Mr. Fu ran away again today

Fu Chuxi was so angry that he couldn't speak now, he suspected that Mo Chen came back this time just to make things difficult for him.

Fu Chuxi didn't speak, and Mo Chen didn't speak either.

After Mo Chen carefully removed the cloth strip, seeing that the wound was open again, he couldn't help frowning.If you have an injury and don't take good care of it, if you continue to toss like this, maybe you will really die outside this pass because of this injury.

"Did you know that there was a sneak attack tonight?" Mo Chen gently wiped away the blood around Fu Chuxi with a clean cloth, and asked.

"En." Fu Chuxi hummed angrily, without saying much.

Sure enough, it's no wonder that he was able to change into a full set of armor in time when encountering a sneak attack. I'm afraid that after driving him away, Fu Chuxi has already changed his armor and is waiting for the enemy to come, right?

Mo Chen changed Fu Chuxi's medicine, helped him up and bandaged his wound, Fu Chuxi endured the pain and didn't say a word during the whole process.

After changing the medicine, Mo Chen helped him change the blood-stained underwear. Fu Chuxi took off the underwear and single clothes, and took the clean underwear from Mo Chen with his bare upper body. Putting clothes on his body, Mo Chen didn't pay attention to the side this time, and came over to help him put on the underwear.

"They launched a sneak attack by dead soldiers tonight, will there be another war tomorrow?" Mo Chen asked.

"En." Fu Chuxi responded, lay down on the bed, closed her eyes tiredly, "It's a little cold, give me the quilt."

Mo Chen pulled the corner of the quilt he had covered on the bed to cover Fu Chuxi's body, and said: "Lie down for a while, I'll go to your tent to check, if the quilt is still there, I'll bring you a new quilt."

"Mo Chen!" Fu Chuxi was really angry this time, he opened his eyes and said angrily, "You and I got into a fight, didn't you?"

"I'm serious." Mo Chen walked to the table without a temper, and washed his hands with the remaining water in the basin, "I know you don't like me being close, and you don't like the things I touch, I just... ...I want you to sleep better."

Fu Chuxi originally thought that Mo Chen was angry because she lied to him, but she didn't expect him to be angry about this.

"Really?" Fu Chuxi covered herself with the quilt, closed her eyes and sneered, "Why didn't you say that when I tied your hair and changed your clothes for every martial arts competition before? You didn't see me when I changed your dressing after you were whipped by Elder Gao You say that? And every time you get hurt, you act coquettishly and say you can’t move, and you don’t see me saying that when you want me to feed you? Are you hypocritical now?”

Hey?

Mo Chen was stunned for a moment.

Because all the things Fu Chuxi said happened...

And every time he didn't show any disgust in his eyes, not only that, sometimes he ate until the corners of his mouth were covered, and he even wiped it off with his own handkerchief.

It seemed that he was the only one who remembered Fu Chuxi's original words, every time he was careful not to offend him.As for the phrase that he hates being close to others, after returning to Mochen Island, he never heard him say it again.

Could it be that……

Island Master Mo moved to the bed and asked softly, "Mr. Fu, do you...don't hate me?"

Fu Chuxi didn't answer, he took a long breath, and it sounded like he had fallen asleep.

Mo Chen thought carefully about what Fu Chuxi said just now, and couldn't help being overjoyed, but because of his internal injuries, he didn't dare to indulge himself to be happy, so he quickly suppressed his joy, moved all the armor on the stool, and crossed his legs Sitting on a table for pranayama internal injury.

Yang Lang and Zhou Yi came together. As soon as they came in, they saw that Fu Chuxi was already asleep, and Mo Chen was sitting cross-legged on the table in the tent, who was as motionless as if he was about to melt.

Fu Chuxi heard the movement, opened her eyes and saw Yang Lang and Zhou Yi, sat up with her body propped up, and asked, "How's the situation?"

Yang Lang said: "We have been prepared for a long time, the loss is not big, and it is within the previously estimated range."

Fu Chuxi said: "That's good. With the character of Prince Beidi, there will be a battle tomorrow. The whole army will rest and prepare for the battle tomorrow."

Zhou Yi said: "Yes, Your Highness!"

Fu Chuxi said: "Go and rest."

Yang Lang glanced at Mo Chen who was sitting on the table: "Your Highness, he..." Do you want to move away?

"Don't worry about him, Yang Lang, go get a pen and paper." Fu Chuxi said.

