Daughter of the prosperous age: Don't pretend to be stupid

Chapter 593

"You wait, sister will iron a hot towel for you, and you should get a good night's sleep. You can't worry sister like this in the future, you know?"

Mo Wushuang nodded obediently, and said coquettishly, "Sister, go quickly, or I will fall asleep."

Long Mei left with a smile, and the smile on Mo Wushuang's face gradually disappeared after seeing off Ajie.

She raised her hand and rubbed her stiff face, pretending to be so tiring, pretending not to love Feng Yurong, very tiring, and pretending to be happy in front of Sister A is also so tiring.

Mo Wushuang, physically and mentally exhausted, lay on the bed staring at the veil beside the bed in a daze. If it was in modern times, she would have countless ways to relieve her worries, such as watching a tragic movie, or going to a bar to get drunk.

But the era she lives in and her current identity don't allow her to do anything.

There are no movies here, only intrigue, no bars to get drunk, only self-discipline, and she doesn't even have the right to get drunk.

Mo Wushuang had to stay sober all the time, and he couldn't guarantee that there would be no problems in every link, let alone a state of drunkenness.

She lay on the bed, licked her lips, and said helplessly, "I really want to drink."

Long Mei happened to bring up a hot towel, the name was taught to her by Mo Wushuang. She said it was a towel, but it was actually just a piece of relatively soft linen, which barely absorbed water.

By the time Long Mei handed the so-called towel to Mo Wushuang, because the linen cloth couldn't store moisture, there was almost no heat, "You wipe your face first, I'll bring you hot water."

Mo Wushuang took the sackcloth, wiped it on his face twice and threw it aside, insisting on pulling Long Mei to chat with her.

But one was sitting and the other was lying down, the two of them were relatively speechless, and they didn't know what to talk about.

Long Mei helped Mo Wushuang straighten the hair in front of his forehead, and said softly, "Talk about the Devil's Cult to Elder Sister, you are worried that Elder Sister will stop you, and even throw Elder Sister into the culvert for two days."

When mentioning this matter, Mo Wushuang felt ashamed of Long Mei, because she didn't agree, so Mo Wushuang had no choice but to make a bad move, temporarily trap Long Mei there for two days, and then played the banner of the Demon Sect.

The shadow of the catastrophe that bloodbathed the Demon Cult has gradually faded out of people's sight with the disappearance of the name of the Demon Cult. When Mo Wushuang played the banner of the Demon Cult again, some old people who had experienced the catastrophe sighed again endlessly.

"Sister, I use poison to control the congregation. You know about it, but there is one thing I still keep from you," Mo Wushuang swallowed after finishing speaking, and looked at Long Mei cautiously, as if the following words What he said might make Long Mei furious.

Long Mei echoed lightly, "What is it, let's talk about it."

Mo Wushuang avoided Long Mei's gaze and whispered, "I took all the precious herbs from the culvert and added them to the antidote."

This poison can also bring people a huge cultivation base, which Mo Wushuang thought Long Mei didn't know.

"I knew it a long time ago, you thought you kept it from my sister," Long Mei looked at the guilty Mo Wushuang and said, "Just as long as you are happy, I will support you in whatever you do, because sister knows that you will not do anything harmful to nature. "

After hearing this, Mo Wushuang was so moved that he wanted to cry, "Sister, sell those medicinal materials for us to last for several lifetimes," but she used them to make poison to control the congregation, just to help Feng Yurong, And in the end, Feng Yurong might not know about it, it was a loss-making business.

(End of this chapter)