In the hospital, Doctor Xia, who had been busy for a long time, finally received the seriously injured Mo Lin.
"Captain Mo, why are you injured so badly today?" Xia Tian Wu looked at Mo Lin with anger in his mouth and his eyebrows were particularly soft.
Mo Lin was stunned for a moment, and then heard Xia Tian Wu say, "Take off your outer robe. I'll clean your wound and then apply medicine. Just taking pills won't make you feel better."
Xia Tianwu said that he had already brought people into the inner room.
Mo Lin felt a little strange, but he didn't understand why.
Since entering the secret realm, he has been killing demons outside the city, but his spiritual power here is meager. Most of his spiritual power is imprisoned, and the one he holds is not his own spiritual sword.
But the people around him quickly gave him the answer. In this secret realm, he seemed to be the captain of the guard team of the Lord's Mansion of Wucheng City, and also the number one master in the city. He was the best in the world in swordsmanship. In order to protect Wucheng from being invaded by evil spirits, he often He went out of the city to slay the evil spirits. Under his protection, no one in Wucheng was ever disturbed by evil spirits.
only……
Mo Lin awkwardly took off his shirt, leaving his upper body naked, revealing his chest and back that had been scratched by the demon. The wounds were filled with a strange black aura. The woman's plain white hands held a gauze with medicinal solution and pressed it gently. her wound.
Xia Tianwu looked at the wound and said, "Endure the pain."
Mo Lin: ...What's wrong?
He was like a skinny kid who hadn't had an itchy skin for three days, and now he couldn't feel any better.
At this moment, all I can think about is, "When did junior sister become so gentle?", "Why didn't she scold me?", "Is this way of treating the wound too gentle? I'm so uncomfortable with it."
"The injury is too serious this time. I'm afraid you will have a fever at night. Let's rest here for the night. If you have a fever, I will take care of you in time. After taking care of it, I will go out to treat other people."
Mo Lin groaned, wrapped gauze around his body, closed his clothes, took the medicine and lay down.
What's wrong?
Xia Tianwu walked out of the inner room, still looking calm amidst the cheers.
"Why can Brother Mo enter the inner room, but we can't?"
"Hey, Doctor Xia, didn't Captain Mo bring you flowers from outside the city this time?" The little boy from the medical center asked unexpectedly as he looked at the things on the tray.
Xia Tian Wuwenyan smiled, "I must have been seriously injured, so I didn't take care of it."
"Everyone knows that Captain Mo likes you, doctor!"
Xia Tianwu paused, "No nonsense!"
The little boy was not annoyed, "The doctor is so kind and has superb medical skills. Everyone in the city likes you!"
"But the city has not been peaceful in the past few days."
"The city lord has always managed the city very well, selecting talents and promoting talents, and everyone is united. I don't know how to react to this divine intervention. I think the divine punishment is terrible."
The little boy was delivering the medicine while whispering about the abnormality in the city.
In the inner room, Mo Lin was drowsy after drinking the medicine and was about to fall asleep. When he heard the intermittent words "Captain Mo likes you, doctor," he suddenly sat up in a dying state.
what? What do you like? Who do you like? Junior sister?
Mo Lin stared at a pair of big eyes that couldn't hide his thoughts, feeling at a loss.
He seemed to really have a fever, otherwise why would he hear talking in his sleep.
This secret place is really scary.
If it's fake, it must be fake.
The city lord who was talked about is currently in the city lord's mansion.
Huang Xuan looked at the young master who was handling affairs in front of him, and he liked him no matter how he looked at him.
Well-organized and well-spoken, if someone comes to report matters, Yuehan will also give an extremely reasonable solution as soon as possible.
"Uncle Huang? What do you think?" Yue Han turned around, with a bright and beautiful face, and his eyes always looked at people with clear kindness. Who would have thought that he was the city lord who was strategizing in the city.
Huang Xuan was dazzled by this sudden happiness, and then cried with joy in front of Yue Han, and the macho man shed tears.
Yuehan:?
"The people in this divine pavilion have sent word that as long as the people in the city abide by the oracle's instructions, over time and over time, all their sins will be wiped out, and there will be no more evil spirits outside the city."
