Demoness’s Art of Vengeance Chapter 316: The confession in the moonlit night, the sadness of Jun Xiaomo
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When Jun Xiaomo turned his attention back to Ye Xiuwen’s wounds, he discovered how deep the other party’s injuries were-Ye Xiuwen’s back and chest were covered with large and small wounds. Those wounds with deep visible bones, even those superficial wounds, look terrifyingly terrifying because of the charred flesh and valgus.
"How could it hurt so badly." Jun Xiaomo gently put his hand on one of the wounds, and a touch of discomfort flashed in his eyes.
Feeling the slender hand with a slight chill behind him, Ye Xiuwen involuntarily tightened his back.
"Ah! Brother, did I hurt you?" Afterwards, Jun Xiaomo realized Ye Xiuwen's strangeness, and hurriedly let go of his right hand, touched his nose with some embarrassment, and said, "I'm sorry. Let me apply the medicine for you now."
Ye Xiuwen shook his head and whispered: "It's okay, it's not your problem."
When Jun Xiaomo put his hand on his back, his heart lake seemed to be swept gently by a feather, and ripples appeared.
Jun Xiaomo glanced at Ye Xiuwen in confusion, wondering if it was her illusion, as if the senior's voice was a little hoarse.
The confusion at this moment was quickly thrown behind by Jun Xiaomo. She picked up the powder, poured some on her hand, and then gently sprinkled it on Ye Xiuwen's back, and then slowly wiped it on. uniform.
Jun Xiaomo was afraid of getting involved in Ye Xiuwen's wounds, and made every move as careful as possible. These healing medicines are still very useful. After spraying them, the bony wound on Ye Xiuwen's back quickly stopped bleeding.
Ye Xiuwen took a slight breath when it wiped a certain place.
"What's the matter? Did I use too much force?" Jun Xiaomo quickly raised his hand, slowed down again, and carefully wiped the wound with his index finger.
Ye Xiuwen's back stretched even tighter.
Jun Xiaomo didn't dare to wipe it. She was afraid that the more she wiped it, Ye Xiuwen would hurt more, so she had to sprinkle some powder on it to cover the wound.
Ye Xiuwen finally breathed a sigh of relief, but couldn't help but smile wryly in his heart.
He is really stunned. He actually imagines in his mind the way the little sister’s hand is walking on his back. Everywhere the little sister’s finger traverses, it seems to be slowly engraved on his In his mind-he spit on his sloppy mind, but there are some things that he can't control.
After all, he is also a normal man. When facing the approach of his sweetheart, he will have the reaction that a normal man would have.
Especially when the junior sister touched his sensitive places, this reaction was especially strong.
It’s just that these things are not easy to tell. Therefore, Ye Xiuwen can only assume that Jun Xiaomo was pulling on his wounds because of applying the powder too hard—and in fact, Ye Xiuwen was a hundred more serious than this. I have felt the injuries of times or a thousand times. Compared with those injuries, this kind of wound is really nothing.
It took Jun Xiaomo a stick of incense to help Ye Xiuwen finish applying the wound on his back. Both she and Ye Xiuwen could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Jun Xiaomo was thinking that after finishing painting, he blamed himself for being clumsy and always getting involved in the wounds of his brother, and Ye Xiuwen no longer had to endure this kind of sweet and torturing taste.
As for the wounds on Ye Xiuwen's chest and abdomen, he can reach them himself, so he doesn't need Jun Xiaomo to help him apply them.
After Jun Xiaomo handed the powder to Ye Xiuwen's hand, he sat down in front of him, propped his knees, pursing his lips, watching Ye Xiuwen calmly apply medicine to the wound on his body.
Ye Xiuwen wiped it for a while, and finally noticed the line of sight on the other side. He raised his head and met Jun Xiaomo's slightly tangled face.
"What's the matter?" Ye Xiuwen smiled lightly, "Why are you thinking about something important and serious?"
Jun Xiaomo looked at Ye Xiuwen, but stopped talking.
"Let's talk about it, is there anything else I can't tell Brother Ye?" Ye Xiuwen's eyes had a soft look.
Looking at the gentle Ye Xiuwen, Jun Xiaomo's heart was even more sad--Brother Ye is good at everything, so why did he fall in love with such a scum woman?
Blinking sour eyes, Jun Xiaomo lowered his head and muttered in a low voice: "Brother Ye, your injury was caused by Zhang Shuyue, right?"
When Ye Xiuwen heard it, he really didn't know whether to be angry or to laugh. How could this girl think that she was fighting a few fire-phosphorus snakes of the Golden Core period because of Zhang Shuyue? Is it possible that you have nothing to do when you are full!
"Why do you think I was injured because of Zhang Shuyue?" Ye Xiuwen asked helplessly, watching Jun Xiaomo's spin.
"Isn't it?" Jun Xiaomo raised his head, his eyes widened in surprise.
"Then tell me, what basis do you think so." Ye Xiuwen was really angry and funny, but his tone was still calm.
Judging from Ye Xiuwen's face, Jun Xiaomo couldn't tell what he thought, so he puffed his cheeks and mumbled: "It's not because...because..."
"Because of what, huh?"
"Because..."
Because you were often injured for Zhang Shuyue in your previous life, Jun Xiaomo thought quietly in his heart, his mouth was a bit sore and bitter, but he couldn't utter a word.
Ye Xiuwen's eyes darkened for a moment, but the younger sister was still like this, unwilling to tell him the true facts, the deepest secrets deep in my heart.
Jun Xiaomo raised his eyes and asked a little aggrieved: "Where did the injury come from, brother? You obviously left with Zhang Shuyue, and then you got hurt."
