Lonely tree in the north

But seeing that there were so many people in Nangong Mansion, Mo Xun could guess that Gong Heng wanted to use the relationship between Nangong Ze and Nangong Yi to do something.

But what is his purpose?

Now that I have no strength to restrain a chicken, how can I beat him.

Although he hated him terribly in his heart, Mo Xun had gotten a little more acquainted with fighting him several times, and Mo Xun couldn't afford to offend such a frenzied person for the time being.

but……

"Cough..." His throat suddenly felt itchy, and Mo Xun couldn't help coughing before he could cover it.

Now Nangong Mansion is very strict, with such a cough, those who passed by immediately noticed it.

Mo Xun immediately held his breath, and his nerves became tense. Looking at the person who was approaching, he couldn't help hiding behind the big man.

After coughing, Mo Xun wanted to cough again without warning, but he was pulled over suddenly, and he tightly covered Mo Xun's mouth with one hand, holding back his cough.

The suffocated cough was really uncomfortable, and Mo Xun didn't care whether he found it or not, and wanted to quickly struggle to free the big man's palm.

But he was tall after all, and the strength in his hands was also strong, no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't let himself breathe.

Seeing the person slowly approaching again, the person behind him suddenly embraced Mo Xun, turned around and quickly ran with him.

"There are assassins! Come after them!"

I don't know who shouted it, but the moment the words fell, the figure had disappeared.

After escaping from Nangong Mansion, the first thing Mo Xun did was to struggle to get away from him, and with a flushed face, he hurriedly stroked his chest and coughed violently.

"Cough cough cough..."

The big man felt so uncomfortable looking at him, he looked at him at a loss for a moment, and the hand that hesitated to caress his back stretched out and then retracted.

When Mo Xun finished coughing, he immediately hid him behind his back with a guilty conscience.

Mo Xun looked at him suspiciously, before he could ask, he coughed again, "Ahem..."

The big man was in a hurry, and hurriedly tapped Mo Xun's shoulder to let him look over, and hurriedly signed in sign language: Are you okay?

"It's okay..." Mo Xun replied weakly, his whole body seemed to be exhausted, and he seemed to lose a lot of energy.

Your face is very pale, do you want to see a doctor?

The big man asked worriedly.

Mo Xun shook his head, since he took the medicine given by Shi Zong, his body has been getting worse and worse, and now he is coughing like this, probably ordinary doctors can't see anything wrong.

Why waste this time and money?

The big guy is still worried: Really?

"Really, it's an old problem. For a while..." Mo Xun tried to explain patiently, but before he finished speaking halfway, he suddenly felt dizzy and fell forward as if weightless.

The big man supported him, and he didn't care about asking him anything. He stretched out his hand to caress his forehead, and without giving Mo Xun a chance to slow down, he hugged him horizontally.

"What..." What, before the words came out, she fell into a powerless sleep in his arms.

The big man randomly found an inn to live in, he put him on the bed, and immediately turned around to pull an old man's doctor over.

After reading it, I realized that it was a fever.

It's no wonder, he was already in poor health, and after soaking in the cold river water for so long, it's no wonder he didn't get sick.

Although I have only known him for less than two days, I always feel that he is very familiar. I can't describe the intimacy, but it is just a feeling.

The big man ordered Xiao Er to boil a plate of hot water every half an hour, twisted a hot towel and applied it to the forehead of the person on the bed.

Why does it look like this, when he is quiet, he looks so good-looking?

Prettier than women, at least he thought so.

The big man was so engrossed that he touched his cheek with his hand without knowing how to measure it. Perhaps his hand was a little rough, touching that white and tender face made him feel uncomfortable.

The slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and the big man looked into them, fearing that this would disturb his sleep, he hastily withdrew his hand.

In the early morning, everything is silent, the sky is dimly lit, and the dark night is about to disappear, when the sleeping person in the inn room has a movement.

Mo Xun was used to turning over and squinting for a while before waking up, but today, for some reason, he felt a very uncomfortable head, and it seemed that there was something in his stomach, which made him uncomfortable, and he couldn't help wanting to vomit.

Such an uncomfortable feeling, no matter how sleepy Mo Xun was, he was no longer sleepy, opened his eyes and immediately sat up, feeling like he wanted to vomit but couldn't.

"vomit……"

After retching for a while, Mo Xun felt relieved when he saw that nothing came out.

Only then did he notice that there was a person lying on the edge of the bed, and he could tell who this guy was at a glance.

I'm afraid this world is not as special as him. There will be a helmet on his head, and it can't be pulled off.

However, since he appeared and helped him again and again, no matter how stupid Mo Xun was, he would doubt the identity of this person.

Why had he been reluctant to tell himself his name?Did you know him?

After thinking about it, Mo Xun couldn't help lowering his head to take a closer look. The helmet completely covered his entire head, even a face, and he couldn't see anything except a mouth.

But fortunately, the helmet is a bit bigger. If you look closer, you should be able to see a three-point outline, right?