In the infirmary, Mu Qian held his forehead and let the student president beside him wrap gauze on his thumb.

I accidentally cut it out just now.

As for what happened specifically... the scene was too messy at that time, and the students only knew that His Royal Highness rushed up. It seemed that after doing something, Student Zhen was bleeding.

"A naive ghost!" Wen Yu gritted his teeth and cursed.

Mu Qian retorted: "Who is the childish ghost talking about?"

"Hmph," Wen Yu pressed Mu Qian's fingers on his wound. Because he had no ability to open it, Mu Qian, who was still a little painful after taking it off, suddenly grinned.

He was too focused on his carving before and accidentally scratched his finger.

After looking at the time, school was about to end in a few minutes, Mu Qian decided to go back early.

Wen Yu seemed a little hesitant, but still said, "I'm sorry, I didn't hurt you on purpose."

"I accidentally pressed the carving knife, it's not your business." Mu Qian did not have the gentlemanly demeanor, but the dignity of being a demon king.

How could he be injured by a little girl who may not have enough B-level combat power? Wouldn't that be so ridiculous?

The two of them were silent for a while, and the teachers in the infirmary were a little afraid to look up and lowered their heads to read the medical skills carefully.

Mu Qian yawned, "Study is coming soon, I'll go back first. If the teacher asks, can you ask for a leave for me?"

"Well," Wen Yu replied absent-mindedly, Mu Qian stood up and walked towards the door.

The game is summoning!

And Sister Lin must be a little anxious now. She was waiting in a car at the school gate during the second class in the afternoon.

"Oh..." Wen Yu shouted.

"how?"

Revenge is not enough? Mu Qian turned his head and glanced.

In fact, the moment he pressed the carving knife down, even if he didn't turn on his strength, his body's strength would not be so easily pierced... It was all the tricks of the Demon King.

Wen Yu: "I'll give it to you, you're injured."

"Good it off, this little injury," Mu Qian waved to her, "If you want to give it to me, maybe it's not a drop or two of bleeding."

Wen Yu rolled his eyes. Mu Qian had already opened the door and walked out. He walked comfortably on the road where there were not many students and headed towards the school gate.

Leaving out openly.

"This guy," Wen Yu should have wanted to curse something, but he still felt inexplicably angry.

The main reason is that the gap was too serious before. Mu Qian was serious at school and always gave people a very calm feeling.

Who knew that after he carved a work of art with great spirit, he actually wanted to satisfy his childish and superficial vengeance!

Really!

Wen Yu ran away without any anger and stomped his feet. The entire infirmary seemed to tremble three times, which scared the teacher in the infirmary to sit a little uneasy.

This student president can decide how much salary subsidy the teachers this month is definitely the most unprovoked person in the school.

"Teacher is trouble," Wen Yu turned around and faced the male teacher with a professional smile. The male teacher stood up and subconsciously saluted. He raised his hand and realized that he was just a passerby, so he could only wave his hand awkwardly...

Wen Yu went back to the art classroom.

The wood moves around the campus full of green shades, and the good mood brought by retreating early dilutes a little of his worries.

There are usually many troubles during adolescence, such as friends and the opposite sex.

I took out my phone and looked through the call record. The words "Idiot No. 1" can be seen everywhere, but Ren Ying has much less contact.

Song, Shi Jing.

"Where did you go?" Mu Qian muttered, moving his finger to the screen, but he didn't press it down.

After walking out of the school gate, several uncles from the security department were curious about why the student left for a few minutes and did not bring his schoolbag or something, but he did not stop him.

Because the school ringtone rang immediately...

A white car drove over, Mu Qian sat in the passenger seat, and disguised Sister Lin seemed to be from the capital of the desert today, with a headscarf wrapped around her head and her slender neck was also surrounded by a scarf.

"Do you go directly?" Zheng Lin asked nervously.

Mu Qian smiled and said, "Do you still need to buy fruit baskets or something?"

"No," Zheng Lin started the car, pursing her lips and said nothing more.

