"Ding-ling-ling, ding-ling-ling~~" The crisp sound of the alarm clock woke Feng Jiuyan from her sleep. She hugged the quilt tightly and rolled around on the bed. She lazily stayed in bed for a long time before she slowly got up, yawning.
Feng Jiuyan slept particularly soundly this time. She had swept away all the fatigue and tiredness from last night and looked radiant and energetic.
She quickly washed up, changed into a light sportswear, and went to check on Yan Ci's condition. After confirming that he was safe and sound, she picked up the sharp Tang sword and walked towards the lawn in high spirits.
After the brutal fight last night, Feng Jiuyan's sense of crisis became stronger.
She deeply realized that in this era where there were so many masters, others not only had internal strength to protect their bodies, but also possessed magical skills such as lightness skills.
She herself, on the other hand, only relied on her swordsmanship and mainly relied on high-tech weapons to increase her strength.
However, when she encounters danger at certain moments and cannot enter the space to avoid danger, and some weapons are not suitable to be displayed in front of others, she will find herself at a complete disadvantage in front of these masters and cannot gain any advantage at all.
The powerful strength displayed by these masters made her feel deeply powerless and oppressed.
The scene of being surrounded by numerous killers on the cliff last night was the most vivid example.
She was extremely disgusted by the feeling of being at the mercy of others, like a fish on a chopping board.
She has someone in her heart who she must protect, and that is her dearest and dearest.
Therefore, she must not stand still. Only by honing her swordsmanship to a higher level and reaching the pinnacle of perfection can she have enough strength to deal with various dangers and protect the people she wants to protect.
If possible, she would learn Qinggong so that she could better protect her mother, brother, and her own safety.
When he thought of this, Feng Jiuyan's eyes became more and more determined, as if a raging fire had ignited.
She was seen with a slender figure and heroic appearance, holding the Tang sword tightly in both hands, and began to display various exquisite moves.
She first raised the Tang sword above her head, then chopped it down suddenly. The sound of the blade breaking through the air was sharp, as if it could cut all obstacles in half.
Then, she turned her wrist, and the Tang sword danced flexibly in her hand, swinging as fast as a whirlwind, bringing up rays of cold light.
Then, she stood sideways, and the Tang sword drew graceful arcs at her side, combining both offense and defense, making her difficult to predict.
Finally, she tapped the ground with one foot and soared into the air. The Tang sword drew a shining trajectory in the air and slashed towards the target with the force of thunder, showing great power and momentum.
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Just like that, Feng Jiuyan practiced his sword skills vigorously for more than an hour, and each move was full of power and beauty.
After finishing her Tang Dao practice, Feng Jiuyan quickly rushed into the bathroom, letting the warm water soothe her tired body. After bathing, she came to the dining table and enjoyed a delicious and hearty breakfast. The fragrant food greatly satisfied her taste buds.
Then she changed into a clean set of inner clothes, and then carefully put on the slightly dirty outer robe she had worn last night.
In order to create a more realistic image of the miserable appearance she had while fleeing last night, Feng Jiuyan first used makeup to fake herself, and then she found some mud and gently smeared it on her face, meticulously applying it to every part without missing any details.
She looked at herself in the mirror carefully, seeing her face covered in mud, her slightly messy hair, and her face that looked slightly pale due to fatigue, and her heart was filled with pride.
At this moment, she looked like someone who had gone through hardships and had just escaped from a difficult situation. No one could see any flaws in her appearance.
She was very satisfied with her disguise, thinking it was flawless and no one could see through her little trick.
Looking at the completely different self in the mirror, Feng Jiuyan's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a barely perceptible sly smile.
After the disguise was complete, Feng Jiuyan tiptoed towards the room where Yan Ci lived.
When she slowly opened the door, what came into her sight was Yan Ci's slightly pale face. She couldn't help but feel worried and hurried forward.
Feng Jiuyan stretched out her slender and soft hand and gently placed it on Yanci's forehead, carefully feeling his warmth.
After a moment, she breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Yan Ci did not have a fever and did not develop any other worrying complications.
She thought to herself that it seemed that the tetanus shot she gave him last night had indeed played a big role.
Afterwards, Feng Jiuyan picked up the medicine box beside her and prepared to change the dressing for Yanci's wound. She gently opened the medicine box and took out the necessary items.
Then she came to Yanci, bent down, and used her fair and slender fingers to carefully untie the bandage on Yanci's back.
While removing the bandage, Feng Jiuyan's eyes were always focused and concerned on Yan Ci's wound.
When the bandage was completely removed, she saw the wound on Yan Ci's back, and it did not worsen as she had worried.
On the contrary, thanks to the fact that she had used the spiritual spring water to carefully clean his wound, the wound now showed signs of scabbing, which made her feel very relieved.
Feng Jiuyan changed the medicine for Yan Ci skillfully and quickly. Her fair fingers manipulated the cotton wool and gauze flexibly, and every movement seemed so neat and decisive.
After a while, she finished changing the dressing, and finally neatly tied the bandage into an exquisite bow, bandaging the wound tightly.
Then she picked up the spoon, carefully scooped up some spiritual spring water, and gently brought it to Yan Ci's mouth.
She patiently fed Yan Ci spoonful by spoonful, making sure he drank as much spiritual spring water as possible.
The spiritual spring water is of great benefit to Yan Ci's injuries. It can accelerate the healing of wounds, relieve pain, enhance Yan Ci's body immunity, and restore his vitality as soon as possible after being poisoned.
Everything that needed to be dealt with had been properly handled, and Feng Jiuyan breathed a sigh of relief.
She glanced at the clock. At this moment, the sky in the real world outside was about to wake up from the darkness. It was time for them to leave the space.
After making sure that no one was spying nearby by looking at the floating map of space, she gently squatted down, turned slightly sideways, and turned her back towards Yan Ci.
Then, she stretched out her hands, held Yan Ci's body steadily, and slowly lifted him up, letting him lean on her back.
After carrying Yan Ci steadily on her back, Feng Jiuyan took a deep breath and adjusted her posture so that Yan Ci could lean on her back more comfortably.
With a thought, he found a more secluded place and left the space.
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