Chapter 6
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The Marquis also used tweezers to pick up a curved needle as small as a fishhook, and the needle was wearing a thin thread to sew clothes.
"Bear it, it's a little painful, but your wound is too big. It's better to sew it up," he said
He said it hurt.
Stitching? What does suture mean?
Mo Qiao Sheng felt some slight stings that were totally negligible to him.
He was more frightened that the noble man in front of him, like sewing clothes, sewed up his wound bit by bit with a needle.
Although not very skilled, but his expression is very attentive.
While sewing, he explained: "this is only temporary. Three days after you go back, you have to cut the thread and draw it out by yourself. Do you know?"
The form looks terrible, but the effect is really good. Mo Qiao Sheng saw his shoulder that was difficult to heal diamond wound, finally tightened no longer bleeding.
The Marquis of Jin and Yue opened a porcelain vase, carefully spread a layer of yellow powder on his wound, and then pressed a piece of dry and white gauze.
Moqiao finally reacts that he is healing himself. He subconsciously wanted to raise his hand, earned it, and then remembered that his hand was tied and could not move.
"Don't move. It's not fixed yet. " A gentle voice, gently in the ear.
The man leaned over his ears and wrapped a breathable gauze around his shoulder. The breath of his words drifted over his face.
In the heart of Mo Qiao Sheng, a kind of inexplicable emotion passes, like being scratched by a cat's paw. It's sour and painful, but it can't catch the trace.
This Marquis, will you let me go?
He looked forward to it.
Then he immediately warned himself not to do such extravagance.
Can meet a kind-hearted noble, do not torture me, but also for me to deal with the wound, and then I'm lucky to do that to me again.
Cheng Chiba cuts off the remaining clothes of Mo Qiao Sheng. When her thin body is shown in front of her, her heart really hurts.
The young body was covered with old and new scars, big and small. There was a knife wound in the abdomen that was more serious than the shoulder. It was tightly held by a piece of dirty cloth.
Obviously should just break away from the juvenile limbs, but some joints have been slightly deformed due to excessive training.
It's a cruel time, a poor man.
Cheng Chiba sighed, trying to make his movements softer.
Mo Qiao Sheng looked at the face under the lamp. The noble prince sewed his wound himself, and sighed gently.
His expression was attentive and serious, and the light was shining on his face.
The needle goes through the skin, which is a very strange scene.
However, Mo Qiao Sheng feels that the nervous tension in his heart is gradually relaxed.
This relaxation, extremely tired body will surge a strong sense of sleep, day and night without rest eyelids heavy up.
I can't help but want to close.
He woke up and forced himself to struggle to open his eyes.
No, no, I can't sleep.
Fall asleep and give your body to a stranger. He couldn't imagine what he would face when he woke up.
What's more, do you forget who you are and what you are going to be used for?
This Marquis so gently bandaged your wound. When he wanted to use you later, you fell asleep. Wouldn't it irritate him?
Moqiao heard a gentle voice.
"Sleep. If you want to sleep for a while, you're tired. Have a good sleep."
He said I could sleep,
he agreed,
just for a while,
for a while.
He couldn't help falling into a deep sleep.
……
Cheng Qianye finally finished all kinds of wounds.
She wiped a sweat, thought in the heart, still call military doctor to see one eye.
The abdominal wound was crooked because of her unskillfulness and tension.
Unfortunately, there seems to be no suture at this time. I'm so unskilled that I must have made him very painful.
But see that young Chiba has already raised his head to sleep.
He was sleeping soundly with his bloodless lips slightly open.
In the pain of no anesthetic direct suture can sleep, visible is extremely tired.
Forget it. If you don't wake him up, let him have a good sleep here.
Others may mistakenly think that I am a slave.
But anyway, the reputation of this "elder brother" has always been like this, and I still look more realistic.
Cheng Chiba pulled the quilt and gently covered the body of the man. I made do with myself on the couch all night.
When Mo Qiaosheng woke up from his deep sleep, the sky was already bright.As soon as he rolled out of bed and looked at the gorgeous bed behind him, he was in a state of suspense.
I felt the quilt I had just climbed out of, which was soft and dry, with my warm body temperature.
Me, I slept all night?
He looked down at his body, and the tendons that bound him in his hands had been untied.
All the clothes on the body were gone, and the trouser legs were cut off, leaving only a short section to hide the shame.