She finally found a reliable argument, but the feeling of uncomfortableness in her heart became even stronger-she strongly hoped to hear the negative answer from Ye Xiuwen's mouth.
The helplessness in Ye Xiuwen's eyes became even worse. He waved to Jun Xiaomo and said, "Come here."
Jun Xiaomo thought for a while, but stood up and walked over.
Ye Xiuwen tapped a note on Jun Xiaomo’s forehead, and said: “When I saw Miss Zhang and I left, I judged that I was injured because of her. What about your logic? The more stupid I live."
"But brother, you are not willing to say, I have asked you several times and you have stopped talking." Jun Xiaomo rubbed his forehead, feeling even more aggrieved.
Ye Xiuwen sighed, took out a bunch of muling flowers from the storage ring, and said: "I went to pick these muling flowers. I didn't expect that there were several companions next to the muling flowers. Ling Snake, almost got hurt. I don’t know the role of Muling Flower. I just don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable and guilty."
Jun Xiaomo took this bunch of Muling flowers, and his eyes became slightly wet.
Yes, after living for so long, how could she not know the role of Mulinghua? The Muling Flower had the greatest effect on the injuries of the Huo Linggen monk, and it was probably because of his injuries that Senior Brother Ye went out to pick the Muling Flower.
And she has been unreasonably making trouble for so long, making the brother headache and worrying.
Seeing Jun Xiaomo lowering his head and holding the Muling Flower without talking, Ye Xiuwen knew that the other party was immersed in guilt again.
The feeling he wanted was not just Jun Xiaomo's guilt, but the worries in his heart made him unable to take that step too late, so that time and time again, it was always wrong.
In order to stop Jun Xiaomo from being immersed in the emotion of self-blame, Ye Xiuwen took the initiative to interrupt Jun Xiaomo's thoughts.
"Don't you still have to help the brother bandage the wound? What are you doing there?" Ye Xiuwen rubbed Jun Xiaomo's hair.
Jun Xiaomo came back to his senses and hurriedly stuffed the Muling Flower into the storage ring, then picked up the bandaged band, walked to Ye Xiuwen's side, and started to give him a circle. Bandaged up.
Jun Xiaomo herself has been injured countless times, and she's also very expert in dressing things, but she is afraid of hurting Ye Xiuwen, so she still softens her movements unconsciously.
Looking at Ye Xiuwen's wounds being covered by bandages, Jun Xiaomo's heart was even more heavy, and he felt terribly uncomfortable.
Yes, if Ye Xiuwen was injured for Zhang Shuyue, she felt sad; if Ye Xiuwen was injured because of her, she would not feel better in her heart.
In any case, she didn't want to see the piles of hideous wounds on Brother Ye's body, she looked uncomfortable.
Ye Xiuwen felt that Jun Xiaomo's mood still seemed very low, and he didn't return to normal, so he turned his head and looked in the direction of Jun Xiaomo.
At this sight, he was stunned.
Jun Xiaomo's eyes were red, and he was obviously about to cry.
"Brother gave you the elixir, not to see you cry out." Ye Xiuwen comforted softly, his expression became serious, "I am your senior brother, I was originally responsible for taking care of you. , There is no need to have too much psychological burden. You were left alone in the Xuyang Sect before, facing the group of He Zhang alone, brothers need to blame themselves."
"This is none of your business, brother, I chose to conceal it." Jun Xiaomo hurriedly defended.
"Where is it, so this is not about Xiaomo’s business. Brother just wants to take on the responsibility that belongs to him, so he went to pick up the elixir for you, and he just underestimated the danger of that area, so You will get hurt, okay?" Ye Xiuwen said loudly and loudly.
Jun Xiaomo was stunned, then softly replied "um", nodded, and tied the last knot on Ye Xiuwen's bandage.
Ye Xiuwen sighed lightly. He felt that he had sighed a bit more tonight.
"Xiao Mo, what are you thinking about? Why don't you tell the truth to the brother. Also, have you ever had any rifts with Miss Zhang before? That's why you hate her so much?"
Jun Xiaomo raised his eyes and met Ye Xiuwen's caring gaze.
Senior Brother Ye is always the case, even if this is just a responsibility he believes in his heart, he still bears it firmly.
She really shouldn't be hiding from Brother Ye, should she? Such a good Senior Brother Ye really shouldn't be deceived by Zhang Shuyue again in this lifetime.
Jun Xiaomo, who made up his mind, bit his lower lip, looked up at Ye Xiuwen and said, "Brother, I just don't want you to be fooled by her again."
"Re?" Ye Xiuwen keenly grasped this special word.
"I had a dream. I dreamed that you fell in love with Zhang Shuyue, and you were with her, but in the end she was killed by her, piercing the heart with a sword." Jun Xiaomo said the last four words, in his eyes Finally, the tears couldn't hold back, and they slid down from his cheeks.
This is one of the most painful memories in her heart, which tortured her countless days and nights in her previous life.
The tears made Jun Xiaomo's vision blurred. I don't know when, Ye Xiuwen stood up and stood in front of her.
Raising his hand and wiping away the tears from Jun Xiaomo’s cheeks, Ye Xiuwen sighed slightly and asked clearly: "Xiao Mo, do you mind that I like Zhang Shuyue or do you mind the dream? I was killed by Zhang Shuyue here?"
What? Does this make a difference?
Jun Xiaomo's head couldn't turn around for a while.
She raised her head, looked at Ye Xiuwen in confusion, and met a pair of black eyes that deeply suppressed all kinds of emotions.
He was inexplicably tight, Jun Xiaomo felt that there seemed to be two bitter whirlpools hidden in these eyes, and at this moment, all her mind was sucked in.