When Jun Xiaomo turned his attention back to Ye Xiuwen's wounds, he realized how deep the wounds were - Ye Xiuwen's back and chest were covered with large and small wounds, not to mention those deep and visible wounds. Bone wounds, even superficial wounds, look particularly hideous and terrifying because of the scorched blackness and eversion of the flesh.
"How could it be so badly injured?" Jun Xiaomo gently placed his hand on one of the wounds, with a flash of discomfort in his eyes.
Feeling the slight coolness in his delicate hands behind his back, Ye Xiuwen involuntarily tensed his back.
"Ah! Senior brother, did I hurt you?" Jun Xiaomo belatedly noticed Ye Xiuwen's strangeness, hurriedly let go of his right hand, touched his nose with some embarrassment, and said, "I'm sorry, I'm helping you now." Just apply some medicine."
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 felt as if a feather had gently swept over it, creating a circle of ripples.
Jun Xiaomo glanced at Ye Xiuwen in confusion, wondering if it was her imagination, as if her senior brother's voice was a little hoarse.
The confusion at this moment was quickly forgotten by Jun Xiaomo. She picked up the medicinal powder, poured some into her hand, then lightly sprinkled it on Ye Xiuwen's back, and then slowly spread it evenly.
Jun Xiaomo was afraid of damaging Ye Xiuwen's wounds, so he made every move as carefully as possible. These healing medicines were quite effective. After being sprinkled on, the bone-deep wounds on Ye Xiuwen's back stopped bleeding quickly.
When applying it to a certain place, Ye Xiuwen took a gentle breath.
"What's wrong? 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 couldn't help but tighten even more.
Jun Xiaomo didn't dare to wipe it. She was afraid that the more she wiped it, the more pain Ye Xiuwen would get, so she had to sprinkle some more powder on it to cover the wound.
Ye Xiuwen finally breathed a sigh of relief, but couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart.
He was so stunned that he actually imagined in his mind the way his junior sister's hands were roaming around his back. Every place the junior sister's fingers touched seemed to be slowly engraved in his mind - He spurned his own dirty thoughts, but there were some things he couldn't control.
After all, he is also a normal man. When faced with the approach of his sweetheart, he will also have the reaction that a normal man would have.
This reaction was especially strong when the junior sister touched his sensitive place.
However, it was difficult to tell these things, so Ye Xiuwen could only assume that Jun Xiaomo had hurt his wound because he applied the powder too hard - but in fact, Ye Xiuwen was a hundred times, a thousand times more serious than this. I have experienced multiple injuries. Compared with those injuries, this kind of injury is really nothing.
It took Jun Xiaomo a full stick of incense to help Ye Xiuwen finish applying the wound on his back. Both she and Ye Xiuwen couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief.
Jun Xiaomo was thinking that after he finally finished applying it, it was all his fault that he was clumsy and kept pulling on his senior brother's wounds, while Ye Xiuwen no longer had to endure this sweet yet tortured feeling.
As for the wounds on Ye Xiuwen's chest and abdomen, he could reach them himself, so he didn't need Jun Xiaomo to apply them for him.
After Jun Xiaomo handed the medicinal powder to Ye Xiuwen's hand, he sat down in front of him, propped up his knees, pursed his lips and watched Ye Xiuwen apply medicine to his wounds calmly.
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 troubled face.
"What's wrong?" Ye Xiuwen smiled softly, "Why do you look so serious? Are you thinking about something important and serious?"
Jun Xiaomo looked at Ye Xiuwen and hesitated to speak.
"Tell me, is there anything else that I can't tell Senior Brother Ye?" Ye Xiuwen had a soft look in his eyes.
Looking at the gentle Ye Xiuwen, Jun Xiaomo felt even more sad - Senior Brother Ye is good at everything, why did he fall in love with such a scumbag
Blinking his sore eyes, Jun Xiaomo lowered his head and muttered in a low voice: "Senior Brother Ye, are the injuries on your body caused by Zhang Shuyue?"
When Ye Xiuwen heard this at first glance, he really didn't know whether to be angry or laugh. How could this girl think that she went to fight several golden elixir-stage fire phosphorus snakes just for Zhang Shuyue? Is it possible that I have nothing to do when I’m full
"Why do you think I was injured because of Zhang Shuyue?" Ye Xiuwen asked helplessly, looking at Jun Xiaomo's hair.
"Isn't it?" Jun Xiaomo raised his head and his eyes widened in surprise.
"Then tell me, what is the basis for your opinion?" Ye Xiuwen felt really angry and funny, but his tone remained calm.
From Ye Xiuwen's face, Jun Xiaomo couldn't tell what he was thinking, so he could only puff up his cheeks and mutter: "It's not because... because..."
"Because of what, huh?"
"because… "
Because you were often injured because of Zhang Shuyue in your previous life, Jun Xiaomo thought silently in his heart, his mouth felt a little sour and bitter, but he couldn't spit out a word.
Ye Xiuwen's eyes dimmed for a moment, but the junior sister was still like this, unwilling to tell him the real facts, the deepest secrets hidden deep in her heart.
Jun Xiaomo raised his eyes and asked a little aggrievedly: "Senior brother, where did your injuries come from? You obviously left with Zhang Shuyue, and then you were injured."
She finally found a reliable argument, but the unhappiness in her heart became even stronger - she strongly hoped to hear a 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, then stood up and walked over.