Large and small wounds on the body are tightly wrapped up by clean and breathable gauze, showing a faint fragrance of medicine.
Mo Qiao Sheng checked himself back and forth twice to make sure that his body had not been used, and there was no sign of being hurt.
He raised the curtain of the tent in some panic.
The big tent is divided into two rooms by curtains.
At the moment, the gentleman of last night is sitting outside.
He leaned on the table, holding a roll in one hand and a cup of hot tea in the other, sipping it gently.
Against the light of the morning, only a vague figure can be seen.
Such a gentle adult, even if he wants to do something too much to you, you should not disobey him.
Mo Qiao Sheng felt the snow-white bandage on his shoulder and repeatedly told himself in his heart.
That kind of thing is nothing. It won't hurt for a long time. It's much better than being cut twice. I want to be a little more open. We all come here like this.
The first time, you are very lucky to meet such a kind-hearted person.
Mo Qiaosheng forces himself to be ready for sacrifice. He goes to Cheng Chiba's side and kneels at her feet.
Holding the hem of Cheng Chiba's robe, he wanted to kiss the corner of the guest's robe like those waiters in chuhuai Pavilion, in order to pray for your sympathy.
However, he found his neck stiff and unable to bend.
His hand at the corner of his coat trembled, so much so that it wrinkled the fine cloth.
"What are you doing?" A gentle voice sounded above him.
"I..." He raised his head, his lips trembled, and he could not say the shameful words that the swineherd used to say in chuhuai hall.
I don't want to,
sorry,
I really don't want to.
Can you spare me?
Please, let me go.
He screamed desperately in his heart.
A bowl of sweet porridge with red dates and longan was stuffed into his hands.
"Drink. Go back when you're finished It's like hearing the cry of the heart, the voice said.
Mo Qiao Sheng finished his porridge in a daze, and he didn't know what it was like to drink it into his mouth.
He walked out of the tent again, only to wake up in the dazzling sunlight.
He felt the new clothes given by the Marquis of Jin and Yue and the bottle of medicine in his arms. He doubted that he was still in a dream.
Mo Qiao Sheng licked his lips and tasted a little sweetness?
His whole mouth was filled with this sweet smell.
Is this sugar? The legendary sugar.
I'm not dreaming, he said to himself. How can dreams dream of such sweet things.
On the way back to the camp and back to his small compartment, Mo Qiao Sheng saw that a Feng's door was not closed, and there was a messy body on the floor.
Mo Qiao Sheng went in, picked the man up from the ground and put him on the bed.
He looked at the miserable body, sighed, felt the medicine bottle in his arms, gently rubbed it with his fingers, pulled off the cork, and carefully scattered the pale yellow powder in the bottle on a Feng's most serious wounds.
"Where did you get the medicine?" Ah Feng turned around. His beautiful eyes were swollen on one side, and the corners of his mouth were cracked and bruised.
Mo Qiao Sheng is silent for a moment, "Jin Yue Hou bestows."
Ah Feng looked him up and down, turned his head and snorted with the back of his head, "so lucky. Ah Yun, what about that fool? "
"I haven't seen him back yet."
"That fool. I don't know if I can see it yet. "
Feng stopped talking.
Moqiao simply finished the wound for him and went out the door.
I don't know what happened to ah Yun. Mo Qiao Sheng knows that ah Yun's character is more upright than himself, and he can't control his emotions.
Worried, he quickened his pace and wanted to go back to his house as soon as possible to see if the young brother next door needed his help.
At this time, two slaves came from the other end of the corridor with a stretcher. On the stretcher was a corpse covered with rags. Under the dirty rags, the bloody legs of the corpse were exposed.
This kind of situation is very common in the slave camp, and Mo Qiaosheng passed numbly.
An arm suddenly dropped from the stretcher, and a ferocious scar wound wound on the back of the pale hand.Mo Qiao suddenly stops, his pupil shrinks, tugs his fist tightly.
The pale arms, lifeless, swayed past him.
Ah Yun.
It's ah Yun.
Ah Yun just had a night of love.
Yesterday, five of them passed by, and a Yun's voice seemed to ring in the empty corridor,
"I don't know what the master will reward? Can it be meat? I haven't eaten meat for a long time
The world is so unfair, a so hard and fresh life, just because of those noble people's little joy and anger, so casually buried.
