471: C471 Looking for Plasma

C471 Looking for Plasma

Mu Qingqing scratched her head and didn't dare to say anything. Mo Xiaohe could see that she wanted to steal his blood. He was a soldier, how could he do something so wicked?

"Buy." "Give a high price to buy it." There was a black market that sold blood. Mo Xiaohe was clear about those places. As long as he paid enough money, it would be fine.

Coincidentally, he wasn't worried about money.

"You go to A City and find Aunt Qiong first. Little ghost and I will handle this matter." Mo Xiaohe patted her head lovingly. It was great that he could solve her problem.

The spaceship stopped steadily on the rooftop above Yang Xiao's home. Mu Qingqing went downstairs to Yang Xiao's floor.

Standing at the door, she was extremely nervous. She didn't dare to close her eyes to look at the inside of the room, as she was afraid of facing Aunt Qiong.

"Trash, you've already died once, why are you still afraid of death?" She cursed herself in a low voice, bit her cherry red lips, and leaned against the snow-white wall with one hand, forcing herself to face reality.

Her slightly pitch-black fingers clenched into a fist. She raised her hand to knock on Yang Xiao's door. Her hand trembled, but she didn't have the courage to knock.

"Mu Qingqing, keep your spirits up." Mu Qingqing's head was lowered, her heart anxious. She clearly knew that Aunt Qiong had a month to spend with her, yet she had disappeared for more than twenty days and did not have a day to accompany Aunt Qiong properly. Now she was afraid of the bad news coming from inside.

Before coming here, she didn't even greet Yang Xiao. Now that she was at the door, she didn't even have the courage to knock.

She admitted that she had been too cowardly.

She slumped back at the stairs, squatting down and crying silently in the corridor.

Crying for his tragic past, crying for the present do not know if the person who cared about him the most can live on. Neither the twenty-odd days of trekking to a country nor the experiences on the underground island were as important as the experiences with Mu Family and Aunt Qiong.

In her previous life, she was betrayed by her most beloved and killed by her closest kin. Yet, she wasn't defeated by them.

But in this life, she was suffering because her best person was about to pass away.

Like a torrential downpour, Mu Qingqing hugged her knees and cried in the corridor.

After crying for a long time, she wiped her tears away as if the cowardice had disappeared from her eyes.

The reality was that if she didn't go in to accompany Aunt Qiong, she might never have the chance to stay with her again.

After calming herself down, Mu Qingqing stood up again.

Arriving at Yang Xiao's house, she knocked on the door.

Yang Xiao heard a knock on the door and immediately rushed to the door. Looking out through the peephole, he saw the familiar and friendly face, so he quickly opened the door.

"Sister Qing, you really pissed me off." Yang Xiao chattered on about the past few days, "Your aunt has been awake for a few days. She kept saying that she wants to go home and that she's been on a hunger strike for the past two days. and said she wouldn't go home, she'd starve to death here. "

Mu Qingqing pushed Yang Xiao away and hurried to the bedroom.

On the white bed, Aunt Qiong was wearing a soft cotton nightgown. She had lost a bit of weight from a month ago.

When the aunt taking care of her saw that a guest had arrived, she retreated to one side to stand.

"Aunt Qiong." Mu Qingqing couldn't help but cry when she saw Aunt Qiong's slightly thin face. She threw herself beside Aunt Qiong's bed and knelt down.

"Qingqing, what have you suffered for?" Aunt Qiong moved her body a little, but because she hadn't eaten for the past two days, she seemed to be extremely weak.

"I'm sorry, it's all because of the cleanliness." Mu Qingqing buried her head in the bed and apologized to Aunt Qiong in a sobbing tone.

She felt guilty and guilty. If she hadn't been soft-hearted, Su Cuiyun wouldn't have had the chance to harm Aunt Qiong.

Aunt Qiong gently caressed Mu Qingqing's head. With a pained heart, she said, "Good girl, quickly get up. When have you ever done anything to let Aunt Qiong down?"

"I'm sorry, but a thousand faults is a clear fault." She had forgotten about the day when Aunt Qiong came up the mountain. She was blamed for all the crimes. All she wanted was for Aunt Qiong to be able to live on.

"Little girl, why are you crying so bitterly? It was all thanks to your blessings that Aunt Qiong was able to come back with a month's worth of lifespan." Hurry up and get up, kneel down and lick the ground, kneel for your parents, that little girl has gold on her knees, you can't kneel randomly. " Aunt Qiong touched the black ash on the side of her face. She didn't know what this little girl had experienced. The originally clean and beautiful little girl had turned dirty as if she had gone to the stove. Aunt Qiong felt so much heartache that she wanted to lift her up, but she didn't have the strength to do so.

After waking up only a few days ago, Aunt Qiong clearly remembered what happened at the cliff that day. She didn't know Yang Xiao, so she didn't trust him. Knowing that she had only a few days left to live, she wanted to go home and say goodbye. However, Mu Qingqing told Yang Xiao to keep an eye on Aunt Qiong and not let her out.

"Aunt Qiong can bear it. "You are good at being clean, and I will always remember you." Mu Qingqing cried, but Yang Xiao, who was standing at the door, was stunned.

