Demon Sword God

The next day, when Mu Lin woke up, it was already noon. After yawning, Mu Lin was surprised to find that he was sleeping on the floor with the quilt in his arms.The sun was shining obliquely into the room through the window, Mu Lin rubbed his eyes, stretched his waist and got up from the floor.

Qingqing was not in the house, and Mu Lin suddenly thought that she should be watching the injured guy downstairs, so he straightened his clothes, closed the door and went downstairs.

Mu Lin scratched his hair blankly. He felt that he might have accidentally dropped on the floor when he turned over while sleeping last night, so he slept on the floor all night, which caused a faint pain from the wind in his waist.Mu Lin frowned, put one hand on his waist, and walked down the stairs slowly.

The animal shed was very lively, the half-breed boy named King Kong had already woken up, and Qingqing, as a conscientious doctor, was simply communicating with the patient to understand the patient's physical condition.

When Mu Lin walked into the animal shed, he happened to see King Kong sitting cross-legged on the ground bent over, being inspected by Qing Qing for the wound on his head.It was as if a beautiful master was taming the ferocious beasts under his command, especially Qingqing's expression of "you have to be good and you have to be obedient" at this time, which is closer to this picture.

On the other hand, Bekas was sitting cross-legged with his hands folded over his shoulders, pouted and dissatisfied, like a pissed off daughter-in-law.

Mu Lin stepped forward curiously, and walked around Bekas, but didn't find anything wrong with him.

"What are you looking at!" Bekas gave Mu Lin an angry look.

"Hey~" Mu Lin became even more curious. Isn't this guy always domineering, why did he look so stricken today.

"Brother." Qingqing saw Mu Lin, put down her work, and plunged into Mu Lin's arms with an excited face.

"En? Okay?" Mu Lin straightened the messy hair on Qingqing's forehead, and asked about the results of Qingqing's treatment.

"Okay!" Qingqing looked like she was waiting for praise, making Mu Lin feel helpless.

"Well, that's right, as expected of Qingqing from my family." Mu Lin patted Qingqing's head as a sign of encouragement.Mu Lin was about to continue talking to Qingqing and asked for some ointment to treat the wind in the waist, but Qingqing suddenly ran out of her arms, took out a cup of tea from nowhere and gave it to King Kong, and peeked at Mu Lin again.

"It's up to you."

"En." The simple and honest voice agreed.

Then, Mu Lin saw the big guy standing up from the grass bed, and then tremblingly walked in front of him and handed over the teacup.

Mu Lin only felt that there was a big mountain in front of him...

He wanted to express his gratitude, Mu Lin thought so, and didn't refuse to take a sip of water from the teacup.

"Brother." The simple and honest guy watched Mu Lin drink the tea, and scratched the brown hair on the back of his head with embarrassment.

"Pfft—" The water in Mu Lin's mouth sprayed out before it reached his throat.

cough cough-

Mu Lin, who was choked, coughed violently a few times.

"Ahem—what are you doing? Ahem——"

"King Kong has no relatives outside, so I recognized him as my younger brother." Qingqing looked like you think I'm a good person.

"Ahem—brother..." Mu Lin choked up tears, looked at Qingqing, and then at the middle-aged uncle's face of King Kong.

"Are you sure...cough cough—you don't recognize him as an uncle?"

"King Kong is seven years old, and he is the younger brother." The honest face came closer to Mu Lin.

Cough cough--

Mu Lin coughed twice more violently, and quickly took another sip of water to suppress the coughing feeling.

"Damn~!" Bekas on the side looked suffocated: "Why is he seven years old and more mature than me~!!!!"

puff--

The tea that Mu Lin had just reached his throat spurted out again.