Mo Qiaosheng closes his eyes painfully. He clenches the small porcelain bottle in his hand and seems to want to draw a trace of warmth from the cold bottle to fill the huge and sad void in his heart.
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The Marquis also used tweezers to pick up a curved needle as small as a fishhook, and the needle was wearing a thin thread to sew clothes.
"Bear it, it's a little painful, but your wound is too big. It's better to sew it up," he said
He said it hurt.
Stitching? What does suture mean?
Mo Qiao Sheng felt some slight stings that were totally negligible to him.
He was more frightened that the noble man in front of him, like sewing clothes, sewed up his wound bit by bit with a needle.
Although not very skilled, but his expression is very attentive.
While sewing, he explained: "this is only temporary. Three days after you go back, you have to cut the thread and draw it out by yourself. Do you know?"
The form looks terrible, but the effect is really good. Mo Qiao Sheng saw his shoulder that was difficult to heal diamond wound, finally tightened no longer bleeding.
The Marquis of Jin and Yue opened a porcelain vase, carefully spread a layer of yellow powder on his wound, and then pressed a piece of dry and white gauze.
Moqiao finally reacts that he is healing himself. He subconsciously wanted to raise his hand, earned it, and then remembered that his hand was tied and could not move.
"Don't move. It's not fixed yet. " A gentle voice, gently in the ear.
The man leaned over his ears and wrapped a breathable gauze around his shoulder. The breath of his words drifted over his face.
In the heart of Mo Qiao Sheng, a kind of inexplicable emotion passes, like being scratched by a cat's paw. It's sour and painful, but it can't catch the trace.
This Marquis, will you let me go?
He looked forward to it.
Then he immediately warned himself not to do such extravagance.
Can meet a kind-hearted noble, do not torture me, but also for me to deal with the wound, and then I'm lucky to do that to me again.
Cheng Chiba cuts off the remaining clothes of Mo Qiao Sheng. When her thin body is shown in front of her, her heart really hurts.
The young body was covered with old and new scars, big and small. There was a knife wound in the abdomen that was more serious than the shoulder. It was tightly held by a piece of dirty cloth.
Obviously should just break away from the juvenile limbs, but some joints have been slightly deformed due to excessive training.
It's a cruel time, a poor man.
Cheng Chiba sighed, trying to make his movements softer.
Mo Qiao Sheng looked at the face under the lamp. The noble prince sewed his wound himself, and sighed gently.
His expression was attentive and serious, and the light was shining on his face.
The needle goes through the skin, which is a very strange scene.
However, Mo Qiao Sheng feels that the nervous tension in his heart is gradually relaxed.
This relaxation, extremely tired body will surge a strong sense of sleep, day and night without rest eyelids heavy up.
I can't help but want to close.
He woke up and forced himself to struggle to open his eyes.
No, no, I can't sleep.
Fall asleep and give your body to a stranger. He couldn't imagine what he would face when he woke up.
What's more, do you forget who you are and what you are going to be used for?
This Marquis so gently bandaged your wound. When he wanted to use you later, you fell asleep. Wouldn't it irritate him?
Moqiao heard a gentle voice.
"Sleep. If you want to sleep for a while, you're tired. Have a good sleep."
He said I could sleep,
he agreed,
just for a while,
for a while.
He couldn't help falling into a deep sleep.
……
Cheng Qianye finally finished all kinds of wounds.
She wiped a sweat, thought in the heart, still call military doctor to see one eye.
The abdominal wound was crooked because of her unskillfulness and tension.
Unfortunately, there seems to be no suture at this time. I'm so unskilled that I must have made him very painful.
But see that young Chiba has already raised his head to sleep.
He was sleeping soundly with his bloodless lips slightly open.
In the pain of no anesthetic direct suture can sleep, visible is extremely tired.
Forget it. If you don't wake him up, let him have a good sleep here.
Others may mistakenly think that I am a slave.
But anyway, the reputation of this "elder brother" has always been like this, and I still look more realistic.
Cheng Chiba pulled the quilt and gently covered the body of the man. I made do with myself on the couch all night.
When Mo Qiaosheng woke up from his deep sleep, the sky was already bright.As soon as he rolled out of bed and looked at the gorgeous bed behind him, he was in a state of suspense.
I felt the quilt I had just climbed out of, which was soft and dry, with my warm body temperature.
Me, I slept all night?
He looked down at his body, and the tendons that bound him in his hands had been untied.
