Chapter 256: It's quite a colorful life, isn't it?

Inside the clinic, Doctor Xia, who had been busy for half a day, finally received the seriously injured Mo Lin.

"Captain Mo, why are you so badly injured today?" Xia Tianwu looked at Mo Lin, but he was scolding in his mouth, and his brows were particularly gentle.

Mo Lin was stunned for a moment, and then heard Xia Tianwu say, "Take off your outer robe, I will clean your wound and apply medicine for you, it won't heal quickly just by taking pills."

Xia Tianwu said, and he had already led the man into the inner room.

Mo Lin felt a little strange in his heart, but he didn't understand why it was strange.

Since entering the secret realm, he has been killing evil demons outside the city, but the spiritual power here is meager, most of his spiritual power is imprisoned, and what he holds is not his own natal spiritual sword.

But the people around him quickly gave him the answer. In this secret realm, he seemed to be the captain of the guard team of the Lord's Mansion of Wu City, and also the best master in the city. He was the best swordsman in the world. In order to protect Wu City from being invaded by evil spirits, he often went out of the city to kill evil spirits. Under his protection, no one in Wu City had ever been invaded by evil spirits.

But...

Mo Lin took off his coat awkwardly, his upper body was naked, revealing his chest and back scratched by the evil spirits. The wounds were horrible and exuded a strange black air. The woman's white hand grasped the gauze with medicine liquid and gently pressed her wounds.

Xia Tianwu looked at the wound and said, "Bear the pain."

Mo Lin:...It's even more wrong. What's wrong?

He was like a naughty boy who didn't get itchy for three days. He couldn't get it right now.

At this moment, he was filled with thoughts like, "When did Junior Sister become so gentle?", "Why didn't she scold me?", "Isn't this way of treating the wound too gentle? It's so uncomfortable."

"This time the injury is too serious. I'm afraid you will have a fever at night. Rest here for one night today. If you have a fever, I will take care of you in time. I'll go out to treat other people after I've treated it."

Mo Lin said, "Oh", wrapped gauze around his body, closed his clothes, took the medicine obediently and lay down.

What's wrong?

Xia Tianwu walked out of the inner room, and in the midst of the booing, he still looked calm.

"Why can Brother Mo enter the inner room, but we can't?"

"Hey, Doctor Xia, didn't Captain Mo bring you flowers from outside the city this time?" The little boy in the clinic asked in surprise, looking at the things on the tray.

Xia Tianwu smiled upon hearing this, "I guess he was seriously injured, so he didn't take care of it."

"Everyone knows that Captain Mo likes you, doctor!"

Xia Tianwu paused, "Don't talk nonsense!"

The little boy was not annoyed, "Doctor, you are so kind and have superb medical skills. Everyone in the city likes you!"

"But the city has been uneasy in recent days."

"The city lord has always governed the city very well, selecting talented people and winning the hearts of the people. I don't know how he will react to this divine punishment. I think the divine punishment is terrible."

The little boy was delivering the medicine while whispering about the anomalies in the city.

In the inner room, Mo Lin was about to fall asleep drowsily after drinking the medicine. Hearing the intermittent words "Captain Mo likes you, doctor", he suddenly sat up in shock from his dying illness.

What is it? What do you like? Who do you like? Junior sister?

Mo Lin stared with a pair of big eyes that could not hide his thoughts, at a loss.

He seemed to have a fever, otherwise how could he hear talking in his sleep.

This secret realm is really terrifying.

It must be fake.

The city lord who was talked about is now in the city lord's mansion.

Huang Xuan looked at the young master who was handling the affairs in front of him, and he liked him more and more.

He was well organized and had something to say. When someone came to report matters, Yue Han would give an exceptionally reasonable solution at the first time.

"Uncle Huang? What do you think?" Yue Han turned his head, with a beautiful face, and his eyes always looked at people with clear kindness. Who would have thought that he was the city lord who was in charge of the city's strategy.

Huang Xuan was overwhelmed by this sudden happiness, and then in front of Yue Han, he cried with joy, a tough man crying.

Yue Han:

"The people in the God's Pavilion sent a message saying that as long as the people in the city obey the oracle, all their sins will be forgiven, and there will be no more evil spirits outside the city."

