The Hierarch Has a Black Moonlight

Chapter 8 You Slowly Calm Down

don't drink...?

The drenched skirt cloth was stuck to the skin, and a sudden sticky coldness came, which made Yan Qimo frowned.

"Xiao Jin, drink some water." She knew that Wu Jin desperately needed water now, especially judging by her chapped lips.It's just that she has no self-awareness and can't control her actions in a coma.

Yan Qimo tried to call Wu Jin again, using what little patience she had left.

It was all because I accidentally injured her, and the little pet kindly brought gold back for me... She didn't recover her memory, she didn't betray her, so she shouldn't die now... Yan Qimo repeated silently in her heart countless times, and it took her a lot of effort to suppress her depression In anger, he controlled himself to try to be as gentle as possible, and slowly tried to feed Wu Jin with water.

Unexpectedly, those two lips were closed like a wall, stubborn and stubborn, completely draining all of Yan Qimo's patience.

Don't drink it?The little pet is quite obedient when awake, but after the coma, its body is always against itself, and it is not easy to worry about.Yan Qimo was decisive and ruthless in her actions, never knowing how to be soft-hearted and kind-hearted, so she grabbed Wu Jin by the throat.

With a little force from her hands, Wu Jin was restrained and unable to breathe, and the stuffy and suffocating feeling of suffocation suddenly filled the air, and she subconsciously opened her mouth, longing for air.

Taking advantage of this, Yan Qimo poured the water from the teacup into her mouth in one fell swoop, and immediately pressed her chin to force her to swallow.

A stream of lukewarm water rolled down his throat randomly, "cough, cough, cough." Wu Jin coughed a few times due to choking, frowned and closed his eyes tightly, with a pained expression on his face.

And Yan Qimo, not aware of her rudeness at all, looked at the empty teacup and thought that the effect was excellent, so she poured several cups of water into Wu Jin according to this method.

I don't know if it was because of being choked so badly, but Wu Jin woke up shortly after Yan Qimo finished feeding her water.

"Xiao Jin..." Yan Qimo sat down from the bed, and before she could say anything, Wu Jin curled up and shrank back.

It was a frightened and defensive posture of a little beast.Wu Jin leaned against the corner of the bed farthest from Yan Qimo, her back against the wall trembling slightly.

She arched her legs, curled her body into a ball, clasped her hands tightly on her knees, looked at Yan Qimo for a long time, obviously rolled her throat, but failed to say a word.

The chest injury was still aching, but what really made Wu Jin shrink back was Yan Qimo's piercing cold eyes in his mind.

Yan Qimo paused, she didn't expect Wu Jin to behave like this when she woke up, she didn't know what to say for a while, she just said: "Xiao Jin, come here." He waved to her again.

...It seems that there is some command tone mixed in.But this is probably Yan Qimo's most gentle way of coping, and it is also the first time in history.

The leader has been aloof for so many years, and he has always looked down upon others, treating him like an ant.The most high-ranking person does whatever he wants, never considers other people's emotions, and has never comforted others, and he doesn't know what the words "admit mistakes and apologize" really mean.

Now it's broken the routine not to grab Wu Jin in front of him, even if any elder protector in the sect who knows the mind of the leader will be stunned when he sees it.

But to Wu Jin, this is indeed a cold order, which makes those who have not healed their old wounds frightened for a while.

She curled up tightly, her back against the wall could no longer move back, she could only force herself to shrink even smaller, almost huddled into a ball and hid in the corner farthest from Yan Qimo. "...Don't." Wu Jin's low voice was blocked by his arms, and only two inaudible words floated out.

Being rejected twice in a row was something Yan Qimo had never encountered before.Such a person who disobeyed her orders would have long been a pile of bones falling apart.

"Then you can wait on your own." Yan Qimo really didn't know how to treat Wu Jin, thinking that since she was still terrified, she might as well let her calm down for a while, so as to heal her internal injuries.

"Recover well, I'll come see you tomorrow." After saying that, he turned around and left, no longer caring about the emotions of the person on the bed.

Wu Jin curled up on the bed alone, her eyes were dazed and she didn't know where to look. She looked around the room, and finally her eyes fell on the tea set on the table.

She subconsciously swallowed her saliva, and she didn't feel thirsty at all as she imagined... Did Yan Qimo feed herself water?

Covering his chest, the internal energy that was running around in the blur of consciousness has subsided a lot at this moment, it must be Yan Qimo who has resolved a lot for him...

She seems to have been guarding herself by the bed... Is it an illusion?

After waking up, Wu Jin's mind seemed to be a mess of indistinct wrinkles all the time, messing up in one place, disturbing both reason and emotion.

Finally, with a sharp knife, all these thoughts that had no reason and could not find a place were left behind and ignored.

Wu Jin sat cross-legged, calmed down to circulate her internal energy, and slowly adjusted her breath to recover from the injury.

Close your eyes and plug your ears, enter tranquility, and according to the secret healing method of the Blood Lotus Sect, it will take [-] hours to circulate your internal energy through the eight extraordinary meridians for [-] cycles.Wu Jin's eyes were tightly closed, and she maintained a motionless posture for a long time, as if she was isolated from the outside world, and her soul floated out of the world.

