Clear Wind Pavilion, Feng Shu and Feng Yi in the courtyard saw Qi Mo coming back and hurriedly greeted him.
"Have you not found Master yet?" Feng Shu asked anxiously. His face was still a little pale because of his previous injury.
Qi Mo shook his head worriedly and covered the wound on his abdomen. He had just searched around and went to Shi Ruobai's yard, but Lin Qingyang was nowhere to be found.
"Things have happened to two people in a row. Master can't..." Feng Yi said halfway when he was glared at by Feng Shu and Qi Mo at the same time.
"Shut your crow mouth." Feng Shu said angrily.
Qi Mo looked solemn. Accidents had happened one after another in just a few days, and Lin Qingyang was still seriously injured. He always had a very bad feeling, and felt that the matter was not over yet. Thinking like this, he couldn't help but become more and more panicked.
Just as he was about to go out and look for it again, he heard familiar footsteps. Qi Mo hurriedly ran out, and sure enough he saw Lin Qingyang walking this way. His steps were frivolous, his face was extremely pale, and he looked like he might faint at any moment.
"Where have you been!" Qi Mo ran forward and grabbed his arm, fearing that if he didn't pay attention, he would disappear again.
"Why did you disappear without saying a word? You're so injured and you're still running around alone!" Qi Mo said anxiously, his voice a little loud due to nervousness.
Feng Shu and Feng Yi behind them looked at each other, and Feng Yi whispered, "Is he talking to Master like this now?"
Lin Qingyang paused and looked up at him in surprise. Qi Mo also realized that his tone just now was not very good. Just as he was about to explain, he saw that his hands were covered in blood.
"You're injured!" Qi Mo said nervously. She took his hand and looked at it, but she didn't see any wounds, and the smell wasn't Lin Qingyang's blood, so she felt relieved.
Lin Qingyang withdrew his hand, his face was pale and tired, and asked, "Where is Xue Lanyuan?"
"Elder Xue should still be in the mourning hall." Feng Shu said.
Lin Qingyang paused for a moment, then turned around and walked out.
"Where are you going?" Qi Mo quickly stopped the person.
"I'm going to see her." Lin Qingyang felt really uneasy. As soon as he took two steps in vain, he felt a pain in his chest and staggered on his feet.
Qi Mo hurriedly supported him.
Feng Shu saw this and said quickly, "Master, you are injured. If anything happens, I will convey it to Elder Xue."
Lin Qingyang calmed down and murmured, "Nothing, I just... want to see her."
He didn't know what tricks Bi Yue would do, and he was really afraid that Xue Lanyuan would also have the same trouble as in the original book.
Feng Shu only thought that Lin Qingyang was worried that Xue Lanyuan would be too sad, so he said, "Then I will go and visit you so that you can rest in peace and recover."
Lin Qingyang frowned and wanted to say something, but Qi Mo directly picked him up with a dark face.
"What are you doing, put me down!" Lin Qingyang frowned and struggled for a moment, a little unaccustomed to being held by someone like this, especially in front of two apprentices.
But Qi Mo ignored him and strode towards the house with him in his arms.
Feng Shu frowned and looked at it, while Feng Yi said with a surprised look on his face, "He... is in trouble now."
"Put me down and I can leave by myself!" Lin Qingyang shouted dissatisfied.
Unexpectedly, Qi Mo glanced at him and said coldly, "Stop arguing!"
Lin Qingyang was shocked by his attitude, but Qi Mo didn't look at him with a cold face, and there was a hint of anger in his eyes.
Just like that, I carried him all the way back to the Clear Wind Pavilion, kicked open the door and closed it with my feet, walked to the soft couch, and put him down.
"You want to rebel!" Lin Qingyang glared at him with an unhappy expression.
Qi Mo still had a bad look on his face, glanced at him lightly, then turned and walked away.
Lin Qingyang was stunned, this kid actually turned his back on him! He was really going to rebel!
After a while, I saw him bringing a basin over, stepped forward, took his hand, and washed the blood on his hand.
Lin Qingyang frowned and looked at him. Seeing the sweat on his forehead, he thought he was looking for himself everywhere just now, so he didn't feel comfortable cursing at the moment.
Qi Mo carefully wiped the blood on his hands, threw the towel aside, and then reached out to untie his belt.
Lin Qingyang was startled, stepped back, and looked at him in surprise.
"The wound on your back is broken." Qi Mo said calmly.
Lin Qingyang Only now did he feel that his back was wet and accompanied by burning pain, and he couldn't help but let out a "hiss".
Qi Mo pursed his lips, pulled open his belt with his upper hand, and pulled open his shirt to take it off.
"How about we let Feng Yi do it? You are also injured and go and rest." Lin Qingyang tugged on his clothes uncomfortably. After all, it had only been a few days since the drunken and disorderly incident.
Qi Mo raised his eyes, gave him a dangerous look, and said solemnly, "I'm fine." He continued to take off his clothes with his hands.
Lin Qingyang was a little embarrassed, but it was just because of the medicine that he was too coy, which made it even weirder, so he had to let him go.
Carefully untying the blood-stained bandage, revealing several deep whip marks on his back. The blood marks tore the skin and looked a bit ferocious. Qi Mo took a cloth to clean up the blood stains, and brought some medicinal powder to reapply the medicine on him.
When the medicine was applied before, Lin Qingyang fainted and felt nothing. Now he was awake and sweating from the pain. He couldn't help cursing in his heart, is there no such thing as anesthetic in this world?
Hearing Lin Qingyang gasping for air, Qi Mo's hands shook, and he made some gentle movements, but said angrily, "Who asked you to run around!"
Knowing that he was caring about her, Lin Qingyang didn't care. Thinking that his previous injuries were not serious, he gasped and asked, "How is your injury?"
"I'm fine." Qi Mo said in a muffled voice.
Lin Qingyang didn't speak anymore, and he really had no energy. He was thinking about what Bi Yue had just said. He didn't know what else Bi Yue would do. Now that Jin Buhuan is dead, Shi Ruobai is also dead. Who will be next? Xue Lanyuan? Or A-Qi? Or everyone at the Nine Skies Sect. After the anger just now, there are only waves of panic left.
"A-Qi, let's go." Lin Qingyang suddenly said.
As soon as he finished speaking, the wound behind him suddenly hurt, Lin Qingyang screamed, turned around and frowned, and met Qi Mo's angry eyes.
Lin Qingyang paused and continued, "Didn't you want to leave with your sister before? I saved you back then, but you also saved me a few times. In fact, you don't owe me anything. There is no need to stay here to repay your kindness."
Qi Mo listened to him with a stern face, without saying a word, but Amber's eyes were staring at him. Under the dark eyes, it seemed that some emotion that was about to explode was suppressed, with an indescribable sense of danger, which made Lin Qingyang feel inexplicably nervous.
But he didn't say anything in the end. He just shook his shoulder to turn him back and continued to apply the medicine in silence.
Lin Qingyang was confused by his attitude, but because he was afraid that he would be unhappy and try it again, he did not dare to continue talking.
In the eerie silence, Qi Mo applied the medicine and re-wrapped the gauze on him. Warm fingers touched the skin from time to time. Lin Qingyang became more and more uncomfortable. He finally wrapped the bandage and was about to put on his clothes. The person behind him gently approached his shoulder, and then he felt a moderate bite on his shoulder.
"Why are you biting me?" Lin Qingyang said with a frown. He struggled, but he grabbed his arm and restrained him, encircling him in his arms.
Qi Mo let go of his teeth, but his head was still buried in his shins. He gritted his teeth and said, "Lin Qingyang, don't even think about driving me away!"