Mu Qian could understand her current mood and whispered: "Don't worry, nothing can stump me."

"Hey, I suddenly realized that you have a bad side too."

"I'm not trying to comfort you," Mu Qian hung a few black lines on his forehead, and felt that he seemed much more frivolous today. He immediately showed his majesty as his master, "Drive well."

"I know, Lord, man."

Sister Lin blew in his ear, and Mu Qian finally found the root cause of his frivolity today.

What is impetuous is not his heart that has been silent for thousands of years, but the surrounding environment.

They headed all the way to the outskirts of the Color Capital, about fifty minutes' drive away, and it was still far from here.

It was a sanatorium in the suburbs, with a very good environment, with troops stationed around it, and several sanitation areas prepared for nobles and nobles.

No wonder Sister Lin’s life was a bit difficult before. The money earned by the demon-eliminating master’s job was used to pay the high costs here.

The white car drove to a parking space. Zheng Lin took a breath and turned her head to laugh, but the words were filled with nervousness from her eyebrows to her chin.

"Let's go," Mu Qian pushed open the car door and went down by himself. Zheng Lin hurriedly chased him from behind, and the car forgot to lock it.

Zheng Lin led the way in front, and the nurses in this sanatorium and several elderly people who were pushed on a walk in a wheelchair were greeting Zheng Lin.

Because of the beginning of autumn, the sun sets earlier and earlier, and now it is sunset westward.

As the sun sets, the figures of old people walking everywhere in the last journey of life. Mu Qian also felt many inexplicable feelings in his heart, and his impetuous aura gradually calmed down.

In fact, it was because of Xiao Song's departure that made his mentality fluctuate.

But the Demon King is always the Demon King. It is impossible for a girl who has no clear relationship but has a good relationship with each other to be sad. Her mood is also one of the strong factors.

When I arrived at a nursing room, because Zheng Lin contacted him in advance, the middle-aged aunt who was usually responsible for taking care of Zheng Lin's mother was also waiting here, telling Zheng Lin about the changes in Zheng Lin's mother these days.

Lying on the hospital bed was an old man with gray hair.

I was wearing clean patient uniforms and there was no odor, so the care here was very good.

Mu Qian walked over, closed his eyes, untie his abilities, and felt the living body in front of him.

The vitality is weak but not extinguished... It is because of the spine that has been damaged and the cerebral cortex is also damaged. It should be the result of that car accident.

Zheng Lin thanked the aunt a few words from the side and asked her to go out first.

Close the door of the ward, Zheng Lin turned her head and asked Mu Qian if her mother could still be cured. She just saw Mu Qian slowly withdraw her palm from her forehead.

"host……"

"Okay," Mu Qian made a gesture of silence to Zheng Lin and said in his heart: 'Your mother can hear whatever you say, don't shout randomly.'

I am afraid that Zheng Lin’s mother will worry about her daughter.

Zheng Lin's mother's eyelids trembled, as if she was about to wake up.

Mu Qian thought about it and waved his hand again, and a faint light burst out from his palm, and the light swept across Zheng Lin's mother from head to toe.

A radiant and young woman who is comparable to Song Shijing's mother is lying on the hospital bed.

‘Since you have taken action, I’ll help my aunt with some maintenance…you talk, I’ll go home first, and I’ll pack up my things and transfer it to the hospital later. Kunwushan should be able to find out here.’

Zheng Lin didn't know what to say. Mu Qian had already walked to the bathroom in the ward, opened the door, walked in, and the figure disappeared instantly...

"Xiao Lin..."

There were shouts coming from the hospital bed.

Zheng Lin, who originally thought she could cry, was ridiculous and crying...

Is it lacking a sense of ritual?

Mu Qian, who appeared at home, leaned behind the door of his bedroom and pressed it on his lower abdomen without any fluctuations.

Although saving a person costs a little more power than killing him, it is not a problem for him.

However, there is no existence that he cannot kill, but there is a boy he cannot save.

"Oh, I don't know how that little guy is doing."

Daily life of the lord: playing games.
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