Chapter 15 Junior Sister, You Can See
Qi Yangui said helplessly, "I actually took the wrong turn."
It was also his fault that he was so anxious to suppress the chaos in his body that he didn't see the room clearly.
The rooms of the three brothers and sisters are connected together, Song Ningshu's is in the middle, and Qi Yangui and Gu Qingyue are on both sides.
"Speak!" Nian Zhi's sword was against Qi Yangui's slender neck.
Qi Yangui stretched out his finger to push Nian Zhi away, "Junior sister, it's me."
Song Ningshu asked tentatively, "Big Brother?"
"Yeah." Qi Yangui responded softly.
"Why did Senior Brother come to my room?" Song Ningshu asked puzzledly.
As soon as he finished speaking, all the night pearls in the room lit up, illuminating the entire room.
Qi Yan Guixu coughed, his face pale, but it couldn't hide his elegance, "Ahem... I took the wrong turn."
Song Ningshu heard something was wrong in his voice, "Brother, are you injured?"
"Um."
"Brother, don't you have any pills?" Song Ningshu said as he was about to take out the pills.
"Ordinary pills are useless." Qi Yangui raised his hand and pressed her hand to stop her action.
When Qi Yangui touched her delicate skin, he felt his palms getting a little hot. He was stunned by his own subconscious action and then withdrew his hand.
Song Ningshu didn't think anything was wrong and asked, "What kind of injury did you suffer?"
"I just destroyed a group of evil cultivators from the Demon Realm. I didn't expect them to have the Candle Erosion Aura. I was not paying attention and got hurt." Qi Yangui said, "Is Master here? I still need to ask him if he has the Pure Spirit Grass."
"Master is away, and Second Senior Brother's cultivation has been crippled, his Dantian and tendons destroyed. Master went to find the Night God Flower for him." Song Ningshu sighed and said like an old woman, "You two are both troublesome."
Although he found Song Ningshu's pretentious demeanor somewhat amusing, Qi Yangui didn't forget what she had just said, "Your cultivation was wasted?"
The Night God Flower is hard to find. It only exists in legends and no one has ever seen it.
Song Ningshu nodded, "Yes, he fell into the territory of a violent beast, but Second Brother said he was murdered."
"Who is it?" Qi Yangui suppressed his anger, Guan Chenfeng always protected his people.
"He didn't say anything, but said he wanted to take revenge on his own. Now his cultivation is slowly recovering." Song Ningshu shook his head and said, "Brother, your breath is disordered. I will heal you."
If the candle erosion energy remains in the body for too long, it will damage the foundation and destroy the spiritual roots.
Qi Yangui was very surprised. He was surprised that Song Ningshu said Gu Qingyue's cultivation was recovering, and he was also surprised that Song Ningshu said he wanted to heal him.
What injuries can be cured during the Foundation Establishment Stage?
"Don't be surprised, senior brother." Seeing Qi Yangui's expression, Song Ningshu felt a little amused.
Qi Yangui moved closer and took a steady look at Song Ningshu, startling her so much that she took a step back. He suddenly said, "Junior sister, you can see it."
These words were spoken in an affirmative tone. Although her eyes were still lifeless and out of focus, he had clearly seen the fleeting image of him that had just flashed before her eyes.
Song Ningshu tilted his head, but did not deny it. "Brother, how did you know?"
"I see myself in your eyes." Qi Yangui pointed at her eyes.
Song Ningshu smiled, "Is that so? Second Senior Brother didn't even notice. Senior Brother is very attentive."
"Have you recovered? But your eyes are still dull." Qi Yangui bent down and waved in front of her, but her eyeballs did not move.
"Brother, I have practiced pupil skills, and my eyes will be healed soon." Song Ningshu pulled him to sit down, "Let's heal your wound first. Aren't you in pain? I heard that being eroded by the candle's erosion energy is very painful."
"It's okay." The disciples of Guanchen Peak never cry out in pain.
Song Ningshu sighed, feeling that he had sighed more recently than in the previous sixteen years. "Just like Second Senior Brother, he's in pain but won't say anything."
Qi Yangui smiled, "Isn't it the same with Junior Sister? The first time I saw you, you were covered in blood, but you didn't even cry out in pain, even though you were so small."
Qi Yangui still remembers the scene when he first met Song Ningshu.
A tiny person huddled in the master's arms, shivering. The master's clean robe was stained with blood. His little face was pale and his breath was weak, as if he would die in the next moment.
Song Ningshu: "..."
Can't refute it.
"Okay, senior brother, heal your wounds." Song Ningshu stretched out her hand to cover his star-like eyes, and held his hand with the other hand.
Qi Yangui was stunned, his long eyelashes trembling slightly.
Song Ningshu felt an itch in his palm and reached back his hand in panic.
She herself found it unbelievable. She had only met the senior brother three times, and this was the fourth time, but they got along so well.
Seeing Song Ningshu's panicked expression, Qi Yangui curled up the corner of his mouth into a smile and closed his eyes.
It's quite cute, Qi Yangui thought.
A steady stream of green was injected into his body, and Qi Yangui felt warm all over. The candle-eroding energy in his body was defeated by this warm energy and could only disappear in his body.
After a long time, Song Ningshu withdrew his hand.
He used up all his spiritual power once again, but his body continued to replenish it, like a dry field being moistened by the rain.
Song Ningshu sighed softly.
Qi Yangui opened his eyes, his eyes filled with smiles. He raised his hand and rubbed her head, "Thank you for your hard work, Junior Sister."
Qi Yangui didn't ask much about whether Song Ningshu could heal his injuries. He believed that she had the answer.
"What kind of hobby is this? Everyone likes to touch my head..." Song Ningshu muttered dissatisfiedly.
"Heh~" Qi Yangui chuckled and held out his hand, "This is compensation."
"It smells like cloud cake." Song Ningshu sniffed it and exclaimed in surprise.
Qi Yangui held her wrist and placed a box of cloud cakes and a ring in her palm. "Well, there is a gift for you in this ring."
Song Ningshu smiled contentedly, "Thank you, Senior Brother! How did you know I like this?"
Song Ningshu is a very simple person, so simple that a box of cloud cake can make him happy for a long time.
"Everyone in Guanchen Peak knows that you like pastries?" Qi Yangui tapped her forehead.
"But Senior Brother, I've only met you three times, oh no, four times!"
"What does this have to do with how many times we've met?"
Those who are attentive will know others' preferences no matter how many times they meet, but those who are unintentional will never know others' preferences even in their entire life.
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