Seeing Chen Mo approaching with a serious face, Yue Xinxin could only show a flattering smile.

"Ling'er and I are playing around! You can't tell it, right? In fact, I'm very nice to her. Look at how much freeze-drying I bought for her! My little Hei is very jealous!"

Chen Mo sat down in front of her, as if he didn't hear her chattering, and stretched out his hand to lift the long hair around his ears, revealing the white gauze.

He noticed the injury in the video, but it was blocked by gauze and could not see clearly inside.

Yue Xinxin didn't dare to move. Didn't he come here for Ling'er? Was he here for my injury?

There is a little warmth in my heart. Some people are the kind of people who are cold-faced and warm-hearted.

But!

In this situation, thinking of the thin silk pajamas she was wearing, with suspenders! Yue Xinxin really wanted to cover her face, this, this, I can't even stand it!

"It's a small injury, it's okay, haha!" She wanted to block Chen Mo's hand, but her wrist tightened and was firmly grasped.

Chen Mo lifted off the gauze little by little and saw the hideous wounds on the surface of the snow-white skin.

The action of lifting the gauze stretched the wound. Yue Xinxin gritted her teeth in pain and had to turn her head sideways. Okay, just look at it and it will be fine. You can let me go.

Chen Mo did not move. He stared into the depth of the wound and could see the traces left by the powerful mana battle. The other parts were treated well, but this ointment?

He put the gauze under his nose and smelled it, frowning slightly. Doctors nowadays are so perfunctory!

And it seems that it has been used for many days, so it has penetrated deeply, right?

He came closer and sniffed the wound, and sure enough!

Yue Xinxin was startled by his sudden movement. What is this, what is this?

She felt Chen Mo's face close to her neck, only a few centimeters away, and the air he exhaled sprayed on her chest. She almost jumped up in panic!

What is the difference between this kind of scene and the bloody scenes in romantic dramas? It makes people blush and make their hearts beat. Please stop!

Chen Mo was still immersed in thinking. Although infiltration is bad, it doesn't matter. I'll make another recipe! It's just that what was once a simple thing is now very complicated!

He was already confident in his heart and sat up straight. Only then did he realize that Yue Xinxin's neck was stiff and the expression on her face was extremely unnatural.

"What's wrong with you? Are you injured anywhere?"

Yue Xinxin turned around and laughed twice. "No!"

Chen Mo saw some burn scars on her shoulders and arms. After all, they were only a few days old. They hadn't healed so quickly, so they couldn't be the same as before.

"Here you are..."

"It's really okay!" Yue Xinxin couldn't bear it anymore and rushed into the bathroom as if running away.

When she changed into a set of short-sleeved home clothes and came out, Chen Mo was guarding the gas stove in the kitchen, where the plaster for Yue Xinxin was stewed.

When Yue Xinxin saw him, she subconsciously turned around and entered the room.

The little heart is still beating wildly, but it has not been completely suppressed!

"Come here!" Chen Mo stopped her.

Yue Xinxin walked over bravely.

"Why didn't you tell me when this happened? Would you rather fight alone? Who sent you to the hospital? Is he a fool? How much trouble has it caused me! Just come to me!"

Yue Xinxin scratched her head, and from the reproachful tone, she heard a hint of concern. Alas, this person has a sharp mouth but a soft heart!

"Look at how bad I am. Haha! By the way, look at this."

She took out the iron lump from the storage bronze mirror. The thing was still stumbling left and right, bumping everywhere.

Chen Mo put the iron lump in his palm and looked at it.

"It's the Miyin Flute. An ancient evil thing. Is there another bone flute?"

Yue Xinxin quickly took out the white piccolo.

This piccolo was the weapon of a soul cultivator a long time ago. After the soul cultivator died, the piccolo was left behind, and after a long period of silence, it was taken over by an unknown soul.

The soul absorbs the soul cultivator's essence aura remaining in Piccolo, constantly cultivates itself, and gradually becomes a ghost that is neither a ghost cultivator nor a soul cultivator.

"You don't need to worry about this ghost. You just need to make the bone flute. The ghost will naturally die on the day it is made."

Chen Mo told her about the casting and refining formation. As long as the inner energy of the body is used to build the formation and continuously pour it into the artifact, the forged artifact is called a magical artifact and it will naturally obey the owner's instructions.

In fact, this is the same principle as wielding a sword, but the difference is that the sword is in direct contact with the wielder, making it more flexible and convenient. It can still be used by another owner. The magic weapon will recognize its owner, so forging someone else's magic weapon is equivalent to

To transform the old into the new requires consuming more true Qi.

"Or let me kill this ghost with one palm, which would be easier!" Chen Mo said.

Yue Xinxin quickly snatched Tie Gupada over. "No, we have to stay alive!"

Chen Mo turned off the gas stove and opened the lid of the casserole. The medicinal soup inside was so thick that it would not fall when scooped up with a spoon.

He spread the medicine on a piece of clean sterilized gauze. "Turn over and give you the medicine."

Yue Xinxin felt her heart starting to beat wildly again, and quickly went to pick up the gauze. "I'll do it myself!"

Chen Mo pushed her hand away and said nothing.

Seeing the disbelieving look on his face, Yue Xinxin sighed inwardly and turned her face away obediently.

It's okay, I've already changed my clothes anyway.

As soon as the ointment was applied to her neck, Yue Xinxin screamed, "It's so hot!"

Apply the freshly baked medicine to the wound, Chen Mo, you are going to kill me!

“Heat works better!”

"No!"

Yue Xinxin turned around and ran away, but within a few steps she was caught up by Chen Mo, who grabbed her arm from behind. She struggled to resist, but Chen Mo's opponent was nowhere to be found, and her other hand was also grabbed and clipped behind her back.

Chen Mo stood firmly behind her, holding both wrists easily with his fingers, and there was nothing he could do to tell Yue Xinxin to be honest.

Yue Xinxin couldn't move, she almost wanted to cry without tears. Is this medicine? This is torture!

Are Chen Mo's healing methods so simple and crude? The spiritual energy poured into her lower back last time made her painfully painful, and this time the ointment can peel off the skin!

Seeing that the gauze was about to be covered, Yue Xinxin cried and begged.

"Please be gentle, gentle... ow!"

Yue Xinxin wants to die!

Chen Mo let go of her and brought a bandage to wrap it around her.

Yue Xinxin had tears in her eyes and glared at him angrily.

"You hit so hard, you did it on purpose! Chen Mo, you are really annoying!"

Chen Mo glanced at her lightly and ignored her. The stickers were put on and ironed, so you can say whatever you like!

To say it was intentional, it was quite a bit intentional.

When you are lying in the hospital, you would rather ask another man to take care of you than call me. You deserve it!

The bandage in his hand was flexibly wrapped in a circle. He lifted his hair with one hand and wrapped it in another circle.

The long hair feels strange in the hand, smooth and soft, as if holding a stream of water.
Chapter completed!