All the clothes on the body were gone, and the trouser legs were cut off, leaving only a short section to hide the shame.
Large and small wounds on the body are tightly wrapped up by clean and breathable gauze, showing a faint fragrance of medicine.
Mo Qiao Sheng checked himself back and forth twice to make sure that his body had not been used, and there was no sign of being hurt.
He raised the curtain of the tent in some panic.
The big tent is divided into two rooms by curtains.
At the moment, the gentleman of last night is sitting outside.
He leaned on the table, holding a roll in one hand and a cup of hot tea in the other, sipping it gently.
Against the light of the morning, only a vague figure can be seen.
Such a gentle adult, even if he wants to do something too much to you, you should not disobey him.
Mo Qiao Sheng felt the snow-white bandage on his shoulder and repeatedly told himself in his heart.
That kind of thing is nothing. It won't hurt for a long time. It's much better than being cut twice. I want to be a little more open. We all come here like this.
The first time, you are very lucky to meet such a kind-hearted person.
Mo Qiaosheng forces himself to be ready for sacrifice. He goes to Cheng Chiba's side and kneels at her feet.
Holding the hem of Cheng Chiba's robe, he wanted to kiss the corner of the guest's robe like those waiters in chuhuai Pavilion, in order to pray for your sympathy.
However, he found his neck stiff and unable to bend.
His hand at the corner of his coat trembled, so much so that it wrinkled the fine cloth.
"What are you doing?" A gentle voice sounded above him.
"I..." He raised his head, his lips trembled, and he could not say the shameful words that the swineherd used to say in chuhuai hall.
I don't want to,
sorry,
I really don't want to.
Can you spare me?
Please, let me go.
He screamed desperately in his heart.
A bowl of sweet porridge with red dates and longan was stuffed into his hands.
"Drink. Go back when you're finished It's like hearing the cry of the heart, the voice said.
Mo Qiao Sheng finished his porridge in a daze, and he didn't know what it was like to drink it into his mouth.
He walked out of the tent again, only to wake up in the dazzling sunlight.
He felt the new clothes given by the Marquis of Jin and Yue and the bottle of medicine in his arms. He doubted that he was still in a dream.
Mo Qiao Sheng licked his lips and tasted a little sweetness?
His whole mouth was filled with this sweet smell.
Is this sugar? The legendary sugar.
I'm not dreaming, he said to himself. How can dreams dream of such sweet things.
On the way back to the camp and back to his small compartment, Mo Qiao Sheng saw that a Feng's door was not closed, and there was a messy body on the floor.
Mo Qiao Sheng went in, picked the man up from the ground and put him on the bed.
He looked at the miserable body, sighed, felt the medicine bottle in his arms, gently rubbed it with his fingers, pulled off the cork, and carefully scattered the pale yellow powder in the bottle on a Feng's most serious wounds.
"Where did you get the medicine?" Ah Feng turned around. His beautiful eyes were swollen on one side, and the corners of his mouth were cracked and bruised.
Mo Qiao Sheng is silent for a moment, "Jin Yue Hou bestows."
Ah Feng looked him up and down, turned his head and snorted with the back of his head, "so lucky. Ah Yun, what about that fool? "
"I haven't seen him back yet."
"That fool. I don't know if I can see it yet. "
Feng stopped talking.
Moqiao simply finished the wound for him and went out the door.
I don't know what happened to ah Yun. Mo Qiao Sheng knows that ah Yun's character is more upright than himself, and he can't control his emotions.
Worried, he quickened his pace and wanted to go back to his house as soon as possible to see if the young brother next door needed his help.
At this time, two slaves came from the other end of the corridor with a stretcher. On the stretcher was a corpse covered with rags. Under the dirty rags, the bloody legs of the corpse were exposed.
This kind of situation is very common in the slave camp, and Mo Qiaosheng passed numbly.
An arm suddenly dropped from the stretcher, and a ferocious scar wound wound on the back of the pale hand.Mo Qiao suddenly stops, his pupil shrinks, tugs his fist tightly.
The pale arms, lifeless, swayed past him.
Ah Yun.
It's ah Yun.
Ah Yun just had a night of love.
Yesterday, five of them passed by, and a Yun's voice seemed to ring in the empty corridor,
"I don't know what the master will reward? Can it be meat? I haven't eaten meat for a long time
The world is so unfair, a so hard and fresh life, just because of those noble people's little joy and anger, so casually buried.
