements, so he put it back again.

Putting down the chopsticks in his hand, Mo Qing slowly turned his head, and instead of looking at the blue sword around his neck, he looked at the person holding the sword in the direction of the blue sword.

When he saw the cold but expressionless face, Mo Qing smiled silently, and smiled very calmly.

If you don't have those two swollen mouths like fat slices, then this smile is even better.

After a faint smile spread to his entire face, Mo Qing spoke, "You're awake." ”

The voice is natural, and the words are very simple, like saying hello to an old friend who has known each other for many years.

It's like a couple who have lived together for half a lifetime, and the most common greeting when they see each other get up.

'You're awake. ’

A simple sentence made the expressionless woman in white stunned in her heart.

When she woke up and understood what had happened to her, she was ready to kill the man.

Even if he was bitten by the seven-step love flower snake, he couldn't do it.

No matter what, her body can't be taken by others, and there is only one way for those who take her body, and that is death!

So she endured the pain, and after putting on her clothes, she stabbed her sword at the man who had turned her back to him, despite the fact that she had been trampled by thousands of horses.

It's just that for some reason, when she saw the man squatting on the ground, carefully boiling the medicinal soup, her heart seemed to be touched by something, and the sword that pierced the back of her heart turned into a force against her neck.

The pot of medicine was made for her.

Without any reason, this thought appeared in the heart of the woman in white.

And it's so affirmative, without a hint of doubt.

It's just that the person's reaction was far from what she imagined, and it could be said to be diametrically opposed.

She thought about his reaction when her sword was pressed against his throat.

Panicking, kneeling and begging for mercy, or suddenly fighting back, etc., these are not surprising to her.

But the man's reaction really surprised her.

After his sword was pressed against his throat, he was just stunned for a moment before returning to normal, and then went back to what he had been doing.

His head was still moving slightly with his movements, did he think he wouldn't kill him?

Or are you really not afraid of death?

The woman in white was very angry in her heart, and she thought angrily, since you want to die, then go and die.

However, the sword in his hand still moved quietly forward with the light movement of his body.

The appearance of this result made the white woman feel angry.

She was angry at why she had moved the sword forward, rather than let him die on it.

The blue ice sword was very sharp, as long as he didn't move just now, he would die in an instant.

Annoyed, she wanted to increase the force of her hand and cut the man's throat with a slight scratch.

However, the man put down the chopsticks in his hand, and then slowly turned his head to his side.

The energy that had just been accumulated in his hand couldn't help but dissipate again.

Well, listen to what he has to say.

The head turned around, but it was not what she imagined, just looking at the back, she had always thought that the person was at least in his twenties.

It's because of cultivation that his face doesn't look old, and he won't be too young.

And the face that turned around was obviously still a child, although he seemed to be developing faster than his peers, but the childishness on his face that belonged to a child could not be concealed.

What's more, he didn't hide it either.

He gave a natural smile, but how did that smile look so weird with his swollen mouth?

Then a shy panic rose in the woman in white, because she remembered the reason for his swollen mouth.

Although she was hit by the seven-step love flower snake venom yesterday, her consciousness was not too clear, but some clips can still be remembered.

In particular, there were still a few clear tooth marks on the man's mouth, which told her the reason for the swollen mouth.

Although she was flustered in her heart, she still looked cold on the surface.

Forcibly holding back all the emotions in her heart, she looked coldly at the eldest child in front of her who was squatting on the ground and looking at her, to see what he had to say.

There is no imaginary explanation, no imaginary apology, and the same will not happen as for the backlash.

Some are just a simple, ordinary sentence, 'You're awake.' ’

It was something she couldn't have imagined.

Have you ever spoken to yourself like this over the years?

It doesn't seem to be.

When people in the same door see themselves, they are either respectful or submissive.

Those fellow disciples also had a hint of jealousy in their eyes when they flattered, although they hid it well.

As for the master, it is a cold existence.

Treat yourself, except for teaching those same cold cultivation methods, there is no other word.

Granny Zhang, who came out with her, is also a weird person.

She is the master's personal maid, perhaps because she has been with the master for a long time, and her personality is as cold as the master.

Over the years, she has gradually become accustomed to their coldness.

But habit doesn't mean liking, and deep down she has a kind of resistance to this kind of life that even she doesn't know.

Although she didn't see Granny Zhang when she left, and she never saw her after she came out, the woman in white knew that she must have followed her.

Now that something like this has happened, she hasn't even shown up, she must be entangled in something.

If it weren't for that, he wouldn't have had to release the Thunder Bead before.

And the big boy in front of him will not be alive, and he will still be able to talk to himself.

Thinking about it in such a mess, there was no expression on his face, and the sword in his hand was still against the man's throat.

Listen to what else he has to say, the woman in white said to herself.

After a sentence, the eldest child looked at himself quietly, his eyes were very clear, as if waiting for his reply.

It's like saying hello to someone I've known for many years, and I want to see how she has changed today.

It's just that his face is a little red, is he shy after seeing his true face?

Thinking of this, the woman in white was suddenly shocked in her heart, and then she remembered that she was bent on killing this person just now, and in a hurry, she forgot to bring her cloak.

She tried to take out the cloak and put it on, but then stopped herself.

Now that it's been seen, forget it.

At this time, if you bring it again, it seems that you are inferior.

She was waiting for Mo Qing's next step, but she didn't think that Mo Qing didn't have a follow-up.

After staring at the woman for a while, Mo Qing turned his head and put dry wood under the pot again.

The woman was so good-looking, especially now, under the firelight, she showed a different kind of beauty.

He was a little afraid to look at the woman, although he knew that he had already had an unusual relationship with the woman.

The woman in white, who was holding a long sword and was waiting for Mo Qing's follow, couldn't help but be stunned again after seeing Mo Qing's actions.

That's it?

Isn't there such a person? Shouldn't he explain something to himself?

After seeing the woman in white holding the long sword against Mo Qing's throat, the panicked Fu Jiang had already quieted down at this time.

It squatted quietly beside Mo Qing, picked up the broken dry wood on the ground like Mo Qing, and threw it under the pot.

Maybe it was because he didn't think it was too good, but after a while, Mo Qing, who was gently stirring in the pot with chopsticks, finally spoke again.

It's just that he didn't look back, but said softly while staring at the pot with a lot less water.

"Well, that, your injuries haven't healed yet, don't stand here, I'll bring you the medicine when it's ready. ”

He spoke again, and the woman in white said to herself in her heart, but her tone was still so flat.

But she couldn't even get angry.

On the contrary, there was a hint of a different emotion in her heart.

'Your wounds are not healed, so don't stand here, I'll bring you the medicine when it's ready.' ’

Is he caring about himself?

It's just that when do you need others to care about you?

But it's a really good feeling.

The woman in white held a sword in her hand, and looked at Mo Qing who was squatting on the ground with a frosty face, seriously boiling medicine.

Medicine is good medicine, she knows this from the fragrance in the air.

But for her, it's just a good medicine, and it's not a very unusual thing.

But isn't this elixir something that can only be eaten after cultivating into a pill? When can it be boiled directly in a pot like this?

What a strange person.

This is the evaluation that the woman in white made to Mo Qing in her heart.

Even the woman in white herself didn't notice that since she woke up, her attitude towards Mo Qing had changed a hundred and eighty degrees.

Otherwise, the extremely sharp sword in his hand would not still stay in Mo Qing's neck, but had already penetrated him.