Leaning on the fence to watch the birth of the moon

Brother Seven was half lying on the kang, and on the ground beside the kang was a pile of blood-stained and other dirty rags—that should have been Brother Seven's robe.He was bare-chested, and Hunter Xiao was standing beside the kang, helping him to tie the bandages.

When Hunter Xiao saw Mo Xian coming in, he simply put down the bandage and left.Mo Xian wanted to ask him why he took people out properly, but came back like this?But in the end, he was still more worried about Seventh Brother's injury, so he didn't follow him out, but took his place and continued to bandage.

Because there is no time to drop the window, so now is a rare opportunity to see the body of Seventh Brother in broad daylight.

The lines of the muscles are beautiful, but they are not the kind of swollen lumps, but gently undulating, hiding strength and tenacity.The warm, light wheat-colored skin is by no means smooth. Although the chest and lower abdomen covered by bandages cannot be seen, scars can be clearly seen on the shoulders and arms.

After all, he is a warrior, and it is inevitable to practice martial arts since he was a child. When he grows up, he has no eyesight when he walks in the rivers and lakes.What's more, Seventh Senior Brother was once hanged to punish him, and that whip was not a vegetarian.But now, I don't know what kind of scars will be added.

Mo Xian lowered his head, and kissed a scar that was still scarlet on Senior Brother Seven's shoulder...

"It's just a skin injury, it's not serious." Senior Brother Seven trembled, and couldn't help turning his face to the other side.

"How did you get hurt?"

"I ran into a pack of wolves and got caught."

Mo Xian frowned: "Wolves?"

Wolves are not uncommon animals. The last time they went to Zhangjia Village to rescue hostages, they saw wild wolves on the way.In fact, in this season, it is not uncommon for a single traveler to be attacked, injured, or even eaten alive by wild wolves, but that refers to ordinary people.

Hunter Xiao is the best hunter around. He is familiar with not only the terrain of mountains and rivers, but also the sphere of influence of animals in the forest.And the animals in the forest, especially the carnivorous ones, were also familiar with him, so they would not easily attack Hunter Xiao.

As for the Seventh Brother, his martial arts is definitely the bottom one in this village, but he is also a top-notch master of the younger generation, and he brought a hatchet with him when he went out. Although the wild wolf is cunning, it is almost impossible to hurt the seventh senior brother.

And from the pile of rags on the ground, it can be seen that Senior Brother Seven has a new injury.

Then, in the place that Hunter Xiao has been familiar with, there is actually a pack of daring wolves. Not only do they have the courage to attack these two people, but they also have the ability to hurt the seventh senior brother? !

"I didn't use a weapon, I killed a wolf empty-handed." Yu Bi pointed to the clothes again, "There isn't much of my blood on it, most of it is wolf blood."

"Why do you want to fight the wolf empty-handed?"

Brother Seven didn't answer with words, but looked at Mo Xian, expressing "Can I not say it" with his expression and eyes.

Mo Xian pondered for a moment, and just when the seventh senior brother thought he had successfully passed the test, he suddenly uttered two words firmly: "No."

Brother Seven's eyes were a bit awkward, but finally he sighed and told the truth: "Brother Xiao said that the killing spirit in me is too weak."

Mo Xian was silent. He didn't believe in murderous aura in the past, but after coming here, he knew that this thing really existed.Not to mention the guys who kill a lot, even those butchers who kill pigs and sheep can also feel this kind of thing from them-it is a person's intuition about danger.

So Mo Xian looked at Senior Brother Qi carefully again, wondering if it was because of his psychological effect, Senior Brother Seven was indeed different in some places.

Seventh Senior Brother's appearance is Zhou Zhengying's vigorous one, with straight eyebrows, starry eyes, slashed nose and diamond lips, and his expression is not harsh, but kind and gentle - although Mo Xian's appearance is also gentle, but That's the feeling of the hardware of the facial features, which is completely different from the gentleness in the bones of Senior Brother Qi.But now, Senior Brother Seven's dark eyes have cooled down, and the smile that was always on the corners of his eyes and brows has disappeared.

Seeing that Mo Xian frowned and his eyes flickered, Seventh Senior Brother couldn't help but ask, "This...you hate it?"

"I like this one too." Mo Xian sat on the edge of the kang, put his arm around Senior Brother Seven's shoulders and said, "It's just a pity, I'd better go out by myself."

"If you don't want me to go, I won't go..." Seventh Senior Brother didn't refute, but his eyes were a little wandering.

