Sleep well in the rest area, third floor, room 305.
A flash of blue light.
Mu Yingshan's handsome face appeared in front of Yuan Qingli, very close.
Seeing that he was about to be pressed onto the bed while he was in mid-air, Mu Yingshan hurriedly summoned his sword and landed to the side with him.
"Why do you summon me when you're in bed?"
Mu Yingshan was actually a little exasperated.
He lowered his voice, as if afraid of being overheard.
"Hehehe, do I have to pick a place to call you?" Yuan Qingli smiled weakly, feeling a little warm inside. This teammate didn't seem so bad after all.
Why do you always look so disheveled whenever I see you?
Mu Yingshan looked down at Yuan Qingli from his high vantage point, his tone revealing his helplessness.
Yuan Qingli was too weak to speak anymore; she rolled her eyes listlessly.
If she weren't in such a sorry state, would she need to summon any items?
"Who's there!" came an alert voice from outside the door.
"Shh." Yuan Qingli made a shushing gesture.
"It's me." The voice was gentle, yet it carried an uncontrollable coldness and anger.
"Oh, you're here again!" It was Jin Wuwu's voice, the last syllable carrying her uniquely cute tone.
"Yes, this is my place, why can't I come?"
"Well, let's make this clear first. This place is mine, rightfully mine, and it's mine now!"
"Yours? Can't I come too? I'm a customer now, someone you're serving."
"You're welcome to come and stay, but if you're going to open a guest's room... it wouldn't be good to open the wrong door."
"Oh, I went to the wrong place. I'm sorry, I'll go back right away." This tone didn't sound like an apology at all.
"Hmph." A displeased sound came from Jin Wuwu's nostrils.
The footsteps faded into the distance, seemingly heading to the second floor.
Yuan Qingli found it strange. The voice that was talking to Jin Wuwu was clearly a woman's voice, so why did she go to the man's residence on the second floor?
"Sister Yuan, are you asleep?"
There was no response.
"Looks like he's asleep." Jin Wuwu muttered to herself as she slowly walked away, her eight spider legs tapping rhythmically on the wooden board.
Wait until the footsteps faded away, until there was no sound.
Mu Yingshan squatted down, his slender fingers touching Yuan Qingli's brow, his voice flat and even: "Alright, let me take a look."
"Your brain is fine, your stomach hurts," Yuan Qingli corrected softly.
Without making any other ambiguous pulling or tugging movements, Mu Yingshan's hand landed directly on Yuan Qingli's abdomen.
A wisp of water-green spiritual flame spilled from between his fingers, but before it could take shape, it extinguished in an instant.
Mu Yingshan twitched the corner of his mouth and feigned a sigh: "Possessing a wealth of spiritual energy, yet unable to use it. What a waste! If you were in my world, you'd be beaten to death for such a waste."
Yuan Qingli closed her eyes. "Is now the time for you to sigh?"
Can't you tell I'm in pain?
Two hundred years of life have turned me into a dog.
When he opened his eyes again, he used all his strength to utter a complete sentence: "Give me one of those two-hundred-year-old Lotus Clearing Pills from last time."
Relieving her physical pain was the most urgent task, as the pain had rendered her unable to think clearly.
It was a feeling akin to being almost unconscious, like a puppet, gripping your heart and soul, unstoppable.
"There's only one left out of the five-hundred-year-old variety, and this is the only one I have. I'm saving it to save my life." A hint of ruthlessness subtly surfaced in Mu Yingshan's eyes. "Why should I give it to you?"
Suddenly, he chuckled softly, his eyes dark and deep.
Yuan Qingli seemed to see the man in black, wielding a demonic sword, from the original story—
Facing a massive army, he stood alone with only his sword.
A cold laugh echoes through the sky, sword energy sweeps across the azure waves.
Treading on fields strewn with corpses, rivers of blood flowed like streams.
The flames behind them were dazzling.
Then, this fire approached him, looking down on him with disdain and indifference.
"What good is coexistence and mutual prosperity? Don't you know that if I'm not free, I'd rather perish together with you?"
Yuan Qingli was stunned.
Pain swept through her limbs and bones, and she suddenly began to cough violently.
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