Mu Huan patted Liang Ci's pale face without any hesitation, showing no sympathy at all!
"He actually fainted?!" Mu Huan resigned himself to letting Liang Ci lean all his weight on him, and helped him limp towards the altar. Although Liang Ci was not heavy, his posture was inevitably a little strange as he walked with someone supporting him.
He gently put Liang Ci down and let him lean against the sacrificial pillar. Although Mu Huan and Liang Ci were at odds, he was still the master of that idiot, wasn't he? Mu Huan comforted himself in this way, trying to suppress the strange feeling in his heart.
Putting Liang Ci aside, Mu Huan prepared to leave. As for him, Mu Huan felt that he had done his best. They didn't even know each other, so why bother getting involved too much!
"The person in the audience is the Lord of Ghosts!" A heavy and hoarse voice rang out in the empty city, like the entanglement of an evil ghost, making people feel extremely uncomfortable.
But Mu Huan is not a human!
Mu Huan turned around and stared at the black smoke slowly rising from the altar. Looking closely, he saw lightning and thunder mixed in with the black smoke. Was this the one who just spoke?!
"You?" Mu Huan's mind kept replaying the thought, but she couldn't recall the existence of such a spirit. "Who is it?" Her tone was filled with caution. This city had changed so much, it was far beyond her control. Furthermore, her current strength was nowhere near what it was back then. She had better be cautious!
"Who am I?" Black Smoke deliberately kept Mu Huan in suspense, but he was actually getting closer and closer. "I'm the one who wants to kill you!" Mu Huan didn't expect Black Smoke to attack her so suddenly, and just as she was about to fight back, her body was unable to move.
Just when the black smoke thought it was about to succeed, a powerful spiritual force directly penetrated it. The black smoke was shattered and quickly disappeared, probably going somewhere to re-condense its entity.
"Liang Ci!" Mu Huan didn't understand why a person who was so weak just now could suddenly burst out with such strong strength. Looking at the sword in Liang Ci's hand, Mu Huan exclaimed "Miao Xian Sword!"
Mu Huan took a step back cautiously, staring blankly at Liang Ci, whose face was growing increasingly pale. "Who are you? How do you possess the Miaoxian Sword?"
Although Mu Huan couldn't remember some people and events clearly, he did have a good grasp of common sense. The Miaoxian Sword was the natal sword of the God of Light, who resided in the Thirty-third Heaven. Although that god always regarded himself as aloof and unconcerned with worldly affairs, his strength was undeniable.
It is said that the God of Light once single-handedly challenged the entire Demon Realm and emerged unscathed, leaving the Demon Realm severely damaged and requiring hundreds of years of recuperation. Since then, the God of Light's reputation for evil has endured!
Liang Ci looked at the sword in his hand and chuckled softly, "It's just something I found by chance." The sword spirit of Miaoxian Sword instantly became uneasy. "A chance finding?" How could the master say such a thing without blinking?!
Mu Huan listened to Liang Ci's explanation and watched him put away the vibrating Miaoxian Sword. He was puzzled. How could this be so unbelievable? The God of Light's destiny could actually be obtained by chance. What a lie!
Mu Huan also forgot that, wasn't she originally a ghost?
"You saved me, and I'm very grateful. But I won't repay you." Mu Huan's intuition told him that Liang Ci was really dangerous. Even if he was labeled as heartless, Mu Huan didn't want to have any more involvement with him.
"I never expected it." Liang Ci coughed several times, his thin lips completely devoid of blood. In just a few breaths, Liang Ci's body was already shaky. Mu Huan almost felt it and supported Liang Ci the moment he fell.
"I've never seen a man as weak as you!" The talkative Mu Huan came again. After all, even if they have different personalities, the things in their bones will not change.
"Area blockade!" Mu Huan's unique skill is that he can create a space of his own in a short period of time, but this move is extremely mentally exhausting, so Mu Huan rarely uses it.
"I'm in big trouble!" Mu Huan slowly placed Liang Ci on the soft couch that suddenly appeared, and prepared to get him some water. But as soon as he turned around, Liang Ci grabbed his wrist, and Mu Huan couldn't break free.
"Don't go!" Mu Huan said helplessly, "Since you saved my life, I won't hold it against you." Liang Ci showed no sign of letting go of the hand he was holding.
Mu Huan could only squat beside the bed, sighing repeatedly as he looked at his grabbed hand. Liang Ci, standing next to him, had a frown on his face and was sweating profusely.
"My major, ghost power, can't save you at all, and it may even damage your foundation, so you have to rely on yourself to get through it." He took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the sweat from Liang Ci's forehead.
"Besides, didn't you get through it before?" Realizing that he had said something strange, Mu Huan paused, "Why did I say before?"
Mu Huan was still confused, but Liang Ci had indeed fallen into a nightmare.
"Master, Master, look at this!" The woman in the dream was wearing a light yellow dress, her hair a little messy, her eyes bright and lively, her whole appearance bright and cheerful. That face was Mu Huan.
The master Mu Huan was calling just sat there looking at her without saying a word. His face was as cold and indifferent as ever. It was undoubtedly Liang Ci himself!
Mu Huan was not annoyed, but just kept moving closer to Liang Ci, chattering away something with him. Mu Huan had long been accustomed to Liang Ci's indifference. In fact, as long as he was there, even if he didn't speak, Mu Huan was happy.
"Master, why are the green silk flowers blooming so early this year?" Mu Huan held a bunch of light green flowers in his hand and handed them to Liang Ci like presenting a treasure.
Liang Ci reached out and took it, his eyes fixed on the green silk flower. "Beautiful!" After a long while, he finally uttered these two words, which made Mu Huan extremely happy.
"Master, if you like it, then Huan'er will pick some for you every day from now on." He didn't care whether the green silk flower was willing or not. After growing for thousands of years, the green silk flower had also developed some spirituality. Sometimes, when Mu Huan went to pick it, it would take a lot of effort.
Liang Ci simply replied "hmm" and patted Mu Huan's head before returning to the house, leaving Mu Huan alone outside to entertain himself.
Perhaps because he had dreamed of something beautiful, Mu Huan saw Liang Ci's frown relax, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. His face actually turned a little red.
Mu Huan breathed a sigh of relief. His hand was a little tired from being held, and he thought he could break free. But Liang Ci's grip tightened. "It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts!"
Mu Huan's good upbringing taught her that she must never swear at her savior, so she just endured it.
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