"Sister Jiuyue," Baihe was inexplicably moved when she saw that Jiuyue had let go of her worries. She raised her hand, sniffed, and her lips trembled as if she wanted to express something.
“Crackling…” Just then, September, who had calmed down and felt relieved, suddenly heard a strange and sharp sound in her mind. The sound came from an odd direction and she couldn’t tell which direction it came from.
However, it was intensely stimulating September's eardrums, and September's face immediately turned ashen. She stretched out her hands, hugged her head, and began to grimace, uncontrollably sliding her body towards the edge of the bed.
"You!" Sensing something was wrong, Bai He, who had been secretly wiping away tears, suddenly turned her head and was startled to see Jiu Yue sitting on the ground in pain. In a moment of panic, she turned to the side and reached out to help her up.
"Sound, such a loud sound!" Before Bai He even got close, Jiu Yue suddenly stood up, gritting her teeth. At this moment, she raised her eyes, and her eyes were filled with chaotic flashes of swords.
"What was that sound? I... I didn't hear anything," Bai He exclaimed, immediately straining her ears to listen and reaching out to grab Jiu Yue.
At this moment in September, Shuangmu stood frozen, then suddenly took several steps back, almost touching the stone wall, and swiftly raised his palm to push forward, striking Baihe squarely in the face...
With a muffled "thud!", Bai He was thrown into the air and crashed against the opposite stone wall with a "thud!" before bouncing back and landing in front of the bed...
Waves of excruciating pain washed over her, as if her entire body had been shattered. Bai He trembled, lying prone on the ground, struggling to lift her head. Just as she was about to speak, "Pfft!" A trickle of blood spurted out.
Looking again at Bai He's forehead, a gash had been smashed open by September's palm strike...
Starting in September, I began to lift my feet and move forward, each step heavy.
“Nine…” Bai He opened her mouth, gently shook her head, and looked at Jiu Yue on her right. Her raised left hand fell limply to the ground as her head drooped…
At this moment, September seemed to be possessed, her face blank, her eyes fixed straight ahead. She stepped over Bai He's hand and headed towards the cave entrance...
All of this happened in the blink of an eye; everything was so bizarre.
It was already afternoon. The scene shifted, and Wan'er, who had returned home, had already carried Mo Tian into her bedroom. After closing the door, she placed Mo Tian on the bed. Exhausted, Mo Tian first gazed at Wan'er quietly for a while, then yawned and lazily closed his eyes...
Mo Tian, you wait, I'll make you go back to your original form.
Wan'er took a deep breath and stood at the head of the bed. She first raised her hand to activate her spiritual power, trying to transfer most of her spiritual power to Mo Tian. After about half an hour, everything seemed to be in no condition.
It seems this approach still won't work. Although she possesses spiritual power, no one has taught Wan'er, and she has to figure it out on her own. For a moment, Wan'er doesn't know how to use her spiritual power to save Mo Tian...
Right, didn't we exchange protective spirit jades before? Now that the spirit jade is around my neck, why don't I take it off first and then try the old method? That should work.
Wan'er nodded at this thought and reached for the spirit jade around her neck. But this time, the spirit jade seemed unmoved. No matter how Wan'er tried to pick it up, it slipped away like silk, and she couldn't lift it at all...
Her fingers were numb and tingling. Now Wan'er was furious. She straightened up, gritted her teeth, lowered her voice, and said to Lingyu, "Lingyu, this Holy Maiden orders you to leave me and protect Motian." Wan'er was anxious, so she used her spiritual light to try and move Lingyu again…
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