MTL - Monument of Life and Death-Chapter 949 Selfish

   Chapter 949 Selfish

   "No wonder Li Muyuan said it was okay, it turns out that he knew that this dress was invalid for us," Baomu said, "but he didn't expect that it was Lingluo who reached out and touched Huang Zhi."

   "I'm sorry, but I'm too curious," Ayara said, "It's okay, right?"

   "It's alright, it's alright," Luo Jiutian said hurriedly, "Yanluo, please take a look at Senior Brother Huang Zhi."

"Well... I did read it," Ling Luo said, "but I'm sorry, I'm a ghost, even if he is in a coma now, he is still alive, I don't know much about living people... But Lao Luo I seem to understand."

As soon as   Miaozhen's phantom disappeared, Lao Luo sat beside the bed, held up Huang Zhi's wrist, and began to cut pulses for him.

  The crowd gathered around him, their eyes widened.

   After a long time, Qin Yin finally couldn't help but ask, "Lao Luo, you... can you still feel the pulse?"

   As soon as he finished speaking, Lao Luo put down Huang Zhi's hand, turned his head, and smiled lightly at everyone.

   "Huang Zhi is fine."

   Luo Jiutian heaved a sigh of relief, "Then why isn't he awake yet?"

   "He's fine, but his vitality is badly damaged," Lao Luo slowly stood up, "Mu Yuan's medical skills are very reliable. It can be said that Huang Zhi's life was saved by Mu Yuan."

   "And me," Qin Yin hurriedly took the credit, "If I hadn't positioned the exit in that secret passage, we might not have found him yet."

   "Positioning?" Lao Luo asked.

"It was when we sneaked into the mansion of Qiqiao, Xiaoyin opened the space door, but her positioning was wrong, and she sent us into a dark dark passage. When we were looking for the exit, we found him by accident. ," said the fool, "but Xiaoyin is right, that secret passage is indeed very secret, if it wasn't for her, we would never have found it."

"It seems that Miss Qin is also kind to me," Lao Luo's eyes were vicissitudes of life but clear, with a gleam of gratitude, "By the way, as for Miss Qin's question just now...every living person has a pulse, although I My body is dead, but I can still touch you normally, and of course I can feel your pulse, but… I really don’t have a pulse myself.”

   Qin Yin nodded and sighed, "I feel more and more that there seems to be little difference between the living and the dead."

   "There is no big difference between the living and the living." The fool agreed.

   "Then, Dad, when will Senior Brother Huang Zhi wake up?" Luo Jiutian asked.

   "This... I have to observe more," Lao Luo said, "I plan to guard Huang Zhi tonight, you go back and rest."

   "That's right, Li Muyuan said he won't come back," Baomu said, pointing to his phone, "We can stay here."

   "No, you guys should go back to rest," Lao Luo said, "It's fine for me and Ling Luo to stay here."

   "I'll stay here too," Luo Jiutian said, "You guys go to rest... Xiaoyin, you look so haggard."

   "If you stayed in that court for more than a month, you would be haggard," Qin Yin said. "If that's the case, let's go first... I'm sleepy and hungry now."

   "Are you hungry again?" Xiaolan asked in surprise.

   "Why, isn't it early for dinner?"

   Lao Luo smiled, "Go and rest."

  Everyone walked out of Li Muyuan's room. Xiaolan looked at the door of Baimao's room. The door was still closed, and there was a faint light in the crack of the door. She didn't know what Baimao was busy with now.

   As everyone walked downstairs, Xiaolan suddenly sighed.

   "What's the matter?" The fool rubbed Xiaolan's head, "Why does our little doll keep sighing all day long?"

   "I was thinking about that photo," Xiaolan said, "Are we really going to give up that photo?"

   The fool's eyelashes moved, he lowered his eyes, and said, "But you can't exchange black skin with her."

  Xiaolan felt the black skin in her pocket shrink suddenly, she thought it was a little funny, but she still reached out and patted on the pocket.

   "Of course Xiaolan can't give up the black skin," Qin Yin said, "I've already thought about it, let's go steal it."

   "Sister Xiaoyin, keep your voice down," Baomu pressed his hands down hard, "others will think we are thieves."

  Qin Yin looked left and right, the corridor was empty and quiet at night, there was no one else besides them, "Where is there anyone else?"

   "Then shall we go steal it tonight?" The fool followed Qin Yin's words very calmly.

   "Not tonight, I have to recharge my batteries and rest," Qin Yin yawned, "Help, I haven't slept well for more than a month."

  After that, it was an ordinary dinner, an ordinary good night. After Xiaolan washed up, she put the black skin next to the pillow.

   "Xiaolan," Heipi suddenly said when Xiaolan's head was lying comfortably on the pillow, "I will never leave you again."

  Xiaolan was suddenly stunned. She looked up and saw that Qin Yin was blowing her hair while Wenling was taking a bath, and no one seemed to notice her.

   "Why do you suddenly say this?" Xiaolan whispered, "It makes me a little shy..."

   "Xiao Lan, I am very selfish sometimes," Hei Pi's voice sounded strange, "Will you forgive me?"

  Xiaolan originally wanted to make a joke, but when she heard the seriousness in Heipi's tone, she became serious too.

   "Heipi, don't blame yourself, I can understand you," Xiaolan said, "If I really blame you, I won't bring you back."

  "But I'm really selfish..."

   "Everyone has a selfish side," Xiaolan said softly, "Maybe I'm too unreliable and can't give you a sense of security. I'll take good care of you in the future, okay?"

   Heipi was silent for a while, then murmured, "Xiaolan, I have something to tell you."

   "Speak," Xiaolan blinked, "it's okay, only I can hear you."

   "I..." Black Skin hesitated, "I..."

   "Is it so hard to say it?" Xiaolan poked the black belly of the black skin, "If you can't say it now, you can talk about it later."

   "I don't know what to say," Hei Pi said, "Xiao Lan, go to sleep, I will tell you in your dream."

  Xiaolan laughed, "You can still enter my dream?"

   "Yes," Hei Pi said sincerely and firmly, "Go to sleep."

   "You little guy..."

  The noise of the hair dryer stopped abruptly, Qin Yinzhuo came over with his slippers, and threw himself on the bed.

"Ah! Bed! Soft bed..." Qin Yin was lying on the bed, rolling happily, "I miss this bed so much, the softest place I've slept in this month is the sofa. I dream of lying back on this bed... I must sleep well..."

   Qin Yin stopped halfway through his words.

   Even breathing sounded.

   Qin Yin just fell asleep.

   (end of this chapter)