"Yu'er——"
Hearing Jing Aotian's cry, the injured Dang Yan could only harden his heart and throw An Tingyu away from him, then protect himself with his sword in front of him, ready for the final battle. However, at this critical moment, a voice came from the sky.
"Don't hurt anyone, you evil creature!"
With just a simple sentence, the originally ferocious python actually stopped obediently, screamed twice, and curled up into a ball and lay on the ground.
"Xingmo?" An Tingyu was a little stunned when she saw the man who suddenly appeared in front of her.
Punishment demon?
Is he the Master of Punishment?
Jing Aotian and Dang Yan's eyes darkened as they stared at the silver-haired, blue-eyed man. Was this the legendary figure, a torturer and a demon? He truly resembled him! Especially those eyes and silver hair, which evoked an intangible evil charm that sent a chill down one's spine. They hadn't expected the demon to be so young; he looked about the same age as them.
Xing Mo stared at An Tingyu for a long time before saying, "You're not dead yet?"
"Still breathing."
"Did you get it?"
"Here...it is!" An Tingyu smiled slightly and slowly raised her hand, but as soon as she raised it, the little hand slowly fell down and she fainted.
"Yu'er!" Jing Aotian and Dang Yan were shocked.
It was only then that they saw that there was a flower in An Tingyu's hand, and the flower was wrapped with golden threads. Afterwards they found out that when the python swung its tail at her and she was swept away, she shot out the golden thread in her hand and picked the flower. But before she could tell them that she had picked it, Jing Aotian went to fight the python. Dang Yan was also injured and almost became a meal in the python's mouth. If Xing Mo had not appeared, they would have been dead.
Xing Mo frowned, then suddenly picked up An Tingyu and left without saying a word. Jing Aotian and Dang Yan were startled and quickly followed him, but...
"This bastard didn't even tell us the mantra before he went in." Jing Aotian, who always spoke in private, also spoke rudely. They followed him all the way, but they couldn't keep up after Xing Mo entered the formation.
Dang Yan clutched his injured chest, leaned against a tree, and said, "Since Xing Mo rescued us in the cave, he shouldn't attack the young lady."
"I'm worried about her injuries and Master Lingjing's prophecy. She has no internal energy to protect her heart, so that blow will definitely cause internal injuries." Jing Aotian said, glancing at him, "How about you? How are you?"
"I can't die!"
"That's right. If you died from such a minor injury, you would not be qualified to be Mr. An's first guard." Jing Aotian curled his lips and secretly laughed at himself for worrying about him in vain.
Dang Yan is the person that Mr. An trusts the most. This kind of injury is just a small matter to him. He will be full of energy again in a few days. But Yu'er...
Jing Aotian looked at the direction where Xing Mo disappeared and prayed silently in his heart, hoping that she would return safely. However, they waited for five or six days and there was still no news. For this reason, both Jing Aotian and Dang Yan could not bear it anymore.
"Xingmo, come out here! How is Yu'er now? Come out here!" Jing Aotian shouted at the empty area.
Dang Yan also said: "Miss, can you hear us? If you can, please answer us."
"Miss!"
"Yu'er!"
"If you keep arguing, I'll kill her." A voice finally came from the air, but it was extremely cold.
Jing Aotian came to another conclusion from Xing Mo's words, "Xing Mo, you mean Yu'er is still alive? So how is she now? Is she okay?"
"Still breathing, for now!"
When he said "still breathing", Jing Aotian and Dang Yan both laughed, but when he said "temporarily", their smiles froze on their lips.
temporary?
This means that An Tingyu is still in danger and may die at any time. In this case, how can they still laugh?
"Xing Mo, let me see her, I beg you."
Jing Aotian's pride suddenly vanished, and his tone was filled with pleading, even omitting the honorific. However, Xing Mo remained unmoved. Instead, he said coldly, "You can see her if you want. I'll throw her out, and she'll die if she moves again. Do you still want to see her?"
"……No!"
Jing Aotian closed his eyes in despair, two lines of tears fell silently. Under his sleeves, his slender fingers were clenched into fists, his nails piercing into his palms without him noticing, and bright red color dripped from his palms.
She would die if she moved at all. Was she really that fragile? Could she really not survive this calamity?
On the other side, although Dang Yan didn't say anything, cracks appeared on his usually expressionless face. He widened his eyes in disbelief, with panic, pain, and regret in his eyes.
In the palace, in a steaming pool, An Tingyu was naked, soaking in the water with her eyes closed, her face pale and bloodless. Beside her, Xing Mo and Zhiyi stood beside her, reaching out to touch her delicate face.
"What a strange person." Xing Mo seemed to be talking about An Tingyu, but also seemed to be talking about himself.
He never meddles in other people's affairs, but when her life was hanging by a thread, he actually took action. He really couldn't understand it and didn't know why.
Xing Mo turned her around so that her back was facing him, then placed his hands on her back and continuously injected his true energy into her body.
Gas-like smoke billowed from An Tingyu's head, and her face sometimes frowned, sometimes relaxed, changing from time to time...
An hour later, Xing Mo was already sweating profusely. After he withdrew his hands, he slowly picked up An Tingyu, put her on the bed, and covered her with a quilt.
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