The off-road vehicle sped through the desert and returned to the Golden Tower.
Mu Jin carried the cat and went straight back to his room.
"Eh..."
Jiu Yebai didn't even have a chance to say a word before watching them disappear.
He glanced at the still unconscious Lark and could only take her back to his room once more.
...
The cat sat on the bed, head down, silent and withdrawn.
As if she were isolated in another world, it took her a long time to react.
Mu Jin handed me a glass of water. "Have some water first."
Cat's gaze, however, passed over the glass of water and landed on Mu Jin's arm, where a large patch of blood was still stained his sleeve.
The cat pouted, looking like it was about to cry.
"Ah Jin, you're bleeding."
Mu Jin ripped off his coat, revealing only a white short-sleeved shirt underneath. There was blood on the cuffs, but when he brushed the cuffs up, his smooth, muscular arms were exposed.
"It's nothing, just a minor injury," Mu Jin quickly reassured her. "Touch it."
He placed the cat's paw on his arm.
He was indeed shot, but he has already healed himself with witchcraft. He doesn't care whether the wound heals sooner or later, but the cat will be very nervous.
Cat took her hand away, leaned over, and gently blew on his arm. "Even if you're better now, you're still injured, and it will still hurt."
"That Sackley deserves to die!"
Mu Jin helplessly stroked the cat's head. "He's already dead."
The cat's power gradually returned, and he picked up the soul tablet and gently stroked it.
"Kitty, you need to learn to control yourself. Don't act impulsively when you encounter things like this, it's not good for you."
What if she keeps losing control like this and he's not around? He doesn't want Yan Xin Suo to run away again.
Cat looked at Mu Jin: "No, I can't control it, I don't want to control it, A Jin, how could you get hurt? Your Blood Gold is so precious, I can't bear to see you hurt..."
As she spoke, the cat licked her lips slightly.
Mu Jin immediately smiled.
“You don’t have to control yourself about this. Even if you drink it every day, I won’t miss a drop,” he said.
The cat's eyes brightened slightly, but she still shook her head.
Mu Jin stood up, took off her short-sleeved shirt, and went shirtless. "I'm going to take a shower. Call me if you feel unwell."
The cat nodded.
She looked up and stared straight at Mu Jin as he turned and walked into the bathroom.
Soon, the sound of water could be heard from the bathroom.
Suddenly, the cat walked over and squatted down by the door, quietly listening to the sounds inside.
Then, he stretched out a finger, poked at the edge of the door, and slowly pushed it open a crack.
The steam rising from the bathroom made her feel clearly that Ah Jin was inside.
Today, as she watched the bullet pierce Ah Jin's body, her heart nearly jumped out of her chest. The thought of the word "death" filled her with panic.
Even now, she replays that scene countless times, wishing time could turn back and let that bullet fly back again.
This feeling was like a thousand years ago, when she was dragged back to hell by the Flame Heart Lock and watched helplessly as Ah Jin disappeared into the star trails.
For over a thousand years in hell, she wished every single day that she could relive that day.
That was the thing she felt most powerless about, and the thing she feared most.
He pushed the door frame open a little more with his fingers.
Mu Jin brushed the hair away from her face and saw the bathroom door open a tiny bit at an extremely slow speed, but there was no one outside.
The bathroom door is made of frosted glass, so even if you can't see clearly, you can still make out some of its outline.
The cat is at the door.
But instead of standing there openly, she hid behind the wall.
Mu Jin paused. It wasn't the first time he'd been spied on while showering; he was used to it. But this time, the cat wasn't spying on him.
"Come in if you want," Mu Jin said.
The cat was still hiding behind the wall. She spoke up, but her voice was a little soft. Mu Jin turned the water down a bit so she could hear her.
"The cat doesn't want to go in."
"Ah Jin, will you leave me?"
Mu Jin turned off the water completely, took out a bath towel and wrapped it around her waist, then went to open the door.
The cat was squatting at the doorway, its head raised.
It looked so pitiful, like a stray cat.
"Why do you ask that?" Mu Jin looked down at her.
The cat clutched its chest and stammered, "I'm so scared."
Mu Jin grasped that hand, gently pulled her up, and led her into the bathroom.
The bathroom was filled with steam. Mu Jin slowly approached the cat, pressing her forehead against it.
Some water dripped from the wet hair and onto the cat's face, which Mu Jin wiped away.
"I will not leave you," he said with absolute certainty, his deep eyes gazing into hers. "We will be together in life and in death."
The cat blinked. "Really?"
"Really, you have to believe me. Everything I say is true." Mu Jin's tone was resolute.
The cat pursed its lips slightly, feeling somewhat relieved.
Even if that's what she thought, at certain moments, that uncertain despair would madly devour her.
"Are you still panicking?" Mu Jin gently tapped the cat's chest with her finger.
The cat nodded.
Panic.
Her gaze swept over Mu Jin's arm; the original scabs had been washed away, leaving only the smooth lines of muscle.
It was as if... the scene she had imagined had come true. The bullet flew back, and Ah Jin was not hurt at all. If only that were the case.
"Are you really that panicked?" Mu Jin's voice was soft, almost as if she were talking to herself.
A moment later, he took the cat's arm and helped her take off her coat.
Cat instinctively cooperated, but when Mu Jin took off her vest, Cat seemed to come to her senses and asked blankly, "Ah Jin, what are you doing?"
Mu Jin pressed her against the wall and lowered her voice, "Do something that will calm you down."
...
They left the Flying Scorpion's base at just past 2 a.m., and returned to the Golden Tower before dawn.
After the cat fell asleep with a rosy blush, Mu Jin hugged her and gently pulled her closer to his chest.
Dawn was breaking.
He picked up his phone from the bedside table and sent a message to Nan Jue.
Nan Jue quickly replied, "[We've found out. Yun Que left a tracking device beforehand. The item was transported away overnight and is currently heading to Country Y.]"
Mu Jin: [Did Pei Ning do this?]
Nan Jue: [That should be true; the ship is using the Pei family's exclusive sea route.]
Mu Jin: [Try to intercept the signal and postpone our trip to Country Y by two days]
Nan Jue: [ok]
Mu Jin fell silent, her eyes gradually losing their warmth. Pei Ning, she really shouldn't have schemed against Maomao.
Fifty years ago, the Pei family left the capital, which was already an act of mercy from the Eight Gates. Now, Pei Ning is courting death.
Well, then, you can't blame him.
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