"Senior Brother!" Mo Xian was a little scared. The night before Seventh Senior Brother left, he thought it was good, but now it seems that Senior Brother really got into the drama too deeply, "Stop thinking about dead men! You are my senior brother and my partner! You and I are not masters and slaves, there is nothing, you will do what I want you to do, or you will not do what I don’t want you to do!"

Senior Brother Seven rolled his eyes, and finally looked at Mo Xian: "Actually, I think the dead man is very similar to me."

"What do you look like?!"

"The dead man only has the master, and I... only you..." Seventh senior brother narrowed his eyes, and raised his hand to stroke Mo Xian's cheek.

"Wrong! The dead have no autonomy, even the only master they have, and they didn't choose it themselves. But you are different. From the beginning, you chose me, didn't you? Now that you and I are together, I also choose me. I respect your choice. Now, if you ask me to go back to see the ghost doctor, I will go back obediently. If you let me leave here, walk the world with you, avenge you, kill Yang Jiuchen, and even pick Yuhua Palace! Even I will rebel with you and seize the emperor's old man's world, and I will go with you!"

"What nonsense are you talking about." Now Senior Brother Seven's eyes finally returned to normal, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Brother, you only have me, but why don't I only have you? No, you also have a Jieyun faction, don't think I don't know, you just abolished Yang Jiuchen back then, and it was also because you couldn't bear to see the Jieyun faction destroyed. But me! Without you, there would be neither what I love nor what I hate in this world. I am just...alive, or I would have died long ago. Just like that falling off a cliff, or like When I met the ghost doctor for the first time, if I hadn't thought about seeing you again, how could I have struggled to survive?"

"..." Seventh Senior Brother stretched his arms around Mo Xian's neck, rested his head on his chest, and closed his eyes.

"Brother, I like you no matter what you are, even if you become a lunatic, as long as you are you. Don't pretend to be a dead man."

"Do not."

"Brother~"

"You heard me too, I just said 'no', not as you wish. I choose to be a dead man myself."

"Can... tell me why?"

"Because you took care of me when I came here, and you take care of me even now. And I also want to take care of you." Two men are on the road together, and one wants to take care of the other, so there are several options: Elder For juniors, brothers, masters and servants.

The two of them are similar in age, and the first choice is of course impossible.

As far as brothers are concerned, the appearance of the two is too different, and his own appearance is not easy for others to see, and it is not very convenient.

Finally, the master and servant, if it is an ordinary master and servant, it is still easy for him to reveal his appearance, but the dead... In many wealthy families, the dead have to wear masks. take off.

Therefore, pretending to be a dead man is indeed the most appropriate both in terms of covering up his appearance and taking care of Mo Xian.

"Little Mo, don't be too nervous." Seventh Senior Brother patted Mo Xian on the back, "I have always been me, and all of this is indeed due to my own choice. You just have to be good..." Seventh Senior Brother wanted to say " Enjoy", but he couldn't say it out loud, so let him guess for himself.

New Year's Day

Originally, this was supposed to be a time to visit relatives and friends and celebrate the New Year, but Mo Xian and Seventh Senior Brother were pulled out by seniors in the village to start a two-person "performance". ".

Because Aunt Liu Qi and Du Ce and his wife sternly rejected Mr. Zhao Wuye’s proposal of “just take out a piece of clothing and put it on for a look”, but insisted on waiting until all the clothes are ready before letting everyone feast their eyes.So now the "noble son" Mo Xian is still wearing tattered bunts.

The first thing the two performed was "walking", but they were stopped by everyone as soon as they walked.

And the problem is not from Seventh Senior Brother, but from Mo Xian...

Mo Xian has always been a proletarian, his habit of walking is - slightly lowering his head, looking at the one meter in front of his feet, in his previous life he used to carry a briefcase under his arm, but now there is no bag, just behind his hands, just Walking forward without looking sideways!

"Ouyang, you don't look like a nobleman from left to right, you look like a small businessman busy on the road!" Shitou Sun squatted on the stone roller like a monkey, pointed at Mo Xian and giggled, "Wood! Let him see Let's see what kind of gentleman is!"

Wood Sun turned his head to one side, with a look of "I don't know his expression".

"Mu Mu, you can come out and let Xiao Ou learn." Zhao Wuye took a puff of cigarette cheerfully and waved his hand at Mu Musun.

When Zhao Wuye spoke, Wooden Sun naturally couldn't continue to pretend not to hear.With a helpless sigh, he stood up.

The so-called noble sons, even the noble sons in the martial arts world, are a group of people who are safe from life and have no worries about food and clothing.So if you want to talk about what they walk like, there is one word first - slow!