The two returned to the room. Qi Mo quickly helped Lin Qingyang sit down, turned around to fetch water and medicine, removed the blood-soaked cloth on his leg, and carefully cleaned the wound.
Lin Qingyang gasped in pain, Qi Mo paused his hand, and moved as gently as possible. There were only the occasional sounds of colliding medicine bottles and tearing gauze in the room. After the tossing just now, the two of them seemed to have no energy to speak anymore.
Qi Mo carefully bandaged the wound, but did not get up. Instead, he changed from the original half-kneeling position to kneeling on both knees, with his head hanging down. The broken hair on his forehead covered his eyebrows and his expression could not be seen. He said nothing, but knelt in front of him silently and meekly, waiting for his disposal.
Lin Qingyang just looked at him helplessly, then stretched out his hand to pull his bloody arm, and treated his wound just like he did just now. Qi Mo was stunned for a moment, and finally slowly raised his head and looked at him with red eyes.
Lin Qingyang just concentrated on treating his wound, with no emotion in his lowered eyebrows. He just wrapped the wound quietly, then raised his eyes to look at Qi Mo, his eyes heavy and sad.
"I'm very sad about your sister."
Lin Qingyang's soft voice hit his ears, and Qi Mo trembled violently, his eyes instantly burning hot. He lowered his head and bit his lip, not wanting to make any sound, but his tense shoulders were trembling. He heard a very light sigh from above his head, and then a warm hand gently fell on his head, touching his hair softly and comfortingly.
The tight heartstrings collapsed instantly under this gentle touch, and a tear fell down without warning, dripping on Lin Qingyang's pants, leaving a small dark mark, and a choked sob overflowed from the throat. Qi Mo slowly turned his head tremblingly Leaning on Lin Qingyang's legs, like an injured cub curled up into a warm nest, Lin Qingyang held him in his arms, as if comforting a fragile child, gently stroking his trembling back, and letting the boy's tears wet his clothes.
The flickering candles gradually burned out, and the night on the horizon was gradually replaced by light, and Wasteland Town began another day of bustle.
The second Tianyi was early in the morning. Lin Qingyang washed his face by the pool. He felt a little more energetic, but there was still a slight blackish bruise under his eye circles. He didn't get a little sleep until daybreak yesterday. At this moment, the injury on his calf still hurts a little.
She was tying up her hair in front of the mirror. The door was gently pushed open and Qi Mo came in with her breakfast. When she saw Lin Qingyang, her face turned slightly red.
"You wake up, I went downstairs to get some food."
Qi Mo said softly, and laid out the breakfasts one by one, all of which were Lin Qingyang's favorite flavors. He had also changed his clothes and freshened up, and he looked more energetic, without the embarrassment he had last night.
Lin Qingyang nodded and sat down at the table. He seemed a little sleepy and ate breakfast very quietly.
Qi Mo lowered his head to drink the meat porridge, but his eyes glanced at Lin Qingyang from time to time. Seeing that he was a little silent, he couldn't help but feel uneasy.
"I'm sorry, I made my own decision yesterday and caused you to be injured." Qi Mo said proactively.
Lin Qingyang glanced at him and said calmly, "My injury was an accident, you don't have to blame yourself."
Hearing this, Qi Mo felt a little uneasy. Lin Qingyang has an easy-going temperament, but he is not temperamental. Usually if he disobeys and causes trouble, even if he is not punished, he will definitely have to scold him, but today he is a little unusually tolerant.
Stirring the spoon in his hand, he thought for a while and then said, "I won't hide anything from you in the future."
Lin Qingyang raised his eyes to look at him, but his eyes were unpredictable, and he said slowly, "Then tell me, why were you unwilling to come to me for help before?"
"Because..." Qi Mo lowered his head and muttered for a while without saying anything.
Lin Qingyang did not embarrass him any more and said calmly, "Because you originally planned to take advantage of this opportunity to escape, right?"
Qi Mo suddenly raised his head and looked at him in panic.
But Lin Qingyang just continued with a calm expression, "There is no chance of escaping in the Nine Skies Sect, but it is much easier outside, so she pestered me to follow. I originally planned to find A Chou and take her to escape with her."
Lin Qingyang narrated calmly, with no anger on his face, but Qi Mo became more and more panicked. The spoon dropped with a clang on the table. He wanted to get up and kneel down, but Lin Qingyang held his shoulders down and sat back down again.
Qi Mo looked up at him in confusion, but Lin Qingyang smiled gently and said, "Don't be so nervous, I don't mean to blame you."
Qi Mo looked at him, his lips moved and he wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say. He never thought there was anything wrong with wanting to escape before, but Lin Qingyang was so good to him. He saved him time and time again, gave him food, helped him heal, and always stood in front of him when others were making things difficult for him. But he wanted to take advantage of his kindness to betray him. For the first time, he felt guilty for having such an idea.
"Actually, I bought you just to save you. I didn't really want to trap you." Lin Qingyang said, paused, looked up at him and said, "If you want to leave, I can untie you Demon-Locking Ring."
Qi Mo was stunned for a long time. He thought he heard it wrong for a while. It took him a while to realize what Lin Qingyang meant. He looked at him in a panic, but Lin Qingyang looked calm, serious and sincere. He was not angry or testing, but he really wanted to let him go, or he was serious. As he said, he never wanted to keep her by his side. Realizing this, Qi Mo, while feeling panicked and guilty, suddenly felt a sense of unwillingness and even anger for no reason. Although he was wrong to have such thoughts, how could Lin Qingyang not be angry at all and still say let him go so nonchalantly!
In fact, Lin Qingyang felt a little disappointed. She originally thought she was pretty good to him, but obviously what he meant by being good was not what Qi Mo wanted. After all, no one wanted to be a slave, and if he left, the ending might really be different.
Lin Qingyang looked at Qi Mo with a questioning expression, waiting for him to speak, but Qi Mo just frowned and looked at him. The freedom that he had never dared to think about was right in front of him. As long as he spoke, he could not say anything.
At this time, a loud noise suddenly came from the next room, which was Mo Yan's room. Lin Qingyang frowned and quickly put down his chopsticks and stood up to go over. Qi Mo secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart and hurriedly followed.
The two of them hurried to the next door. Just as Lin Qingyang was about to knock on the door, Mo Yan had already opened the door.
I saw Mo Yan with a gloomy face, pointing to the room and saying unhappily, "You came just in time, take that fox away quickly!"
Lin Qingyang walked in and saw a young man with fox ears sitting naked on the ground. You could see various scars all over his body. However, he seemed to have just been struck by lightning. His hair was smoking and his hair was a little dark. He was looking at Mo Yan with a horrified look on his face.
When Lin Qingyang saw this, he took Mo Yan's clothes from the bed and put them on Fox Demon.
"Are you okay?" Lin Qingyang asked. Fox Demon was shivering in his loose clothes and went straight into Lin Qingyang's arms. Qi Mo looked aside and frowned.
"Why are you calling me when you're fine?" Lin Qingyang looked at Mo Yan helplessly.
Mo Yan had a livid face and snorted coldly, "He repays kindness with hatred!"