Ye Xiuwen knocked Jun Xiaomo on the forehead gently and said: "When he saw Miss Zhang and I leaving, he judged that I was hurt because of her. What's your logic? Why do you become more stupid as you live more? ”
"But senior brother, you don't want to say anything. I asked you several times but you hesitated to speak." Jun Xiaomo rubbed his forehead, feeling even more aggrieved.
Ye Xiuwen sighed, took out a bouquet of Muling flowers from the storage ring, and said, "I went to pick these Muling flowers, but I didn't expect several accompanying spiritual snakes to appear next to the Muling flowers. I almost got hit and was injured. You must know the role of Mulinghua even if I don't tell you, I just don't want you to feel uncomfortable and guilty."
Jun Xiaomo took the bouquet of Muling flowers and his eyes became slightly moist.
Yes, after living for so long, how could she not know the role of Mulinghua? Muling flowers have the greatest effect on the injuries sustained by cultivator Huolinggen. It must be because of his injuries that Senior Brother Ye went out to pick Muling flowers.
And she had been making trouble unreasonably for so long, which gave her senior brother a headache and worry.
Seeing Jun Xiaomo lower his head and hold the Mulinghua without saying anything, Ye Xiuwen knew that the other person was immersed in guilt again.
The relationship he wanted was not just Jun Xiaomo's guilt, but the worries in his heart kept him from taking that step, so that time and time again, things always went 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 senior brother bandage his wounds? What are you doing standing there?" Ye Xiuwen rubbed Jun Xiaomo's hair.
Jun Xiaomo came back to his senses, hurriedly stuffed Mulinghua into the storage ring, then picked up the bandage, walked to Ye Xiuwen's side, and began to bandage him in circles. .
Jun Xiaomo herself had been injured countless times and was very expert at bandaging things. However, she was afraid of hurting Ye Xiuwen, so she unconsciously moved more gently.
Seeing Ye Xiuwen's wounds covered with bandages, Jun Xiaomo's heart felt even heavier and he felt extremely uncomfortable.
Yes, if Ye Xiuwen was hurt because of Zhang Shuyue, she would feel sad; if Ye Xiuwen was hurt because of her, she would feel uncomfortable too.
No matter what, she didn't want to see the piles of hideous wounds on Senior Brother Ye's body, which made her feel uncomfortable.
Ye Xiuwen felt that Jun Xiaomo's mood was still very low and had not returned to normal, so he turned his head and looked in Jun Xiaomo's direction.
At this sight, he was stunned.
Jun Xiaomo's eyes were red, and he obviously looked like he was about to cry.
"Senior brother collected the elixir for you, not just to see you cry." Ye Xiuwen comforted softly, and his expression became serious, "I am your senior brother, and I have the responsibility to take care of you. There is no need. There is too much psychological burden. You were left alone in the Xuyang Sect before, facing He Zhang's group of people alone, senior brother, you need to blame yourself."
"This is none of your business, senior brother. I just chose to hide it." Jun Xiaomo hurriedly defended.
"That's right, so this has nothing to do with Xiaomo. Senior brother just wanted to take on his own responsibility, so he went to collect the elixir for you, and he happened to underestimate the danger of that area, so he was injured. Yes, do you understand?" Ye Xiuwen said loudly and clearly.
Jun Xiaomo was stunned for a moment, then said "Yes" softly, nodded, and at the same time tied the last knot on Ye Xiuwen's bandage.
Ye Xiuwen sighed lightly. He felt that he sighed a lot tonight.
"Xiao Mo, what are you thinking about? Why don't you tell the truth to senior brother? Also, did you and Miss Zhang have any quarrel before? That's why you hate her so much?"
Jun Xiaomo raised his eyes and met Ye Xiuwen's concerned gaze.
Senior Brother Ye is always like this. Even if it is just a responsibility that he considers in his heart, he will still shoulder it unswervingly.
She really shouldn't hide this from Senior Brother Ye, right? Such a good senior brother Ye really shouldn't be deceived by Zhang Shuyue again in this life.
Having made up his mind, Jun Xiaomo bit his lower lip, looked up at Ye Xiuwen and said, "Brother, I just don't want you to be deceived by her again."
"Again?" Ye Xiuwen keenly caught this special word.
"I had a dream. I dreamed that you fell in love with Zhang Shuyue, got together with her, but was killed by her in the end, with a sword piercing your heart." When Jun Xiaomo said the last four words, tears finally filled his eyes. It couldn't be held any longer and slipped down from his cheeks.
This was one of the most painful memories deep in her heart, which tortured her for countless days and nights in her previous life.
Tears made Jun Xiaomo's vision blurred. At some point, Ye Xiuwen stood up and stood in front of her.
Raising his hand and wiping away the tears on Jun Xiaomo's cheek, Ye Xiuwen sighed slightly and asked clearly: "Xiao Mo, do you mind that I like Zhang Shuyue, or do you mind me in the dream?" What about being killed by Zhang Shuyue?"
What? Does it make any difference
Jun Xiaomo's head couldn't turn around at all for a moment.
She raised her head, looked at Ye Xiuwen in confusion, and met a pair of black eyes that were filled with various emotions.
Her heart tightened inexplicably, and Jun Xiaomo felt that there seemed to be two cold whirlpools hidden in these eyes, sucking in all her heart at this moment.