"In the past few days, the people in the city are in a panic. I heard that Captain Mo was seriously injured because the evil spirit suddenly became powerful. It's really worrying."

"I think with the blessing of the gods, if my people can live long and be blessed, it will be a good thing, what do you think?"

Yue Han thought Huang Xuan was old and had the problem of crying in the wind, so after saying this, he handed him a handkerchief, "Is Uncle Huang not feeling well? Why not ask Doctor Xia to come and take a look?"

Huang Xuan took the handkerchief and wiped his tears, "No, no, no, I'm just... too happy."

Yue Han believed it, "The arrival of a miracle is naturally a blessing for our Wucheng."

At night, the miracle did not stop, and the shrill shouts pierced the silent night.

The two people who were sleeping together in the ruined temple woke up at the same time and went out together.

Yuan Ye looked in the direction of the incident, "Junior Master, a miracle has come again."

This day, since they arrived in the south of the city, as if by some strange rule, they could not find anyone else. They could only mingle with the crowd and chat about things in the city, and gradually discovered the strange divisions of this world. The Divine

Pavilion posted the oracle, and Lin Du and Yuan Ye mingled with the crowd and figured out the basic structure of the city.

Lin Du couldn't help but complain, "This is a broken secret realm, the residents in the city are ordinary mortals, but the city lord's mansion has a swordsman who can kill the evil spirits, the doctors in the clinic can produce elixirs that never fail, there are many strange people in the city lord's mansion, there are evil spirits outside the city, and now there is another Divine Pavilion, this is quite colorful, isn't it?"

Eight people are indeed too many.

"Speaking of which, I haven't seen Senior Brother and Yan Qing yet, whether it's real or fake." Yuan Ye whispered.

Lin Du was silent for a moment, "Don't worry, they will come out eventually. When they realize that the people in front of them are not people they know, they will always meet them."

"Uncle Junior, do you mean that only when they realize that the familiar people they meet are not real people, the real people will meet us?"

Lin Du lowered his eyes, "Not sure, a guess, not necessarily right."

Yuan Ye was sure, the guesses made by Uncle Junior were generally correct.

The person being talked about woke up in the middle of the night, sweating profusely, and met a pair of soft eyes in the candlelight, and the cinnabar mole under the eye was also amazingly scorching.

"You have a fever." Xia Tianwu said softly, "Just got rid of the fever."

Mo Lin looked at the woman who wiped his sweat for a while, "Tianwu?"

"Yeah." Xia Tianwu blinked, "What's wrong? Still uncomfortable? Do you want some water?"

Mo Lin hesitated and nodded.

The candlelight was dim, and the young man's tough and handsome face was also dyed with soft lines. The

young man lowered his eyes, and his feather eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes until there was a little more coolness on his lips.

It was the edge of the teacup.

Mo Lin drank the tea from Xia Tianwu's hand. When Xia Tianwu wanted to stand up and put down the cup, he suddenly raised his eyes and grabbed the wrist through the cloth. His eyes were burning, and his voice was hoarse because of the fever, which was inexplicably tempting.

Xia Tianwu was stunned for a moment, and his heart was beating like thunder.

"Where is my sword?"

...

Xia Tianwu was stunned for a moment, "There."

Mo Lin turned over and sat up, went straight to his sword, and then casually made a sword flower, "Can I practice sword?"

Xia Tianwu nodded, "Be careful."

Mo Lin smiled, "If the wound breaks open, don't you still have Tian Wu?"

Xia Tianwu sat down at the table after hearing this.

Mo Lin picked up the sword and began to practice sword moves. Under the candlelight, his shadow was like a swallow or an eagle, revealing an indescribable determination and unrestrainedness.

After an unknown amount of time, the sword energy suddenly swept through the candle on the table in front of Xia Tianwu.

The flames extinguished with a sizzle, and the room was dark. The cold scabbard was pressed against the neck of the person.

"My junior sister never let me practice sword in the room, let alone watch me practice a thousand swords when I was injured. She wanted to hit me on the head with the sword and tie me up."

"Who is this monster, dare to pretend to be my junior sister?" The young man's voice was as clear as a blade unsheathed.