The Rebirth of the National Goddess

Daiyu didn't care about Mo Zhixuan's attitude at all, she put the porridge on the table beside the bed, and asked, "Mr. Mo, are you hungry? What do you want to eat? Let me make it for you?"

As long as she can have a few more words with Mr. Mo, she is also satisfied.

This kind of noble and cold man can easily seduce people's hearts and make people deeply fascinated.

Mo Zhixuan looked up at Daiyu impatiently, "Do you have anything else to do?"

His tone was as cold as ever.

For outsiders, he has always cherished words like gold.

How could the clever Daiyu fail to understand the meaning of chasing guests in his words, she raised her hand to brush her hair, held the bowl on the table in her hand, and said, "Mr. Mo, let me feed Chu Let's have porridge, miss, the master will heal Miss Chu today, and is waiting for you in the front hall, saying that he has something to tell you."

"I'm sorry to trouble you." Mo Zhixuan glanced at her indifferently, dropped these four words, and walked out the door.

His back is tall and straight, with a long and tall body, which gives a sense of security at first glance, and one can't help but want to wrap his arms around his waist from behind.

I want to... put my profile face on his back.

It would have been great if she had met him earlier, so that a fiancée would not have appeared out of nowhere.

Daiyu stared at his back in a daze, recovered after a while, stirred the porridge in her hands a few times, then sat down on the bed slowly, looked at Chu Jin lying on the bed with tender eyes, the corners of her mouth exposed A slight arc.

The white porridge was very thin and thick, with almost no rice grains, so there was no need to worry that Chu Jin would not be able to swallow it.

Daiyu fed her spoonful by spoonful, very patiently.

Half a bowl of porridge was quickly finished.

Daiyu's gaze was fixed on Chu Jin's face, and she murmured, "This face is really delicate."

The sound is like water and songs, clear and pleasant.

After a while, Daiyu slowly raised her right hand, her eyes fell on Chu Jin's neck, and she also put her white and slender hand on it. She could clearly feel the blood flowing through the flesh and slowly under her palm.

This neck is really thin, as long as you use a little force, you can cut it off.

I don't know, is the blood hidden under this layer of flesh as red and bright as that poor little white rabbit?

Really want to see.

The corners of Daiyu's mouth curled up slightly, the strength in her hands was gradually tightening, her beautiful eyes were slightly narrowed, and there was a look of excitement flickering inside, the soft light gave her a light halo, the years were quiet, and the world was stable , she is still the innocent and innocent little junior sister who is loved by everyone, as if the person who has murderous intentions at this moment is not her.

The person lying on the bed still had his eyes closed, and his thick and slender eyelashes formed a small cattail fan. His face was picturesque, with bright red plums blooming on her body, making his lips even redder. Now, her skin is whiter, she doesn't seem to be in a coma, but more like a Sleeping Beauty sleeping in a crystal coffin.

The picture is so beautiful that it is hard to take your eyes off it.

Daiyu looked at Chu Jin, and finally let go of her hand. A smile flickered in her beautiful almond eyes, and her voice was slow and clear, "I would rather let you live than die, I want you to live... alive."

Sometimes it takes more courage to live than to die.

Destroying the most beautiful thing with one's own hands, and letting her die little by little, this is what makes people happy physically and mentally.

She spoke word by word, coupled with the smile on the corner of her mouth, there was an indescribably weird feeling.

Just in time, there was a slight sound of footsteps outside the door.

Daiyu put her hand on Chu Jin's neck calmly, and in a moment, the red bruise on her neck disappeared.

With a sound of 'squeak', the wooden door was pushed open.

Two figures walked in from the door.

A fairy style, with a childlike face.

A stern and straight line, the king's aura is irresistible.

It was Mo Zhixuan and Elder Xu Kong who came.

"Master, Mr. Mo." Daiyu stood up from the bed with a smile on her lips, her demeanor was unusually pure, her apricot eyes were translucent, like a fallen angel.

Elder Xu Kong put the wooden box beside the bed, looked up at Dai Yu, "How is Miss Chu doing now?"

"She's fine," Dai Yu said with a smile, "I even fed her half a bowl of porridge just now."

Elder Xukong nodded, and continued, "I'm going to heal Ms. Chu, you take Mr. Mo down to rest first."

"Okay." Daiyu got up and walked to Mo Zhixuan's side, "Then we won't bother Master."

Mo Zhixuan also raised his eyes to look at the void, the coldness in his pair of phoenix eyes was threatening, and the black color was surging, "Elder Kong Kong, Ah Jin will leave it to you."

Elder Xukong stroked his beard and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I will definitely return you a intact Miss Chu."

"Thank you." Mo Zhixuan lightly dropped these two words, and turned to leave.

With a 'squeak' sound, the closed wooden door blocked the incoming sunlight.

Only then did Elder Kong Kong turn to look at the person lying on the bed, hearing Daiyu's words from last night, he sighed slowly, with a complicated expression on his face.

People who defy the world should not exist in the world.

But this person in front of him is an exception.

Even he couldn't see where she came from.

No one can fathom her fate.