Song Mo sympathized with the little nun very much, but he could only sympathize with him.

Help her?

For no reason, why did he, a big man, help her? If she acted rashly, she would definitely think that he had other plans, right?

He could only watch her leave.

Moreover, in order to avoid the embarrassment of meeting again and the inexplicable panic, Song Mo just patrolled around the Taolin for several days in a row, fearing that he would hit her again. When he thought of the thin and weak she was running back and forth with a bucket, the palm of her red palm, and the aggrieved look of sitting on the side of the road crying, he was even more afraid to see her, for fear that he would not be able to help.

He shouldn't have a good impression of a little nun. After a long time, he should be able to forget that throbbing...

Tang Huan noticed Song Mo's evasion.

That day, although she wanted to ask Song Mo to help her carry water, the master taught her that if a man is moved by you, he will naturally be reluctant to suffer. He will take the initiative to help without waiting for you to ask for help. If the other party is indifferent when he sees you suffering and is exhausted, either he doesn't like you and doesn't care about you. In this case, a woman asks for help will only bring shame on herself, or he can't figure out your feelings and dare not take action rashly, so as not to maintain the existing relationship.

According to Tang Huan's observation of Song Mo, he should have a little affection for her. If she was just an ordinary girl next door and a little hint at him, he would have taken the bait. But she was a nun and it was difficult to show off her little daughter's appearance. Song Mo, he was honest and could not take the initiative to please a nun.

So she could only win his sympathy and tempt him to take the initiative. If you help, will your feelings be deeper?

Unexpectedly, she worked hard for several days and was looking forward to meeting him when she was carrying water, but she had been waiting for many times, but she actually avoided her!

Tang Huan laughed in great anger.

It doesn't matter, he doesn't come, she goes to find him!

The next day, when she went into the mountain to chop firewood, Tang Huan dug some wild vegetables, then worked hard, and walked back with the firewood in advance. She deliberately made a bend and decided to use the wild vegetables to repay his kindness for giving him a big cake and cucumber last time, and then hooked up with him.

While thinking about how to act after meeting, I lowered my head and climbed up. When I was about to climb the hill, a sarcastic question came from above my head, "Aren't you powerful? Don't you like to draw swords to help? Why can't you do it now? Get up, get up and hit me!"

It’s Qiao Liu’s voice!

A bad premonition suddenly arose in his heart. Tang Huan hurriedly hid the firewood and wild vegetables in the grass and tiptoed up. She came from the hillside behind the wooden house. She could not see the scene in the front yard. She could only hear the muffled sound of fists and feet hitting people, and Qiao Liu's proud laughter. Tang Huan guessed it vaguely. Last time Song Mo helped her, Qiao Liu brought people to take revenge.

He can't die!

A layer of cold sweat suddenly appeared on her back. Tang Huan held the machete tightly and prepared to go over to save people. Because of this dream, she and Song Mo were grasshoppers tied to the same rope. He died and she couldn't survive. Even if she couldn't beat those people today, she had to try it hard and couldn't sit there and wait for death. Last time she was in danger, she was so hungry that she had no weapons on her hands. Of course she had to escape when she met Qiao Liu. This time, with this knife and a few tricks that she remembered, even if she couldn't beat Jian Jiazi, she still had a chance of winning against a reckless man.

Just as I was about to rush out, the kicks and beats stopped.

The thin monkey threw down the stick in his hand, spitted on the ground, and held his waist and said, "Sixth Brother, this coward can't help but beat him and fainted!"

After hearing this, Qiao Liu threw the half-eat cucumber to the ground, pushed away the brothers around Song Mo and looked down. Seeing Song Mo lying at his feet like a dead person, he sneered, kicked Song Mo hard and waved his hand and said, "Let's go, save his life. Humph, after eating this meal, he will not be brave enough to harm his good things in the future!" So what if he can fight? One punch can't beat four hands. He has some younger brothers, and he is more than enough to deal with a forest guard!

"Of course, who are our sixth brothers?" The thin monkey followed him tightly, looked at the nunnery for a few times, and smiled with a lewd face: "Sixth brother, when will we go to find those two little nuns? The nuns who went down the mountain to beg for alms these two days are either old or have big faces and crooked mouths that are scary. I really can't be happy!"

Qiao Liu paused, and the delicate "Liu Brother" sounded again in his ears.

He touched his chin and whispered: "You ask your two brothers to stay at the foot of the mountain these two days. If you see that, go back and notify me immediately. If you can't see it, find a way to find out when she will go down the mountain. By the way, be careful when arresting people and warn the other party not to talk nonsense. If you suffer because of your failure, just wait to eat your sixth brother's fist!"

"I dare not, I dare not, I will give me a hundred courage to mess up what my sixth brother ordered! Hehe, my sixth brother is so distressed and considerate, and that little nun named * is really good at life." The thin monkey quickly promised.