Yang Lang quickly fetched the pen and paper, Fu Chuxi sat on the bed, dipped the pen into the ink, and wrote a prescription.

"You go and ask the military doctor to prepare the medicine according to this prescription, and fry it and bring it here." Fu Chuxi said.

Seeing that it was a prescription, Yang Lang hurriedly asked: "Your Highness, are you feeling unwell? I'll ask the military doctor to come and take a look at it for you."

"I'm fine. You don't need to ask any more questions. I'll fry it and bring it here." Fu Chuxi said.

Yang Lang could only say yes, he helped Fu Chuxi lie down and went to decoct the medicine.

Although Mo Chen was concentrating on adjusting his breath with his eyes closed, he still kept one ear to listen to the movement outside.

When everyone left, Mo Chen asked: "Are you okay?" Because he was still adjusting his breath with his eyes closed, his tone was flat without any emotion.

Hearing that, Fu Chuxi got angry again: "Tune your breath!"

Seeing that he was very angry when he cursed, Mo Chen felt relieved and continued to close his eyes and adjust his breath.

After half an hour, Yang Lang brought the decocted medicine, Fu Chuxi told him to put the medicine on the table and let him go back to rest.

After Yang Lang left, Fu Chuxi called Mo Chen.

Island Master Mo still didn't open his eyes, his voice seemed to come from afar: "Huh?"

Fu Chuxi said, "Drink the medicine."

Mo Chen said lightly: "I'm fine."

Fu Chuxi said coldly, "Would you like to drink or not."

Mo Chen let out a long breath, pressed his palms down, and ended the breath adjustment.He opened his eyes and looked at the medicine bowl in front of him before picking up the medicine bowl. The bitter smell of the medicine came straight to his nose, which made him frown: "What's the matter with this medicine?"

Mr. Fu spit out two words coldly: "Internal injury."

Mo Chen felt the medicine in the bowl was slightly warm but not too hot, picked it up and drank it in one gulp.

Mo Chen put down the bowl and asked: "Do you still know the technique of Qihuang?"

"How many cultivators don't understand?" Fu Chuxi said, "Wait for a stick of incense and the medicine takes effect before adjusting your breath."

"Oh!" Island Master Mo came down from the table, walked to the bed and sat down, and asked, "I just heard you said that tomorrow we will face Beidi's army. Do you want to go to the battlefield too?"

Fu Chuxi: "Otherwise?"

Mo Chen said: "You are injured now, I am afraid that if you go through a few more troubles, your life will be lost here."

Fu Chuxi glanced at Mo Chen, with a look of sarcasm in his eyes: "If Mochen Island was besieged by other sects when you were seriously injured, would you just treat yourself like a coward?"

"Don't worry, don't worry about it!" Mo Chen understood what Fu Chuxi meant, and knew that he couldn't persuade him even if he tried to persuade him.

Mo Chen asked again: "How long will this battle last?"

Fu Chuxi sighed: "I don't know. It could be months or years at most. It's just that the battle has been dragged on for a long time, and the people who are most unlucky are the people in Dafeng. When the war continues for years, the people will be destitute."

"Then what are the odds of winning tomorrow's battle?" Mo Chen asked again.

Fu Chuxi had been tossing around for a whole day, and after talking so much, he closed his eyes, and his voice was a bit tired: "The odds of winning are not very high. After several confrontations, we won less and lost more. If the surprise attack last time was successful, we will be arrested." The prince of Beidi has a way to negotiate with Beidi. It's a pity that the plan failed due to the spies around him, and I was captured by the other party instead... If you hadn't come, I'm afraid I would have died."

"You won't die!" Mo Chen said firmly, "With me here, you won't die!"

Fu Chuxi closed his eyes, only feeling drowsy. Hearing Mo Chen's words, he raised the corners of his lips: "You have to go back after all, you don't belong here. There is still a tough battle to fight tomorrow, I have to sleep for a while ..."

Mo Chen tucked the quilt for him, and was about to leave when he heard Fu Chuxi say vaguely again: "The table is so hard, just adjust your breath at the end of the bed..."

Mo Chen sat down at Fu Chuxi's feet, closed his eyes and adjusted his breath.

Just now he was lucky, Mo Chen felt a warm feeling in his abdomen, it seemed that the bowl of medicine had worked, and the movement of zhenqi was unknowingly many times smoother than when he adjusted his breath just now.