Transmigration Book

Chapter 18 Guard

Second Brother Murong is different from the eldest brother who is calm and quiet.Because he has traveled abroad all the year round, his knowledge is quite extensive.When I'm with Murong Mingxi, I often have endless things to say.

——It is simply a more terrifying "opponent" than Little Tail Murong Ange.

The little black dog nestled safely in Murong Mingxi's arms, occupying this unshakable intimate position, and cast a mocking gaze at Mo Ziqi who hadn't been able to speak to Murong Mingxi alone for a long time.

Mo Ziqi looked back at it calmly, feeling so depressed that he died.

With great difficulty, he dismissed everyone in Murong's family, who knew that Murong Jize would come back early.

Before this, Mo Ziqi had always thought that the only trouble on his journey was Mo Bao, a follower.

Murong Jize and Murong Mingxi were telling stories about their travels, but they did not neglect their observation of Mo Ziqi.At this moment, I can see all the small movements of one person and one beast, and I feel very strange for a while.

This one seems to be different from what he imagined.

The three entourage have their own concerns.The owner of the trip was sitting in a chair wrapped in suede, and his mind couldn't help but fly outside.

He is going out for the first time.It was okay when the carriage was driving on the official road, but now that it entered the city, Murong Mingxi couldn't hold back his curiosity any longer, so he started to look out from the window.

Like a child.

A smile flashed across Mo Ziqi's eyes.

When the carriage stopped in front of the reserved inn, Mo Ziqi stood up and patted Murong Mingxi on the shoulder to remind him, "We are here. Let's rest today, and I will take you shopping tomorrow."

"Really?" Murong Mingxi looked at him eagerly, and secretly glanced at Murong Jize from the corner of his eye.

Mo Ziqi chuckled, and firmly supported him, "What did I lie to you for?"

Murong Jize looked at Mo Ziqi again, feeling that there was something they had overlooked.Knocked Murong Mingxi's head with a fan, and cursed with a smile, "I'm so greedy. I brought you out, can I still keep you in check?"

Murong Mingxi covered his forehead, looking at him from bottom to top.Like a well-behaved and docile puppy.

During the ten-day journey, even with a comfortable carriage, Murong Mingxi's body couldn't bear it.As soon as the mental strength of just entering the city is over, the feeling of exhaustion floods in like a tide.

Murong Mingxi had eaten with the two of them, so he didn't need to be reminded by the two of them, so he consciously went upstairs to wash up.Wrapped in a quilt, he fell asleep in a daze.

Murong Jize was worried about him.After arranging the warm jade in the room, he didn't go back to the room.Just meditate and practice on the soft bed outside.

As always, the little black dog rolled into a little fur ball, sleeping on the pillow next to Murong Mingxi's face.

Mo Ziqi who has no place to stay: "..."

To be honest, he had originally prepared the limp outside the Tianzifang for himself.

He also specially asked someone to buy a small nest, which was reserved for the cub.

It's fine now, I don't need any of them.

Mo Ziqi suppressed the depression in his heart.Sit down on the stool in the small living room, put one hand on the table, close your eyes and meditate.

Murong Mingxi's physical foundation is weak after all.Entering a new environment for the first time, as the only alchemist here, he needs to pay more attention.Of course it is impossible to just leave.

Murong Jize opened his eyes, and a trace of surprise flashed across his eyes very quickly.

He really didn't expect that this noble young master would rather wrong himself than give up vigil for Murong Mingxi.

"I understand why the eldest brother trusts you so much."

Murong Jize narrowed his eyes slightly and murmured in a low voice.He closed his eyes again and entered the state of practice.

In the middle of the night, the little black dog clinging to Murong Mingxi was the first to discover the problem.Shaking his ears, he stood up all of a sudden, and rubbed Murong Mingxi's cheek with the tip of his nose.

After realizing that he didn't feel wrong, he kicked his claws, jumped off the bed nimbly, and trot outside.

Before it could make a sound to remind, the two people outside had already got up together.With a flash, he appeared in front of the bed.

Mo Ziqi half-kneeled by the bed, put his hand on Murong Mingxi's forehead, "It's just a low fever, better than expected."

Murong Jize secretly heaved a sigh of relief, "Is it still the old prescription? I'll make the medicine."

Pills are the essence of spiritual things gathered.After all, Murong Mingxi is still a mortal, so many pills are inconvenient to use directly on him.For the same prescription, taking the medicine and decocting it will be milder.

Mo Ziqi nodded.He took out a soft handkerchief from the storage ring, and gently wiped off the sweat from Murong Mingxi's forehead.Picking up the cup, he fed Murong Mingxi some half-warm spirit liquid.

"I thought I wouldn't have a fever this time." Murong Mingxi gradually regained consciousness.Leaning against Mo Ziqi's arms, he smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Then what you think is a big step." Mo Ziqi sensed his depressed mood and joked, "I said that I will definitely cure you, but you have only been recuperating for a few days. It's too hard for me."

"Pfft." Murong Mingxi was amused by his aggrieved speech.Because of the fever, the voice was soft and breathy, "I see you speak as a doctor every day, and you think that you have rejuvenated your hands and cured your illness with medicine."

When Mo Ziqi saw that he was serious, he couldn't laugh or cry, "Don't really think that if I say something today, you will be fine tomorrow, right? That's not a doctor, it's a living god."

It may be that sick people always like to think wildly, and their psychological defenses are relatively weak.Murong Mingxi suddenly thought of Mo Ziqi's self-confidence in the dream, as the son of destiny, and compared it with the young master Mo who would admit love at the slightest disagreement.Not knowing what state of mind he was in, he reached out and grabbed Mo Ziqi's strand of black hair that was hanging down his chest, and pulled, "Aren't you?"

"Of course not." And it never was.

If he was, Murong Mingxi in his previous life would not have died.

Mo Ziqi lowered his eyes, and the emotions in his smile were complicated and incomprehensible to others, as well as the indifference of the world.Only when facing Murong Mingxi, did he have the warmth of a human being.

Mo Ziqi indulged Murong Mingxi to mess around.Seeing Murong Mingxi purse his lips, he added with a light smile, "But, if you think I am, I must be."

Even if he bury the world again and go back in time, Mo Ziqi will always fulfill Murong Mingxi's wish.

He will definitely become Murong Mingxi's living god alone.