"As for your fighting power, every minute will give you seconds!"

"..."

Yan Tianxing stared silently at her arrogant look.

"Mo Xiaoyun, you must have met me at a loss." Yan Tianxing looked at her with sympathy and pity, with a full of emotion in his tone. "Otherwise you will be lonely and old in your life."

"..."

The corner of the mouth of the ink is drawn slightly.

He is a man with a high vision, a strange temper, and a thief, who really has a face...

Never mind.

Tossing with him like this again is naive to be black.

I don't know when a flower in the village will return.

Mo Shangyun reached out to untie the bandage on his waist. As a result, as soon as his fingers touched his skin, she saw him move, and she frowned, "Sit down, don't move."

When the words fell, she went around the bandages tied several times, but the warm fingers touched inadvertently, making Yan Tianxing feel itchy for a moment, and quickly grabbed her hand and said, "Forget it, I will come by myself."

Mo Shangyun frowned, "A flower can touch, I can't touch?"

Yan Tianxing lowered his head to remove the bandage, and said lightly: "She didn't respond when touched."

Squinting, Mo Shangyun thought of being touched by other women in his body, feeling uncomfortable for a while, and sneered coldly: "Yo, do you still pick people?"

"Otherwise," Yan Tianxing had a good temper to discuss with her, "you keep the account, go back and count again."

"..."

Mo Shangyun was choked by him.

It was still a little uncomfortable, but after Yan Tianxing untied the bandage, Mo Shangyun glanced at the wound on his abdomen, all dissatisfaction disappeared, and there was some colic in his heart.

A long scar on the abdomen was also sewn with needle thread. It was not as neat as the other two places, and several places were obviously crooked.

"Fuck, you didn't use anesthetics?"

Mo Shangyun wrinkled his brow, not knowing that it was anger, or he was upset.

Yan Tianxing calmly said: "No."

"Won't people get it?"

"No chance..." Yan Tianxing said, glancing at the small expression on Mo Jun's frown, and smiled at her, "No more pain."

"..."

Mo Shangyun looked at him quietly for a few seconds without speaking.

After a moment, all emotions on Mo Shangjun's face disappeared completely. She picked up the medicine next to it and calmly replaced Yan Tianxing.

"Yan Gui's face is scarred, which is similar to your previous injury," Mo Shangjun wrapped his wound with a new bandage and said softly, "I sewed it."

After a pause, Mo Shangyun added: "The stitching looks better than you."

Without asking the reason, Yan Tianxing just asked: "Did he cry?"

"No." Mo Shangyun said, "Smile and say that you can show off later."

Yan Tianxing laughed again, afraid of remembering Yan Gui's proud expression while showing off.

Mo Shangyun rolled his eyes at him, "Are you such a captain?"

Without the slightest guilty conscience, Yan Tian Xing Li sternly said: "Dayan said he always cried."

"That's true," Mo Shangyun said, not knowing what to do, with a faint smile on his lips. "He had a bad foundation when he was a kid, and he was always small. He was always bullied. Cry, don’t care about him, you can cry for a few hours. It’s the same when you practice, crying while practicing, crying while practicing, a pile of water on the ground, I don’t know if it’s his sweat or tears..."

Yangui playing a small role is a cute thing.

The baby was fat and bun-faced when he was a child, and he looked very cute. Even if he wanted to pretend to be a bully, he wouldn't have any lethality in his eyes.

For a long time, Mo Shangjun had the same impression of him.

However, I don't know when the crying ghost will stop crying, give up his weaknesses, and practice his strengths, and will not burst into tears when he encounters setbacks. Later, the impression of Yan Gui was just a full-faced smile, an infectious smile.

Speaking of Yangui, Mo Shangyun calmly bandaged Yan Tianxing's other wounds.

This is also because Yan Tianxing's other injuries are not as serious as his abdomen.

If you are psychologically prepared in advance, you can still accept it.

After dealing with his injury, Mo Shangyun was relieved, his tense expression slightly loosened, and then he picked up the previous shirt and put it back on Yan Tianxing.

Mo Shangyun asked: "When will a flower come back?"

Yan Tianxing said: "Noon."

The little girl is going to do farm work, usually take the bento to eat in the field, and will not necessarily come back at noon. These days, because I took care of Yan Tianxing, I came back to cook at noon.

Nodded, Mo Shangyun said: "Then I will call them over."

"Ok."

Put all the medicines back in the box, Mo Shangjun turned and put them in the closet, and when closing the door, he also reminded Yan Tianxing, "Sit well, don't move."

Yan Tianxing asked: "Will I lie down?"

"...Bang Jing."

Mo Shangyun left two words silently.

*

After the mountain.

From time to time, the three held telescopes to watch the situation in the wooden house.

"It's been half an hour since I was lying in the trough. Why didn't Mo Shangyun come out?" Ding Jing was really anxious. "Whether it's stupid or amnesia, don't you have to confirm it for so long?"

"A little patience."

Pulling the root grass from the ground in his mouth, Subei's expression was faint, contrary to her reaction.

"Why don't you worry at all?" Ding Jing put the telescope down and looked at her strangely.

Su Bei gave her a squint. "The two of them reunite with each other in life and death. After a while, I'm worried."

"What is it?" Ding Jing was inexplicable.

"Don't you just say, no matter whether the Yan team is stupid or has amnesia, it doesn't take so long, right?" Su Bei asked her with a raised eyebrow, looking calm and relaxed.

"and so?"

"Then there is nothing left. The Yan team is not stupid and has no amnesia. The two of them spent some time narrating the old, doing something that they should and should not do?"

"What shouldn't be done..." Ding Jing recounted it, and immediately reacted, "Impossible, what time is this!"

"Where did you want to go?" Subei looked at her teasingly and ridiculed, "They have this kind of heart, and Yan's physical condition is not allowed...a wound!"

"..." Ding Jing paused, and aftertaste, she squinted and looked at North Jiangsu with a murderous look, "Isn't you playing with me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ding Jing stood up, patted the dust on his clothes, and walked towards North Jiangsu.

Bu Yirong looked at the two of them with a faint smile on his face, but he didn't mean to intervene in their interaction.

Subei likes to tease Ding Jing, this is not once or twice.

But understandable.

Following people like Mo Shangjun and Ding Jing who "like to find trouble" for a long time, northern Jiangsu was more or less infected with these problems.

It doesn't matter, it's cute.

"Eh eh, here comes--"

Looking at Ding Jing step by step, Subei pulled the grass in his mouth and raised his eyebrows in the direction of the front wooden house.