Immortal, save me!

In the room, Mo Yin put the little beggar on the bed, reached out to remove his clothes, looked at the thin and bruised body in front of him, and silently healed him.

knock knock.

The waiter shouted outside the door: "Sir, the hot water you requested has arrived."

Mo Yin picked up the thin quilt and casually covered the little beggar with his thin lips slightly opened.

"Come in."

Seeing the waiter carrying the bucket back and forth, filling up the bathtub, closing the door and leaving, Mo Yin withdrew his gaze, found various rare medicinal materials from the palm-sized plain bag around his waist, threw them into the bathtub one by one, and stretched out his hand. Stir it a few times until the water becomes turbid, and then put the little beggar in.

……

It was three days before the little beggar woke up.

In the early morning, Mo Yin sat in front of the window and looked at the street where people were getting louder. He didn't know what he was thinking.

On the bed, the little beggar moved his fingers. His eyes opened slightly and then closed quickly. He slowly sat up and looked at the window.

At this time, Mo Yin, who heard the noise, had turned around, got up and walked towards the bed.

"woke up."

"Yes." The little beggar looked at him walking from the light, as if he was seeing a god walking from heaven to earth. He was indescribably holy and noble.

"Thank you, Immortal, for saving my life!" The little beggar cupped his fists and said thanks.

Mo Yin nodded and stood in front of the bed to look at him. The clean little beggar looked very pleasing to the eye. His facial features were exquisite and three-dimensional, with the unique vitality of a young man. However, in those beautifully shaped eyes, there was a calmness that had experienced the world, which was very contradictory. And very harmonious.

"What are your plans for the future?"

The little beggar looked at Mo Yin and said firmly: "I want to follow the immortal."

Mo Yin looked into his eyes for a moment, confirming that he was serious, and nodded.

"What's your name?"

name? The little beggar lowered his eyes and shook his head. The original him was dead, and now he was just a nameless beggar.

"Please give me a name from the immortal."

Mo Yin looked at his expression, paused, and said: "From now on, your name will be Luo Jin, Ying Luo's Luo, Jin Yu's Jin."

The little beggar's eyes suddenly lit up, and his heart became warm. He stared at Mo Yin closely and asked, "Why did the immortal choose this name for me? What's the meaning?"

Mo Yin was slightly confused, what does it mean? It doesn't mean anything, I just looked at him and felt that he fit these two words.

"No." He replied.

Luo Jin's eyes dimmed and he felt a little disappointed. He thought the immortal had expectations for him and was very optimistic about him, but it turned out that he was overthinking.

"Mo Yin, you don't have to call me by my name like a fairy."

Luo Jin looked up at him, her eyes shining, and she insisted on her name: "I like to be called Immortal."

Mo Yin was silent.

"what ever."

At this time, there was a knock on the door, and a call came from outside the door: "Sir, I have bought what you asked for."

Mo Yin: "Come in."

The door opened, and the waiter walked in with a package in his arms. He opened it on the table and showed it to Mo Yin one by one: "Young master, are you satisfied with it? If you are not satisfied, go and change the smaller one."

Mo Yin glanced at it and said, "Okay."

"Gu Gu." A strange voice sounded.

The two of them looked for a voice and saw Luo Jin holding her stomach and looking at them in embarrassment.

Waiter: "Hey, young master, you're awake. Are you going to get some food?" The last sentence was asked by looking at Mo Yin.

This is a rich man and he needs to be taken good care of.

Mo Yin nodded.

Seeing someone leaving, Mo Yin took the clothes in the package and handed them to Luo Jin.

"Put your clothes on first."

Luo Jin took the clothes in embarrassment, turned around and slowly put them on, feeling relieved in her heart.

It turned out that after Mo Yin healed his injuries, he put him on the bed and left him alone. Naturally, he didn't give him any clothes to wear.

When Luo Jin woke up, she could only sit naked on the bed and talk to Mo Yin. She didn't show it on her face, but she felt a little awkward in her heart.

Mo Yin looked at him quietly, his eyes resting on Luo Jin's lower back motionlessly, as if he was in a daze.

While treating him, Mo Yin discovered that Luo Jin had an ink-colored birthmark about the size of a baby's fist on Luo Jin's lower back. It was unremarkable up close, but from a distance, it looked like the shape of a wolf's head.

He closed his eyes, walked to the window and sat down, looking at the endless flow of the long street, feeling slightly startled.

He has been sleeping for too long, and many of his memories have been blurred. He can't even remember the specific circumstances of the battle between immortals and monsters. There are only scattered pictures in his mind, and each picture tightly affects his mind.

How long has he been asleep?

Why is it that when he wakes up, this world is still this world, but no longer the world he knows?

boom!

A loud noise behind him interrupted Mo Yin's thoughts. He looked back and saw Luo Jin falling to the ground, with a look of pain on her face.

He said calmly: "I forgot to tell you that your legs can't walk for the time being."

Luo Jin nodded: "I know, I just want to try."

After all, he was favored. When he made a desperate move, he met Mo Yin, who gave him hope of life. Even if his legs were broken, there was always a way to walk. What's more, the immortal said "temporarily", then That means his legs can still be saved.

Luo Jin struggled to sit up from the ground, looked at her injured right leg, and smiled, "It's good to be alive, so good!" You can still take revenge!

At this time, the waiter had already placed the food on the table. Considering Luo Jin's condition, most of the food was light. There was no need to worry about Mo Yin's displeasure. After all, he almost never ate.

The meals delivered in the past three days were always withdrawn as they were. At first, the waiter was worried that they were not to Mo Yin's taste, but Mo Yin didn't say anything. Later, the waiter understood that he just didn't need to eat? !

Although Mo Yin didn't eat, he didn't say to stop delivering food. Apparently, he waited for the young master to wake up and gave him something to eat. The waiter also became more thoughtful, and the meals he delivered from now on were mainly light.

Luo Jin gritted her teeth and stood up slowly, curled up her right leg, jumped to the table with one foot and sat down to eat.

Mo Yin looked at him quietly, showing no intention of helping. Mo Yin had already treated most of his injuries, and he could only rely on himself to slowly recover from the rest.

Sensing Mo Yin's gaze, Luo Jin looked up at him and said, "Isn't the Immortal hungry?"

Mo Yin: "I'm not hungry."

Luo Jin said "Oh" and continued to eat with his head down. After sleeping for three days, he was already hungry and his chest was pressed against his back. At the moment, he just wanted to soothe his stomach immediately.

He ate almost ravenously, eating quickly but not rudely, and quickly swallowed most of the food on the table.

After eating, Luo Jin held her stomach to digest, only to hear Mo Yin's deep voice.