Naturally, I don't know what's going on in the big restaurant and inn outside this small room.

Yan Qimo was sitting in the lobby of the restaurant, and there were still countless food, wine and meat in front of the table, and the fragrance was overflowing.He moved his chopsticks casually, but felt that no matter how he ate it today, he didn't know how to eat it. After stuffing a few mouthfuls into his mouth, he frowned involuntarily.

Xiao Er watched with trepidation, and timidly said: "Guest, what's your dissatisfaction with this dish..." Yan Qimo shook his head, and Xiao Er immediately understood and kept quiet.

It turned out that I was not dissatisfied with the dishes, but probably because the eaters were worried.

After a while, Yan Qimo stood up and said, "Let's pour it all down." She was already impatient with the almost untouched dishes on the table, and she didn't want to take a second look, turned around and left.

In narrow alleyway

"Speaking of which, what happened to those people?"

"Yes, leader. Now there are sixteen sects and 28 individual guests rushing to Luoxia Village to prepare for the Qinglian meeting." The spies who came to report today saw the gloomy face of the leader. Angrily, the leader's life was at stake, so he reported the news in a concise and capable manner, careful in every word, not daring to say a word of nonsense. "This is the list of Qinglian Society included, please take a look at it."

Yan Qimo took the letter, pulled it away and glanced roughly: "A group of ants, they want to turn the world upside down."

"Master, do we need to send people there?"

"No need." Yan Qimo snorted lightly, "These people can't destroy the Blood Lotus Sect, they just want to let them bleed, just watch the show."

"Yes." The spy buried his head extremely low, and didn't dare to take a breath. He waited for a while with his heart hanging, and finally heard a long-awaited sentence: "Okay, step back."

Yan Qimo chose a bustling market full of variety to stroll around for a while, looking at calligraphy, paintings, playthings, treasures and ancient utensils, and even street performers and jugglers.She finds it... really boring.

At this moment, I have some doubts in my heart, how did I spend the whole day with Wu Jin on this street, is this really the street they came to a few days ago?

Yan Qimo couldn't bear the boredom here, it was crowded with people coming and going.A bunch of noisy shouts in the ears made people even more upset, so they simply went back to the inn early and called a bonus parrot.

The most useful messenger of the Wuwangshen Cult, flapping its wings and circling around the room, landed after finishing the foreplay, raised its neck proudly and squeaked a few words: "Please order, please order, please order!" The parrot has a high-pitched voice, learns well, and writes clearly.

"Muslim tomorrow."

The parrot repeated it twice at the top of its voice before Yan Qimo waved it away to deliver the message.

Seeing that night was approaching, there was still no movement in Wu Jin's room, the long silence was really easy to draw people's daydreams.

Yan Qimo thought for a while, and came up with an almost useless result—could it be that she was still afraid of herself?Forget it, bring her back to the church tomorrow and let her rest for a few more days.

There was a knock on the door, and it was Xiaoer's voice: "Does the guest still need dinner? If not, the chef will have to rest." It turned out that it was Xiaoer who saw that she hadn't had dinner today, and came to ask together.

"No need." Yan Qimo had no appetite, so she resolutely rejected Xiao Er just now, and opened the door again in the blink of an eye: "Wait, let's prepare a dinner."

That little thing stayed behind closed doors all day, so she definitely didn't eat, so don't starve her to death before she becomes Muslim.

When Xiao Er brought dinner, Yan Qimo pushed open the door of Wu Jin's room without even knocking on the door. "You go down first, you don't need to come up again." Called Xiao Er back, and stepped into the door with the food.

It turned out that I was still meditating and adjusting my breath.Yan Qimo glanced at the person on the bed, put down the food, and sat on the side of the table.

Counting the time, the injury should be almost healed.Yan Qimo tapped her fingers on the desk, made a "da da da da" sound, and then turned from the round stool to sit on the side of the bed.

Taking a look at Wu Jin's face, it showed signs that he was about to recover, but... a layer of sweat dripped from his forehead a little violently, and some had even slipped down from his cheeks, soaking the front of his clothes.

Yan Qimo looked at the rolling beads of sweat, and reached out to hold Wu Jin's wrist...

"Hmm..." After the [-] cycles were finished, Wu Jin felt her wrist being held by a force as soon as she finished her kung fu. She turned her head to look at the source of the force: "What's wrong?"

Yan Qimo raised her hand, put it on her forehead, and answered her: "There is sweat on your forehead, wipe it off yourself."

"Oh." Wu Jin wiped his forehead with the cloth of his sleeves a few times, wiped off the sweat, then lowered his head and let out a long sigh of relief. "Yan Qimo..."

"Xiao Jin, I didn't mean to hurt you that night." The interrupted Wu Jin raised his eyes and looked at Yan Qimo blankly, "Since you have recovered from your injury, come home with me tomorrow."

The author has something to say: This is how straight girls fall in love...

Yan Qimo: Ah, Xiao Jin is sweating, quickly remind her to wipe it off by herself.

Another Straight Daughter: Oh