Mo Qiaosheng closes his eyes painfully. He clenches the small porcelain bottle in his hand and seems to want to draw a trace of warmth from the cold bottle to fill the huge and sad void in his heart.
The Marquis also used tweezers to pick up a curved needle as small as a fishhook, and the needle was wearing a thin thread to sew clothes. "Bear it, it's a little painful, but your wound is too big. It's better to sew it up," he said He said it hurt. Stitching? What does suture mean? Mo Qiao Sheng felt some slight stings that were totally negligible to him. He was more frightened that the noble man in front of him, like sewing clothes, sewed up his wound bit by bit with a needle. Although not very skilled, but his expression is very attentive. While sewing, he explained: "this is only temporary. Three days after you go back, you have to cut the thread and draw it out by yourself. Do you know?" The form looks terrible, but the effect is really good. Mo Qiao Sheng saw his shoulder that was difficult to heal diamond wound, finally tightened no longer bleeding. The Marquis of Jin and Yue opened a porcelain vase, carefully spread a layer of yellow powder on his wound, and then pressed a piece of dry and white gauze. Moqiao finally reacts that he is healing himself. He subconsciously wanted to raise his hand, earned it, and then remembered that his hand was tied and could not move. "Don't move. It's not fixed yet. " A gentle voice, gently in the ear. The man leaned over his ears and wrapped a breathable gauze around his shoulder. The breath of his words drifted over his face. In the heart of Mo Qiao Sheng, a kind of inexplicable emotion passes, like being scratched by a cat's paw. It's sour and painful, but it can't catch the trace. This Marquis, will you let me go? He looked forward to it. Then he immediately warned himself not to do such extravagance. Can meet a kind-hearted noble, do not torture me, but also for me to deal with the wound, and then I'm lucky to do that to me again. Cheng Chiba cuts off the remaining clothes of Mo Qiao Sheng. When her thin body is shown in front of her, her heart really hurts. The young body was covered with old and new scars, big and small. There was a knife wound in the abdomen that was more serious than the shoulder. It was tightly held by a piece of dirty cloth. Obviously should just break away from the juvenile limbs, but some joints have been slightly deformed due to excessive training. It's a cruel time, a poor man. Cheng Chiba sighed, trying to make his movements softer. Mo Qiao Sheng looked at the face under the lamp. The noble prince sewed his wound himself, and sighed gently. His expression was attentive and serious, and the light was shining on his face. The needle goes through the skin, which is a very strange scene. However, Mo Qiao Sheng feels that the nervous tension in his heart is gradually relaxed. This relaxation, extremely tired body will surge a strong sense of sleep, day and night without rest eyelids heavy up. I can't help but want to close. He woke up and forced himself to struggle to open his eyes. No, no, I can't sleep. Fall asleep and give your body to a stranger. He couldn't imagine what he would face when he woke up. What's more, do you forget who you are and what you are going to be used for? This Marquis so gently bandaged your wound. When he wanted to use you later, you fell asleep. Wouldn't it irritate him? Moqiao heard a gentle voice. "Sleep. If you want to sleep for a while, you're tired. Have a good sleep." He said I could sleep, he agreed, just for a while, for a while. He couldn't help falling into a deep sleep. Cheng Qianye finally finished all kinds of wounds. She wiped a sweat, thought in the heart, still call military doctor to see one eye. The abdominal wound was crooked because of her unskillfulness and tension. Unfortunately, there seems to be no suture at this time. I'm so unskilled that I must have made him very painful. But see that young Chiba has already raised his head to sleep. He was sleeping soundly with his bloodless lips slightly open. In the pain of no anesthetic direct suture can sleep, visible is extremely tired. Forget it. If you don't wake him up, let him have a good sleep here. Others may mistakenly think that I am a slave. But anyway, the reputation of this "elder brother" has always been like this, and I still look more realistic. Cheng Chiba pulled the quilt and gently covered the body of the man. I made do with myself on the couch all night. When Mo Qiaosheng woke up from his deep sleep, the sky was already bright.As soon as he rolled out of bed and looked at the gorgeous bed behind him, he was in a state of suspense. I felt the quilt I had just climbed out of, which was soft and dry, with my warm body temperature. Me, I slept all night? He looked down at his body, and the tendons that bound him in his hands had been untied. All the clothes on