From the first time he saw Mu Qingqing, he knew that she had a cold personality and didn't like to laugh often. At the card table, she even gave off a feeling of being as cold as ice and frost. This was the first time she had seen Mu Qingqing cry to the point that it seemed as if the heavens would collapse and the earth would shatter.

Even so, it couldn't change Yang Xiao's admiration towards Mu Qingqing.

Seeing how dirty she was, it was unknown how many days she hadn't taken a bath. Regardless of the reason, Yang Xiao told the nurse to find Mu Qingqing a clean set of clothes.

Mu Qingqing also felt weak and dizzy.

"Sister Qing, go take a good bath first. You dirty person, come and see Auntie. Auntie won't be able to stand your smell either." Yang Xiao joked as he tried to ease the atmosphere.

"Yeah, the little girl should go take a shower first. Take Aunt Qiong home later." Aunt Qiong knew that there was only one more day before tomorrow. She wanted to go home and spend time with her family.

"Aunt Qiong, I found a way to save you. Qing Qing won't let you leave." Mu Qingqing excitedly held Aunt Qiong's hand tightly, as if holding the only ray of light in her life.

Aunt Qiong looked at her in surprise, but she couldn't tell if Mu Qingqing's words were true or false. She bitterly smiled and said, "Life and death are decided by fate. Little girl, stop being so stubborn."

"No, I'm not stubborn. I must save you." Mu Qingqing rubbed her eyes, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Alright, let's go wash your face first. No matter what, I have to go back to my house to take a look. I'm worried about my family. " Aunt Qiong didn't believe that Mu Qingqing could still save her. If she fell from such a high cliff, most people would have already lost their lives. She still had a month to live, and that was enough.

Mu Qingqing choked with sobs as she found it difficult to speak. Yang Xiao had no choice but to help her walk towards the bathroom.

"Sister Qing, what happened to you that you cried so miserably? Is there anything I can do to help? " Yang Xiao walked her to the bathroom door and asked her.

Mu Qingqing waved her hand and closed the bathroom door with a heavy heart.

She also knew that her current situation wasn't suitable for her to continue chatting with Aunt Qiong. Taking advantage of the time when Mo Xiaohe and Mo Xiaoyun went to look for blood plasma, she could also wash herself clean.

"..."

On the other side of the street, Mo Xiaohe was carrying a black package and bringing Mo Xiaoyun to the Blood Black Market in A city. It was a dirty and messy street.

Mo Xiaohe led Mo Xiaoyun into a grocery store.

"How much B-type blood is there?" Mo Xiaohe asked directly.

The boss couldn't help but look at him in disdain. His body was dirty and his clothes were camouflage.

"You can go. I'm not a blood bank, so why are you selling blood?" The eatery owner waved his hand, feeling nauseous at his appearance. The beggars were cleaner than he was.

"Brother Mo, did we find the wrong place?" Mo Xiaoyun tugged on the corner of Mo Xiaohe's shirt. Their time was precious and couldn't be wasted.

"500 milliliters? 150 thousand? Are you selling it or not?" Mo Xiaohe put the big black package on the front desk of the store owner. He opened a corner of the zipper and stared at Ye Zichen with a sharp gaze.

The restaurant owner's eyes widened as he stared at the huge black package on the counter and looked at the bright red bills in the corner. His heart began to race.

My god, so much money.

It was hard to suppress the desire in his heart even if it was truly made of gold and silver.

The restaurant owner's eyes lit up as he nodded and said, "I'll sell, I'll sell, I'll sell."

Selling him in the whole shop would do.1

Pulling down the door of the restaurant, the boss led Mo Xiaohe and Mo Xiaoyun inside the curtain.

"Just you wait, I'll go get your blood plasma right now." The restaurant owner's footsteps were a bit off. He walked to his kitchen with a smile and took out a bunch of plasma bags from the fridge and placed them in front of Mo Xiaohe.

"They're all B-type blood." The owner's eyes stopped on the big black bag. The money was almost in his hand. He was very happy.

Mo Xiaoyun also secretly let out a sigh of relief. With this blood, there was no need to worry about not being able to exchange blood. This way, Mo Xiaohe would be able to switch blood without any risk.

Mo Xiaohe took out a military knife from his boots and stabbed it on the table. He stared at the owner fiercely. If looks could kill, he would have cut this greedy boss into pieces long ago.

"This... Why are they still robbing? " The inn owner took two steps back and was intimidated by this fierce and imposing manner of his.

Mo Xiaoyun had felt Mo Xiaohe's sharp aura before, but he also didn't understand why Brother Mo would attack him with a knife when they were open for business.

"I want pure B-type blood, take the other fucking blood types back for laozi!" Mo Xiaohe stood up. At this moment, he looked like a robber in a dirty camouflage uniform.

"These, these are all B-type blood." The owner tried to act calm as he replied.

"I've killed thirty-one people, do you want to be the next one?" Mo Xiaohe pulled out his military knife from the table with a cold glint in his eyes.

"It's just a business deal, that's for sure." Hearing that he had killed thirty-one people, the owner was completely terrified. Embarrassed, he took the blood from the table.

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