Kneeling and begging the ancestors to be a good man

Chapter 440 Westwood Village [17]

While Mo Qing was still in a daze, Song Yiyuan had already walked over like the wind, picked up her wrist, looked at the blood-soaked bandage, his handsome face wrinkled into a bun.

"Let's not take it seriously, it's all right now, isn't it getting worse? If your situation gets better one day, I'll chop off my head for you—"

"To shut up."

Mo Qing said unbearably.

She stared at Song Yiyuan: "You are the only one who talks too much."

"you--"

Song Yiyuan bared his teeth.

Mo Qing raised her eyebrows: "Take out the black bottle, and I'll handle it myself."

"What are you doing?" Song Yiyuan untied the blood-stained bandage, "As far as your rough handling is concerned, I don't like being my assistant. Burns are no small matter..."

Song Yiyuan kept talking non-stop.

Mo Qing was really tired of listening, so he found a small bench to sit on and handed over to him.

She was absent-minded, staring at the monster in a daze.

Song Yiyuan was afraid that she would hurt, so he kept saying "be patient", but when he was about to re-bandage, he found that she was silent, so he couldn't help but look up at her.

"Ok?"

Mo Qing was still looking in the direction of the monster, but he was speaking to Song Yiyuan.

Her tone was a little cold.

Song Yiyuan was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Right away."

He quickened his hands and carefully tied the bandage.

As soon as it was done, Mo Qing stood up and walked towards the monster.

She took out a lighter.

Song Yiyuan didn't know why, until he saw Mo Qing walking in front of the monster and pressed the lighter, he suddenly realized something, and quickly got up and walked towards Mo Qing.

But it's too late.

Mo Qing directly used fire to burn the skin on the monster's elbow.

"Oooooooo-"

The moment it was touched by the flames, the monster let out a heart-piercing scream, like the roar of a wild animal, which sent chills down the spine.

Song Yiyuan was shocked at the moment, and shouted: "What are you doing?!"

The flame of the lighter is very small, but it can burn a piece of skin, but it is still very lethal, and the smell of burnt skin can be heard within a few seconds.

"Mo Qing!"

Seeing Mo Qing like this, Song Yiyuan raised his palm and slapped Mo Qing's lighter wrist in desperation.

But Mo Qing didn't dodge or hide.

She directly raised her left hand that had just been bandaged, and blocked Song Yiyuan's hand from bottom to top.

Song Yiyuan was anxious and annoyed, he said "Pay attention to your hand", and quickly attacked Mo Qing's right hand, but how could he be against Mo Qing, Mo Qing grabbed his wrist with his left hand screw.

Her hand holding the lighter remained motionless.

Under the severe pain, Song Yiyuan's movements were restricted.

On the one hand, Song Yiyuan was worried about the burn of Mo Qing's left hand, but on the other hand, he felt that Mo Qing's actions were wrong, and he was in a dilemma.At this moment, Mo Qing patted his shoulder with a palm, forcing him to take a few steps back.

Mo Qing's voice was slightly cold: "Don't make trouble."

Song Yiyuan frowned tightly: "What is the difference between you doing this and Liu Ye who used you as an experiment back then?"

Hearing the sound, Mo Qing trembled.

But she still didn't turn off the lighter, ignored the monster's screams, and didn't respond to Song Yiyuan's words.

"Mo Qing!"

Song Yiyuan shouted impatiently.

After a slight pause, Mo Qing said indifferently: "I'm doing things, you don't mind."

"you!"

Song Yiyuan was very angry, when he stepped forward, he felt a severe pain in his shoulder, he couldn't help but raised his hand to support it.

The flames continued to scorch the monster's skin.

There were bursts of screams.

Knowing that there was nothing he could do, Song Yiyuan couldn't bear to see the monster like this, so he gritted his teeth, turned a blind eye, and entered the house angrily.

Mo Qing didn't look at him.

It burned for a full minute.

Seeing the small piece of the monster's burned skin, Mo Qing finally put away the lighter, then stood quietly, looking at the fiercely struggling monster, without any emotion in his eyes.

She stood for a quarter of an hour.

The monster's burned skin never healed.

Mo Qing blinked his eyes and let out a very light breath.

She glanced at the gradually quiet monster, and then at her left hand, adding some indiscernible complex meanings to her expression.

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Song Yiyuan stayed in the room and was angry.

It wasn't until the outside voices subsided, and he thought about what to say to persuade Mo Qing, that he came out full of entanglements.

However, once they got to the kitchen, it was empty, not only was there no Mo Qing, even the monster was gone.

!

Song Yiyuan's eyelids twitched.

He ran out of the kitchen and looked around in a panic. The fog had cleared, and the bright sunshine shrouded the village, but it brought out an unspeakable sense of loneliness and depression. Where could he see half of the figure?

……

Regardless of the potential danger in the village, Song Yiyuan spent an afternoon searching the entire village.

He couldn't find Mo Qing.

Didn't meet any monsters either.

As night fell, when Song Yiyuan dragged his tired body back, seeing the white mist gradually rising again, he began to question himself inexplicably—had Mo Qing really appeared?
Meeting Mo Qing in the morning, could it be a hallucination?

Did all that never happen?
Speaking of which, did he take any medicine when it was foggy last night?
According to the data, this fog can cause hallucinations. After Song Yiyuan's thoughts were associated with "illusion", he couldn't control it.

When he got near the house, Song Yiyuan suddenly thought of something, and quickly took out Mo Qing's anti-fog medicine.

In the bottle that could be taken out, a small glass bottle suddenly appeared—the few drops of white blood in it.

Song Yiyuan was stunned.

"Fake, fake."

Song Yiyuan muttered to himself: "There is no white blood, I must have gotten it from some tree."

He rubbed his face vigorously, poured himself a few more pills, stuffed them into his mouth, and swallowed them dryly.

Almost choked.

Song Yiyuan coughed twice, made sure he had swallowed all the medicine, and slowly exhaled, wanting to enter the room, but when he raised his eyes, he saw a tall figure appearing in front of him.

!

At that moment, Song Yiyuan felt that the Tianling Gai was blown away by the chill.

"what."

A hoarse sound came from the throat of the monster ahead.

Then, he slowly stretched out his hand, his thin and slender fingers seemed to be holding something.

Song Yiyuan collected himself, and then carefully identified the monster in front of him: "Abu!"

Recognizing the other party's identity, Song Yiyuan heaved a sigh of relief, feeling that the blood that had been frozen all over his body began to flow again.

"You scared me."

Song Yiyuan breathed a sigh of relief.

"what."

Abu stood in the night, his long claws stretched out in front of Song Yiyuan.

Song Yiyuan took a closer look, and found that it was carrying some dry food—two cans and a box of self-heating rice.

That was the sign that Xiao Yuqun and the others were wearing.

But now, these cans and rice packages are full of uncoagulated blood.

shocking.

Song Yiyuan couldn't stop feeling nauseous.

"what."

Abu stretched his hand forward again.

He seemed to know that there was no food at home, and hoped that Song Yiyuan could accept it.

Song Yiyuan stood still, motionless.

He looked at the blood-stained package, thought of how Abu obtained these, and thought of Mo Qing's decisiveness when he attacked the monster, and suddenly felt an unspeakable chill in his heart.

He had never hoped so desperately that it was all an illusion.

(End of this chapter)