the body were gone, and the trouser legs were cut off, leaving only a short section to hide the shame. Large and small wounds on the body are tightly wrapped up by clean and breathable gauze, showing a faint fragrance of medicine. Mo Qiao Sheng checked himself back and forth twice to make sure that his body had not been used, and there was no sign of being hurt. He raised the curtain of the tent in some panic. The big tent is divided into two rooms by curtains. At the moment, the gentleman of last night is sitting outside. He leaned on the table, holding a roll in one hand and a cup of hot tea in the other, sipping it gently. Against the light of the morning, only a vague figure can be seen. Such a gentle adult, even if he wants to do something too much to you, you should not disobey him. Mo Qiao Sheng felt the snow-white bandage on his shoulder and repeatedly told himself in his heart. That kind of thing is nothing. It won't hurt for a long time. It's much better than being cut twice. I want to be a little more open. We all come here like this. The first time, you are very lucky to meet such a kind-hearted person. Mo Qiaosheng forces himself to be ready for sacrifice. He goes to Cheng Chiba's side and kneels at her feet. Holding the hem of Cheng Chiba's robe, he wanted to kiss the corner of the guest's robe like those waiters in chuhuai Pavilion, in order to pray for your sympathy. However, he found his neck stiff and unable to bend. His hand at the corner of his coat trembled, so much so that it wrinkled the fine cloth. "What are you doing?" A gentle voice sounded above him. "I..." He raised his head, his lips trembled, and he could not say the shameful words that the swineherd used to say in chuhuai hall. I don't want to, sorry, I really don't want to. Can you spare me? Please, let me go. He screamed desperately in his heart. A bowl of sweet porridge with red dates and longan was stuffed into his hands. "Drink. Go back when you're finished It's like hearing the cry of the heart, the voice said. Mo Qiao Sheng finished his porridge in a daze, and he didn't know what it was like to drink it into his mouth. He walked out of the tent again, only to wake up in the dazzling sunlight. He felt the new clothes given by the Marquis of Jin and Yue and the bottle of medicine in his arms. He doubted that he was still in a dream. Mo Qiao Sheng licked his lips and tasted a little sweetness? His whole mouth was filled with this sweet smell. Is this sugar? The legendary sugar. I'm not dreaming, he said to himself. How can dreams dream of such sweet things. On the way back to the camp and back to his small compartment, Mo Qiao Sheng saw that a Feng's door was not closed, and there was a messy body on the floor. Mo Qiao Sheng went in, picked the man up from the ground and put him on the bed. He looked at the miserable body, sighed, felt the medicine bottle in his arms, gently rubbed it with his fingers, pulled off the cork, and carefully scattered the pale yellow powder in the bottle on a Feng's most serious wounds. "Where did you get the medicine?" Ah Feng turned around. His beautiful eyes were swollen on one side, and the corners of his mouth were cracked and bruised. Mo Qiao Sheng is silent for a moment, "Jin Yue Hou bestows." Ah Feng looked him up and down, turned his head and snorted with the back of his head, "so lucky. Ah Yun, what about that fool? " "I haven't seen him back yet." "That fool. I don't know if I can see it yet. " Feng stopped talking. Moqiao simply finished the wound for him and went out the door. I don't know what happened to ah Yun. Mo Qiao Sheng knows that ah Yun's character is more upright than himself, and he can't control his emotions. Worried, he quickened his pace and wanted to go back to his house as soon as possible to see if the young brother next door needed his help. At this time, two slaves came from the other end of the corridor with a stretcher. On the stretcher was a corpse covered with rags. Under the dirty rags, the bloody legs of the corpse were exposed. This kind of situation is very common in the slave camp, and Mo Qiaosheng passed numbly. An arm suddenly dropped from the stretcher, and a ferocious scar wound wound on the back of the pale hand.Mo Qiao suddenly stops, his pupil shrinks, tugs his fist tightly. The pale arms, lifeless, swayed past him. Ah Yun. It's ah Yun. Ah Yun just had a night of love. Yesterday, five of them passed by, and a Yun's voice seemed to ring in the empty corridor, "I don't know what the master will reward? Can it be meat? I haven't eaten meat for a long time The world is so unfair, a so hard and fresh life, just because of those noble people's little joy and anger, so casually buried. Mo Qiaosheng closes his eyes painfully. He clenches the small porcelain bottle in his hand and seems to want to draw a trace of warmth from the cold bottle to fill the huge and sad void in his heart.
