The other one was much more indifferent.
It wasn't a real kiss; Mo Yan was just helping her suck out the poison.
It's nothing, why make such a fuss?
Li Muge agreed with this reasoning, withdrew the bone whip, and fainted.
Mo Yan's forehead was covered in beads of sweat; he couldn't calm down at all, his mind constantly replaying the kiss he shared with Li Muge.
Unable to calm down, he spat out a mouthful of blood with a "pfft," which stained his chest red.
The vermilion mark on his forehead was faintly visible, but he couldn't perceive it at the moment.
The next day.
After Li Muge woke up.
Mo Yan had already prepared the hot soup. Li Muge took a sip, and the taste was really not very good.
But... Li Mu paused.
"Mo Yan, this is meat broth! You killed a living being!" Li Muge's lips had returned to normal.
"Doesn't your Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect forbid killing?" Li Muge was moved.
"It's nothing, just special circumstances require special handling. Didn't you say, Sect Master? People can't always stick to the rules."
Mo Yan, the immortal, smiled calmly, with a hint of doting affection.
"Thank you." Li Muge lowered her head: "It's all my fault. I acted too impulsively and even doubted you."
"It's alright, I've long since stopped arguing with the sect leader. Be careful, it's hot." Mo Yan carefully wiped Li Muge's cheek with his sleeve.
Li Muge sighed: "Mo Yan, after we return safely this time, if we can come up with a way to suppress the body swapping, that would be great."
"You then returned to the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect. After all, I am a demonic cultivator and have been branded as a jinx. If they find out that you saved me, they will definitely implicate you."
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