Demon Sword God

The next day, it was already noon when Mu Lin woke up. After yawning, Mu Lin was surprised to find that he was sleeping on the floor with a quilt in his arms. The sun shone slanted through the window and slanted into the house. Mu Lin

He rubbed his eyes, stretched his waist and got up from the floor.

Qingqing was not in the house, and Mulin suddenly thought that she should be watching the injured guy downstairs, so he tidied up and closed the door and followed him downstairs.

Mu Lin scratched his hair blankly, feeling that he might have fallen on the floor when he turned over last night, so he slept on the floor all night, which caused a faint pain from the wind to come from his waist.

Frowning, he pressed his waist with one hand, and slowly walked down the stairs.

The beast shed was very lively, and the mixed-race child named King Kong had already woken up. As a conscientious doctor, Qingqing was doing simple communication with the patient to understand the patient's physical condition.

When Mu Lin walked into the beast shed, he happened to see King Kong sitting cross-legged on the ground bent and was checked by Qingqing with the wound on his head. It was like a beautiful host taming the ferocious beast under his command, especially Qingqing looked at you at this moment

Be good and obedient, your expression is closer to this picture.

On the other hand, Becas sat cross-legged with his hands holding his shoulders, pouting and dissatisfied, as if he was angry.

Mulin walked forward curiously and circled around Becath, but did not find anything wrong with him.

"What are you looking at!" Becath glanced at Mulin in anger.

"Oh~" Mu Lin became even more curious. Isn't this guy always arrogant? Why did he look so embarrassed today?

"Brother." Qingqing saw Mu Lin, put down the work in her hand, and pierced her into Mu Lin's arms with excitement.

"Huh? Alright?" Mu Lin tidied Qingqing's hair on her forehead and asked about the results of Qingqing's treatment.

"Okay!" Qingqing looked at Mu Lin helplessly with a look of waiting for praise.

"Yeah, it's not bad, it's my Qingqing." Mu Lin patted Qingqing's head to show encouragement. Mu Lin was about to continue talking to Qingqing to ask for some ointment to cure the wind on his waist, but Qingqing suddenly ran out of his arms

After going out, he took out a cup of tea from somewhere and gave it to King Kong, and then secretly looked at Mu Lin.

"Look at you."

"Yeah." The honest voice agreed.

Then, Mu Lin saw the big guy standing up from the straw shop, then walked to him with some trembling hands and handed over the teacup.

Mu Lin only felt that there was a mountain in front of him...

He wanted to express his gratitude. Mu Lin thought about this and did not refuse to take the teacup and drink a sip of water.

"Brother." The honest and generous guy looked at Mu Lin drinking tea and scratched the brown hair behind his head with a look of embarrassment.

"Puff--" Mu Lin's mouth spurted out before it even reached his throat.

Cough cough cough-

Mu Lin, who was choked, coughed violently a few times.

"Ahem - what are you doing? Ahem -"

"King Kong has no relatives outside, so I recognized him as my younger brother." Qingqing looked like you think I was a good person.

"Ahem - brother..." Mu Lin choked and tears came out. He looked at Qingqing, then looked at the face of the middle-aged uncle of King Kong.

"Are you sure...ahem--didn't you recognize him as your uncle?"

"Valentine's seven-year-old is my younger brother." His honest face came to Mu Lin.

Ahem —

Mu Lin coughed violently twice again, and quickly took another sip of water to suppress the feeling of coughing.

"Damn~!" Becas on the side looked breathless: "Why is he seven years old and he looks more mature than me~!!!"

puff--

The tea that Mu Lin had just reached his throat sprayed out again.