Chapter 372 372: Are You Really Crying?

Nangong Mo saw the rare medicinal materials she had picked recently, including the thousand-year-old snow lotus. She knew that those were her treasures, but now she used them to save him without hesitation, and she couldn't help but feel happy.

Thinking about it again, the first thing she did when she woke up was to look for him, ask about his whereabouts, who was worried about him, and traveled through the starry night to see him. The feeling of happiness that arose spontaneously almost overwhelmed him, and his whole body was filled with excitement. Somewhat flamboyant.

"Why are you standing there in a daze? Sit down quickly and I will bandage your wound."

Nangong Mo immediately came back to his senses, twitched his lips and smiled gently at her, "Okay!"

Then he sat down obediently, quietly, with an intoxicated and indulgent smile on his face.

Yun Ran'e frowned lightly and glanced at him in confusion. She really couldn't understand how he could still laugh after being injured like this. Doesn't it hurt?

Although he was puzzled in his heart, his hands were unambiguous, and he cleaned his wounds, applied medicine, and bandaged them skillfully and carefully.

For fear of hurting him, Yunran was extra careful, controlled the strength in his hands, and said from time to time, "If it hurts, just squeak and I'll be gentler."

Nangong Mo looked at the girl's focused and beautiful face in front of him and raised his lips, "I'm not a mouse, so what are you talking about?"

"??"

Yun Ran was startled, raised her eyes to look at him, and met his eyes with a teasing smile and an extremely flat look.

If he hadn't been too pale, if he hadn't been so reluctant to let go, she would have wanted to slap his wound twice, and it would hurt him to death!

The bandage was not long enough, so Yun Ran cut off a piece of bandage and pressed it on the injured area where he had applied medicine. He also tore off a strip of fabric from his skirt and wrapped it around his chest.

"Nangong Mo, raise your arms a little bit."

She leaned very close and looked down from his angle. She saw the girl's bright eyes and white teeth, her skin was like cream, and a wisp of elegant fragrance lingered in her breath, causing ripples in her heart for no reason.

Nangong Mo's breathing stagnated slightly, his eyes darkened, and he raised his arms as he was told.

The strip of cloth had to be passed around the back, and inevitably, Yun Ran was very close to him, so close that Nangong Mo could clearly feel the warm and fragrant soft jade body in his arms.

There are uncontrollable ripples in the lake of my heart, I can't help myself, and I'm distracted.

Yunran, on the other hand, was focused on the injuries on his body and had no time to think about it.

At this moment, he was an injury in urgent need of treatment in her eyes.

She couldn't see his unparalleled beauty, nor could she care about his seductive and perfect figure. She just wanted to quickly bandage this wound so that she could deal with the next wound.

Nangong Mo slowly raised his hand, as if he was bewitched, wanting to touch the girl's slender, jade-like snowy neck.

By chance, Yunran tied the knot, bent down to reach for the wet handkerchief on the side, and prepared to deal with the next wound. By coincidence, he avoided someone's outstretched claw.

Nangong Mo frowned, his chaotic and heated mind regained some clarity, and he pinched his fingers in annoyance.

damn it! What was he thinking about?

All she could think about were his injuries, but what about him? What are you thinking about?

Nangong Mo took a deep breath, simply closed his eyes, and tried hard to suppress the fire that was surging freely in his body.

Color is emptiness, emptiness is color, everything in the world is an image, everything is illusion! It's not hot at all! I don’t want to at all!

Yunran didn't know what he was thinking, all her attention was on the wounds on his body.

However, the more I deal with it, the more frightened I become, and the more I feel distressed and angry!

In addition to the deep and dangerous wound on his heart, there were seven or eight stab wounds of varying depths on his legs. According to her experience, they were all caused by daggers.

Yun Ran only felt a little black and dizzy before her eyes. Could it be that... all these injuries were caused by her?

This realization was like a heavy stone hitting the bottom of his heart, making his heart feel dull and painful, making him unable to breathe. Even the fingers that applied the medicine to him trembled uncontrollably.

"Nangong Mo, these injuries...must be very painful, right?"

Nangong Mo naturally heard the slight tremor in her voice, and said that she was so distressed that she almost cried when she saw his miserable condition, and she couldn't help but feel so relieved and happy in her heart.

"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt at all."

Doesn't hurt?

How could it not hurt?

Yunran felt a twinge in his heart, "It's me, right?"

Nangong Mo was stunned for a moment, and then he tapped her forehead with a flick of his finger, somewhat dumbfounded, "What are you thinking about? How could it be you? Of course it's not you!"

Yunran looked up at him blankly, with a light mist in his starry eyes, "You didn't lie to me?"

Nangong Mo: Are you really crying? The little girl turns out to care about me so much!

Feeling in a state of confusion, Nangong Mo quickly reached out and rubbed her hair, "Of course I never lied to you. Your father never lied to a little girl."

Yun Ran looked at him quietly with her eyes open and said nothing, as if she didn't believe his nonsense at all.

Nangong Mo: "..."

What kind of look is this?

"You just stabbed me once and made him faint, and then the killer appeared. If you hadn't died while I was here, how would you have had the chance to stab me many times?"

When Yun Ran heard this, a violent and murderous look suddenly appeared in his misty eyes, "Killer? Did they hurt you like this? Who are they?"

Nangong Mo: "..."

Are you going to cut the killer into pieces? Buried alive on the spot? Is the frying pan fried?

What if he said that he had stabbed those wounds himself...?

Nangong Mo pursed his thin lips, silently glanced at the blood-stained dagger not far away, and frowned slightly.

What a mistake, why didn't you put it away just now?

"Are they the prince's people? Or... Wushang? Did Wushang appear again? Did he hurt you?"

Yun Ran didn't wait for his answer and couldn't help but guess.

Normally, Wu Shang would definitely not be able to hurt him, but that night he was stabbed by her, hurting a vital part, damaging his heart, and an old poison in his body was acting up. With such a disadvantage, it was not impossible for him to be injured.

Yunran, who was immersed in his own thoughts, did not notice the man's suddenly darkened expression.

No regrets? snort! What a close call!