"In the past few days, the people in the city are in panic. I heard that Captain Mo was seriously injured because the evil spirit suddenly became powerful. It's really worrying."
"I guess with the blessing of the gods in the future, it would be a good thing if my people can live a long life and be blessed. What do you think?"
Yue Han thought that Huang Xuan was old and had the habit of crying in the wind. After saying this, he handed him a handkerchief and said, "Uncle Huang is not in good health? Why don't you ask Dr. Xia to come and take a look."
Huang Xuan took the handkerchief and wiped his tears, "No, no, no, I'm just... so happy."
Yue Han took it for granted, "If a miracle comes, it will naturally be a blessing to our foggy city."
At night, the miracles did not stop, and harsh shouts pierced the silent night.
After sleeping in the ruined temple, the two of them woke up at the same time and went out together.
Yuan Ye looked in the direction of the incident and said, "Uncle Junior, a miracle has happened again."
During this day, since they arrived in the south of the city, like some strange rule, they couldn't find anyone else. They could only mingle with the crowd and chat about things in the city, and gradually discovered the strange divisions in this world. at.
After the oracle was posted in the shrine, Lin Du and Yuan Ye mingled among the crowd and figured out the basic structure of the city.
Lin Du couldn't help complaining, "In this secret realm, the residents of the city are ordinary mortals. As a result, the city lord's palace has swordsmen and geniuses who can kill evil spirits. The doctors in the medical center can produce the elixir of never-ending elixir. There are many strange people and strangers in the city lord's palace. There are evil spirits outside the city, and now there is a divine pavilion. It’s quite a colorful time, isn’t it?”
Eight people is still too many.
"Speaking of which, I haven't seen Senior Brother and Yan Qing until now, whether it's true or not." Yuan Ye whispered.
Lin Du was silent for a moment, "Don't worry, it will come out eventually. When they realize that the person in front of them is not someone they know, they will always run into each other."
"Uncle Junior Master, do you mean that real people will meet us only when they realize that the acquaintances they meet are not real people?"
Lin Du lowered his eyes, "Not sure. It's a guess, it may not be correct."
Yuan Ye was sure that the guesses made by his junior uncle were generally correct.
The person being talked about woke up in the middle of the night, sweating profusely, and looked into a pair of soft eyes in the candlelight. The cinnabar moles under the eyes were also shockingly burning.
"You have a fever." Xia Tian Wuwen said, "The fever has just subsided."
Mo Lin looked steadily at the woman wiping his sweat for a while, "Tian Wu?"
"Well." Xia Tianwu blinked, "What's wrong? Still feeling uncomfortable? Do you want some water?"
Mo Lin hesitated and nodded.
The candlelight melted, dyeing the young man's tough and handsome face with soft lines.
The young man lowered his eyes, and his eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes until there was a little coolness on his lips.
It's the edge of the tea cup.
Mo Lin drank the tea cup with Xia Wu's hand. When the person wanted to stand up and put the cup down, he suddenly raised his eyes and grabbed the person's wrist through the cloth. His eyes were scorching and his voice was hoarse because of the fever. He held it for no reason. Some confusing meaning.
Xia Tianwu was stunned for a moment, his heart beating like thunder.
"Where's my sword?"
…
Xia Tianwu was stunned for a moment, "There."
Mo Lin turned over and sat up, went straight to his sword, and then casually held a sword flower in his hand, "Can I practice sword practice?"
Xia Tianwu nodded, "Be careful."
Mo Lin smiled, "If the wound collapses, wouldn't there still be someone without you?"
Xia Tian Wuwenyan sat at the table.
Mo Lin raised his sword and began to practice his sword moves. Under the candlelight, his shadow was like a swallow or an eagle, revealing indescribable perseverance and ease.
I don't know how long it took, but the sword energy suddenly swept across the candlelight on the table in front of Xia Wu.
The flames went out with a pop, leaving the room in darkness, and the cold scabbard touched the man's neck.
"My junior sister will never let me practice swordplay in the house, and she will never let me practice swordsmanship a thousand times when I am injured. She wants to slap the sword on my head and tie me up."
"Who the devil is, who dares to pretend to be my junior sister?" The young man's voice was solemn, like a sword being drawn out of its sheath.
