Qin Mo stroked her face with his finger and said something that was unmatched: "Sometimes, you are really like a fool."

Bo Jiugang was about to refute.

"I promise you." Qin Mo took his hand back, and the noble prince looked like a Qingxian abstained from asceticism.

Bo Jiu moved his fingers, and a key appeared on his fingertips. Then he heard a clang and the chain opened.

Qin Mo leaned there, half-curved his legs, twisted his wrist twice, his eyes were still very deep.

"I don't have the strength to help me up."

When Bo Jiu heard this, he was even more sure that the current great god was indeed not so dangerous, so he followed him over.

However, the old butler standing outside frowned. Could it be that he really gave the young master too much medicine, which caused the man's strength to not recover yet.

The old butler pushed his glasses and decided to observe them carefully.

In some aspects, Qin Mo is worthy of being the son of Queen An. He leaned half on Bo Jiu and remained calm, as if he really had no strength.

Bo Jiu thought of something and asked, "Are you very tired when you took a shower just now?"

"Yes." Qin Mo responded.

Bo Jiu said again: "Let the butler grandpa help Brother Mo treat his hands first."

Qin Mo didn't say anything.

Bo Jiu thought to himself that she would have to go to Xiao Hei in a while and ask her to use some beauty trick, but she was the one who fell into the beauty trick.

Fortunately, to some extent, the great god cannot leave.

Bo Jiu did not forget the main purpose of tying the great god, and brought people directly to the old butler.

When the old butler looked at Qin Mo.

Qin Mo tried his best to restrain his sharpness, and his thin lips were pale, which added a lot of fragile colors to him.

"Young Master, please bring this guest to the basement." The old butler walked inside with the oil lamp first.

Bo Jiu was cheerfully holding the person, and he couldn't see Qin Mo's faintly curled lips when he lowered his eyes.

As for why Qin Mo did this.

Very simple.

First of all, he enjoys the feeling of being held in the palm of someone's hand now.

Secondly, he wanted to know her.

Obviously, you can only do it by staying here.

Another point is also crucial.

She never completely let go of her guard against him, so she didn't believe that even if she opened the lock for him, he wouldn't leave.

A click.

The old housekeeper turned on the light.

Only then did it be seen that there were complete surgical equipment in the basement, and even various instruments and some human organs soaked in containers.

"Please." The old butler became serious, which really made people feel upset.

It is probably only Master Qin who can remain calm in front of him.

Qin Mo raised his eyebrows and said to Bo Jiu: "How do you make me believe it? You don't want to decipher me, but to heal my hands."

"It's meaningless to study you." The old housekeeper's voice was very calm: "Young Master Qin, you are the friend brought by the young master. Trusting the owner of this ancient castle is your only situation now."

Qin Mo withdrew his gaze: "What if I don't cooperate?"

The old housekeeper put away his pocket watch: "I'm not happy to treat you either."

Bo Jiu looked at the two of them for no reason and then looked at Qin Mo's side face. When he remembered the great god's memory loss, he suddenly spoke: "Brother Mo, are you afraid that you will just lie on the hospital bed like this?"

Qin Mo paused his finger and turned his head: "Just, I'm afraid of anything."

When getting along with a great god, you must learn to think in reverse.

If you say you are not afraid, you must be afraid.

Bo Jiu reached out and held Qin Mo's hand: "Brother Mo, I'm watching you here, and my castle is very safe, no one will come."

Qin Mo's eyes swept across the boy's face: "If you dare to leave..."

"Just throw me out through the window." Bo Jiu responded to this.

Qin Mo seemed to smile.

Bo Jiu is not sure, after all, the light here is a bit dim.

"good."

After hearing this word.

Bo Jiu raised his eyes and looked at the old man: "Grandpa Butler."

The old butler snorted and began to prepare the tools. While moving his hands, he asked, "Have you had any surgery before that injured hand?"

"Yes." Qin Mo was very polite at this time.

The old housekeeper reached out and pressed his wrist with white bandages.

moment.

A thin layer of sweat was spread on Qin Mo's forehead.

The old butler's eyes sank, which was more serious than he thought.

Bo Jiu observed the old man's expression and his heart also fell down.

The old housekeeper finally didn't want to see the young master disappointed, so he fiddled with the surgical lamp: "Although he was seriously injured and did not have enough cultivation later, it was not completely impossible to cure it. Lying down, I'll do anesthesia first."

Qin Mo did as he said. He was still wearing the white shirt he had before, like a nobleman, and his posture was very elegant.

But the old housekeeper encountered problems as soon as he had the surgery.

Because he had used a lot of anesthetics and sleeping ingredients in that needle, but the person lying on the bed had no intention of falling asleep at all.

The old housekeeper's eyes narrowed, and a sharp flashed through his eyes.

Then, he stopped the movement in his hand and said, "Sorry, Mr. Qin, I have something to talk to the young master alone."

The old housekeeper did not give Qin Mo the chance to refuse, and reached out to pull Bo Jiu to the side. His voice was low, so low that only two people could hear it: "Young Master, do you think he really hasn't regressed yet?"
Chapter completed!