"How did it get like this?!"
Feng Ziyi, carrying two medicine gourds in both hands, ignored Jiang Yan and nervously stared at Shu Yun.
He was at a loss for words. Just a moment ago everything was fine; they were even afraid she would come after them.
Not long after, she got into trouble again.
"Sigh," Feng Ziyi resignedly twisted the stopper of the medicine gourd. His divine power was still dissipating. Couldn't he just behave himself and take care of his body? "I'm really fed up with you."
Feng Ziyi stuffed the pills into Shu Yun's mouth as if they were free. Taking advantage of this opportunity, since Shu Yun couldn't get up to chase him away, she began to look around.
While wandering around invisibly, he muttered to himself, "This place isn't that great. It doesn't have as much spiritual energy as Penglai, nor is it as big. The furnishings are also just average."
After wandering around for a while, he found nothing that would pique the curiosity of this young master Feng, who was used to seeing all the rare treasures in the Three Realms, so he returned to Shu Yunzai's room.
Feng Ziyi restrained himself from looking at Xie Fu, who was standing extremely close to Shu Yun, almost face to face, for fear that he would lose control and punch him.
You brat, do you even know who you're holding? With your mere mortal status, if this gets out, you'll be famous throughout the entire world.
At that point, he, Young Master Feng, won't even need to lift a finger; plenty of people who like Shu Yun will come and deal with you.
Looking at Shu Yun's pale face, Feng Ziyi still couldn't quite accept the fact that Shu Yun's divine power was dissipating.
She is the youngest and most powerful goddess in the Three Realms. Her parents were heroes who sealed away demon gods, and they are also the masters of Penglai Immortal Island, which stands shoulder to shoulder with the Nine Heavens and the Demon Realm.
In the past, no matter how much trouble he caused, he was always able to get away with it as long as he mentioned her name.
After the goddess Nuwa disappeared, of the three remaining deities in the Three Realms, two have vanished into the heavens, their whereabouts unknown, while only Shu Yun remains active in the sight of the people of the Three Realms.
How could such an outstanding person like her have fallen to such a state of being, confined to her sickbed, with none of her former domineering presence?
If the divine power continues to dissipate like this, Shu Yun will surely perish, dying before this ignorant and incompetent immortal.
Feng Ziyi stared at the person for a while.
Judging that the person would wake up soon, his figure turned into specks of white light and disappeared into the air a step ahead.
She went back to Penglai, so as not to disturb her and that brat Jiang Yan's time together.
Millennia have passed, and Shu Yun, who had been bound by responsibilities and obligations for so many years, and who had carefully chosen every word and action, finally got to do as she pleased for once.
Let her follow her heart and be carefree this once.
In the past, he was always the one who caused trouble, and she would clean up his messes and protect him. This time, he will also try his best to take responsibility and help her take good care of Penglai.
In the future, he will learn more powerful spells, focus on his studies, and become even more powerful, so that she can live the life she wants in peace.
Shu Yun's consciousness remained hazy, and her perception of the outside world was very vague. She could only occasionally hear some faint sounds.
But before she could discern what was making those sounds, her consciousness began to sink again.
The surrounding darkness gradually gained color, and his limbs no longer felt as if they were trapped in the swamp and unable to move. The pressure binding him began to lessen.
Shu Yun saw the garden full of red camellias, blooming bright red, weighing down the green branches and leaves. As far as the eye could see, there were large patches of crimson.
Jiang Yan, dressed in a black robe, leaned limply against the back of the chair, his dark hair disheveled, his dark circles under his eyes standing out starkly against his pale skin.
Shu Yun was unsteady on her feet, as if her feet were off the ground, floating in the air like a rootless duckweed, rising and falling.
Jiang Yan, leaning back in her chair, looked over with her beautiful black eyes, which were lifeless and calm.
Shu Yun vaguely felt that his light-colored thin lips were opening and closing, as if he were speaking.
She wanted to lean closer to listen, but she couldn't control her body; an invisible force kept her suspended in mid-air, unable to come down.
Shu Yun struggled anxiously. Jiang Yan looked like this, she had to get to him quickly.
The bright red camellias, which had been blooming brilliantly, were drooping in the cold winter wind. Their petals fell off, they dried up and rotted in the soil.
Scattered into mud and crushed into dust, the fragrance is scattered in the air, faint and elusive.
In the depths of winter, snow falls, covering the earth in a blanket of white. The heavy snow weighs down the dry branches, causing them to snap with a cracking sound.
Shu Yun entered the room, and the window was opened, letting snowflakes drift in.
Snowflakes, resembling blooming white pear blossoms, swirled and danced with the air currents, landing on the person lying on the low, wide bed in front of them.
Shu Yun saw Jiang Yan, who was on the verge of death.
Her beautiful, delicate face was completely devoid of color, deathly pale, and her long eyelashes drooped silently, exuding an undeniable deathly aura.
He strained to look out the window, his dark eyes reflecting the swirling snowflakes.
What does he want to see?
There were many charcoal braziers in the room, but when the windows were opened, a biting, cold wind howled in.
Shu Yun wanted to drag out the person who opened the window and teach him a lesson. In such cold weather, how could he leave the window open like that? Was he taking advantage of Jiang Yan's lack of protection?
"Master."
Shu Yun was stunned. She thought she heard Jiang Yan calling her.
She tried taking two steps toward Jiang Yan and found that she could control her body.
She happily moved closer, "Jiang Yan, I'm here."
Jiang Yan's eyes were still filled with the falling snow, but not with her figure.
"Master, I like you."
“I understand,” Shu Yun replied. “I like you too, Jiang Yan.”
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