Qiao Liu smiled with satisfaction and threw him a purse, "Take it and ask those injured brothers to have a good meal, don't be beaten in vain!"

The thin monkey is constantly doing this, and he can think about how much money he can get incurred.

Tang Huan did not hear these whispers, and she was sure that Qiao Liu and others had gone away. She hurried over.

Because he heard Qiao Liu say that Song Mo is still alive, when he walked to the door, he saw the extremely embarrassed figure, Tang Huan couldn't help laughing.

If it weren't for what he saw with his own eyes, who would have thought that a cold and arrogant man with higher martial arts skills than his master would be knocked down by several gangsters today?

Tang Huan is very relieved!

Even if she knew that this guardian was just a person of Song Mo's identity in her dream, she still felt relieved, so she wanted to come over and kick him hard! He would have been in trouble today by bullying people with his martial arts? I deserve it!

Taking a few deep breaths to calm down the excitement, Tang Huan walked over gently.

Song Mo's forehead was swollen, blood was hanging on the corner of his mouth, and abdomen was red... Qiao Liu and the others actually moved the knife!

Tang Huan couldn't laugh anymore. Looking at the long wound, it would be fatal if he was not careful.

"Donor Song, Donor Song!"

Tang Huan knelt beside Song Mo with a pounce, crying and calling him. This is an opportunity to completely capture his heart, and she will never let it go.

Song Mo did not respond.

Tang Huan wiped his tears, held his arm from behind his head, and pulled him hard. It was said that he was dead. Song Mo was almost the same as he was dead now, and it was indeed exhausting to drag it. Her face turned red and she moved only a few steps away. When she moved Song Mo to the edge of the kang with sweat, her arms were sore.

He closed his eyes tightly and still didn't wake up.

Tang Huan went outside to fetch a basin of water, then took off Song Mo's clothes without leaving any of them: "Don't Song, I, you, don't blame me for being abrupt. I heard from my master that if the wound is not cleaned, it will become purulent. Your body is covered with blood. I am afraid that one of them will cause you to miss it."

Song Mo said nothing.

Tang Huan looked at the body of the man in front of him with confidence.

Wide shoulders, narrow waist and long legs, strong muscles, and blood stains on his body do not make people disgusted, but instead adds a wild breath to him.

Tang Huan moved to his thigh and checked Xiao Song Mo extremely carefully. If the injury here cannot be hardened, she would not have to worry about saving his life. Fortunately, the wound on his abdomen only spread to the inside of his hips, and blood flowed down to dye a black forest red, and it did not hurt his life.

Since I haven't been hurt, it should be fine?

Tang Huan was not very interested in the sleeping little Song Mo. He gathered his mind and began to clean up the hideous knife wound for him. It was bloody and bloody, and it looked quite scimitous.

Her movements were not gentle, and Song Mo woke up in pain and couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.

Tang Huan shook his hand, quickly put down the towel, threw himself on his shoulder, held his face and said in a trembling voice: "Master Song, are you finally awake?" Tears rolled down.

Song Mo tried hard to open his eyes, and he met a beautiful face with tears in his face. The familiar blue-gray nun hat and the familiar and beautiful eyebrows and eyes were like a dream.

There was a familiar roof above. Song Mo recognized that this was his home, so he spoke hard: "You, why are you here?" He thought of getting up, and he had no strength at all, and was pressed firmly by her. She lay on his chest, and her crying face was in front of him. Song Mo was suspicious and happy, and forgot the pain in his abdomen, forgot to look away, and just stared into her tears.

Tang Huan looked back at him worriedly, and shed tears while saying: "Last time, last time you gave me food, I kept thinking about repaying you. After chopping wood today, I dug some wild vegetables to give you a try. Unexpectedly, as soon as I came over, I saw you... Master Song, you, don't, don't die, I'm afraid..." After that, he buried himself in his chest and started to cry.

Warm tears kept falling on him. In a trance, Song Mo felt that the tears seemed to flow through his chest and directly into his heart.

It turns out that there are still people in this world who care so much about his life and death.

He just saved her and helped her once. Why did she care so much about him? She cried so pitifully because she was afraid that he would die?

He wanted to raise his hand and pat her on the shoulder, but he couldn't lift it up.

"You, don't cry, I'm fine..." He took a deep breath because he was struggling to get up and the wound was pulled.

Tang Huan stood up like a frightened person, wiped his eyes and said, "Well, you must be fine. Don't worry, I have taken care of others before and know how to deal with knife injuries. You lie down well, I'll help you now." He took up the handkerchief that he had just thrown into the basin, wringed it dry, and continued to help him.

Song Mo's eyes never left her. She went to twist the veil and he stared at her side face. She carefully wiped his wounds, but he still stared at her face, then stared at her, and suddenly realized something was wrong.

He was naked on his chest, and there was no clothes under him!

His face suddenly became hot, and almost at the same time, he rose up somewhere, from a soft lying down to an tilt, unbiased, just hitting her white wrist.
Chapter completed!