He lowered his head, looking at his unconscious legs.
How should I tell my brother that he doesn't want to be the monarch of this country, but only wants to destroy the country?
Seeing this, Mu Ran misunderstood his thoughts.
"Si Ming, you don't have to worry about your leg. I will heal him."
Mu Ran said softly, and with a bang, it slammed into Si Ming's heart fiercely.
He raised his head slowly, his eyes were covered with red bloodshot eyes, like a beast: "You said, what?"
His voice was a little hoarse, as if his throat was open, and he said these words with bloodshot eyes.
Mu Ran only felt distressed, and didn't think in other directions.
He raised his hand and gently rubbed Siming's soft hair: "Believe in brother."
Si Ming felt a little uncomfortable in his throat, as if something was stuck in it.
He rolled his Adam's apple up and down with difficulty, and stared at the person in front of him without blinking.
The person in front of him is not a person, but a ghost.
A ghost wearing a cold white robe, with a cold body temperature, but an extremely good-looking appearance.
Those extremely beautiful, peach blossom eyes with spring color, but full of tenderness.
He couldn't help but want to indulge in it.
"Brother, brother" Si Ming looked at Mu Ran and called out to Mu Ran, his eyes filled with mist.
Mu Ran couldn't hold back the pitiful little appearance, stepped forward to hug him, and sighed softly: "Don't worry, brother will always be by your side."
Si Ming didn't hear anything, he just hugged Mu Ran's waist tightly: "Brother, brother¡ª¡ª"
The face buried on Mu Ran's shoulder was covered with tear stains, big and big, and the tears fell desperately.
This continuous crying seemed to vent the grievances that had been suppressed in my heart for many years.
Like a real child, in the arms of a trusted person, howling loudly.
I don't know how long it took before Si Ming stopped crying.
He was crying so hard that he lost the strength, drowsiness swept over his body, and he fell into a drowsy sleep.
Mu Ran carefully let him lie in the center of the bed, and tucked him in the quilt.
Mu Ran gently wiped away the tears from the corners of Siming's eyes, and smiled helplessly: "Now I'm like a child."
Although he didn't understand it, he could sense it.
Si Ming called his brother stickily, unwilling to let him leave, like an insecure child.
Therefore, he will repeat over and over again that he will not leave.
"Don't worry, kid. I will never leave you." Mu Ran's voice was gentle like the spring breeze in March, gently blowing, but instantly revived the entire withered grassland.
Mu Ran sat on a wooden chair on one side, squinting his eyes and looking out the door.
The shelves full of various medicines that I saw last night came to my mind.
It seems that I have time to go to Si Qing's place again.
Tsk.
Mu Ran was thoughtful in his eyes.
I don't know who Si Qing is, but he even has herbs from the world of cultivating immortals
Should it be a coincidence, or is there something wrong with him?
With this question in mind, the sky gradually darkened.
Si Ming just woke up, looking at the darkness outside the window, Si Ming realized that he slept a lot.
He blushed a little.
How could he fall asleep crying in front of his brother in such an embarrassing manner?
Carefully glanced at Mu Ran who was sitting on a chair reading something, Si Ming whispered: "Brother¡ª¡ª"
Mu Ran put down the book in his hand: "Are you awake?"
"Yeah." Si Ming pursed his lips, two touches of blush were very conspicuous on his fair face.
However, Mu Ran picked up the book in his hand and said, "Who gave you this book?" (Remember the website address of this website: www.hlnovel.com