She shook her head: "It's nothing, I'm just curious."

As soon as he finished speaking, the two people had already reached the foot of the back mountain.

Although the feeling of flying was good, she still preferred the feeling of being down to earth. As soon as she landed, she let go of Mo Zifei's neck and breathed out heavily. It was so dangerous today, she was almost eaten dry.

Woolen cloth……

Mo Zifei didn't have any mind-reading skills and didn't know what she was thinking. He just stepped forward and took her hand again.

"What are you doing...(what)?" Before she could finish her words, Mo Zifei lifted up her sleeve, revealing an ugly wound.

It turned out that he was checking her wounds. While Xiao Lige breathed a sigh of relief, he also had a strange feeling. It was like...marshmallow feeling.

Mo Zifei frowned slightly: "Didn't you apply any medicine this morning? Look at what the wound is like."

"I forgot...it doesn't seem to hurt...ah!" She retracted her hand in pain, and Mo Zifei, the bastard, actually patted her wound.

"What's your name if it doesn't hurt?" Mo Zifei glared at her: "I still have something to do and can't help you apply the medicine. I'll ask Yingluo to help you apply the medicine when I get back."

She reflexively asked, "Where are you going?"

Mo Zifei smiled lightly: "What's the matter, you don't want to leave me anymore?"

"No!" Xiao Lige glared at him fiercely: "I just feel that the blood you have here is not rabbit blood. It is quite similar to my blood, isn't it?"

Mo Zifei twitched his lips: "If you say it's rabbit blood, it's rabbit blood."

He didn't want her to worry, although he didn't know if she would worry about him.

"Eh? Madam, are you so quick?" Yingluo had just reached the foot of the mountain, and there was no trace of sadness on her face.

Xiao Lige's face felt hot again, and she thought to herself, Yingluo, when did you, a damn girl, become so open-minded?

"Take good care of the young mistress, I have to go back to the study. Her hand is injured, and I will leave it to you to apply the medicine. Remember not to call the doctor." Mo Zifei said, tiptoeing, and then disappeared into the flute.

In Li Ge's sight.

"Come back to your senses!!" Yingluo stretched out her hand and waved it in front of Xiao Lige's eyes.

"I'm not in a trance!" Xiao Lige glared at Yingluo: "What did you say just now, you damn girl, and why did you mean it ended so soon? We didn't even start! Bah, bah, bah, why should I explain this to you?

"

Yingluo shrugged and stretched out her hand: "Fei Shao said your hand is injured, please show me."

This time Xiao Lige was very cooperative and lifted up her sleeves again to show Yingluo.

"Hiss—" Yingluo took a breath of air: "Oh my God, this wound... is so deep! Look, it's a little black!"

Xiao Lige didn't care at all: "Let's go, I don't know the way, go back and get some medicine. Otherwise, if this hand is broken, I will have to rely on you to take care of it for the rest of my life!"

"Even if you are not injured, I will take care of you for the rest of my life!" Yingluo giggled, and suddenly her smile froze: "Wait a minute, this wound looks like... the whip from Mei Gui!"

"Smart girl!" Xiao Lige reached out and tapped Yingluo on the head: "You hate Yang Zi, I hate plum ghosts, we can use Yang Zi to make plum ghosts!"

"What to do?!" Yingluo asked eagerly.

Xiao Lige tapped her chin, thinking: "Of course, let Yang Zi know first that we have caught her pigtails!"

"But, didn't you say that Yang Zi would jump over the wall in a hurry?"
Chapter completed!