Chapter 102: Finale: The Theological Society Study Room.
Theological Society Study Room.
An Si sat at the desk, rubbing his temples with a headache. The divination instruments on the desk had cracked due to excessive use.
Qi Yang hurried forward, "Still no news on Li Yian and the others?"
A month ago, the greatest war between evil and humanity broke out. All students of the Theological Society, gods and strange men from all over provided support, and a large number of immortals helped with the purification. After fighting for four days and three nights, the evil was completely eliminated and purified.
Although some companions were sacrificed, the world is finally at peace.
The streets have regained their prosperity. People can go out with peace of mind, visit relatives and have fun, laugh and talk happily. Everything is as beautiful as it was at the beginning.
But Li Yian, Li Xuan and Mu Yang are missing and have been missing for nearly a month. I'm afraid they may have met with some accident.
Thinking of this, Qi Yang screamed in fear, "Could they all be dead?"
"Pah!" The chess piece fell onto the board. Mu Yin, who was sitting there bored and playing chess alone, said sarcastically, "Even if you die, I won't die."
Qi Yang suddenly turned his head to look at the young man in the corner. He had a beautiful, feminine appearance, but behaved in an arrogant and rude manner. He gritted his teeth and said, "None of your words are useful. You're the worst at irritating me."
Qi Yang didn't expect that after he had been away from the Theological Society for only a short while, the well-behaved, introverted and well-mannered boy turned into a perverse and annoying person, and even had the arrogant and condescending personality traits like Li Xuan.
Seeing that the two students were about to quarrel again, An Si felt even more troubled. "The divination for Yi An did show a good omen, but it's hard to say for Mu Yang and Li Xuan." No matter how many times he did the divination, there was no definitive answer, either very good or very bad.
Mu Yin casually took over the conversation, "Since my sister hasn't come back today, I'm leaving." After saying that, he stood up and walked out of the house.
These words aroused Qi Yang's anger again, "Mu Yin! Come back!" Qi Yang hurriedly chased after him.
Outside, there were lights and decorations. It was the day when the Theological Society was holding a celebration. To celebrate the victory and pray for the future, it was very lively outside and the students were talking and laughing. But Qi Yang felt that without Li Yian and the other three, plus Cheng Qiu had not woken up yet, and Mu Yin was clamoring to leave - this celebration was meaningless.
Qi Yang chased out, but in the blink of an eye he could no longer see Mu Yin. He couldn't help but grit his teeth in hatred, "You little bastard!"
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As the last faceless woman was slain by Li Yian, the barrier set up by Mu Yang shattered with a crisp sound, and countless fragments fell into the sea of fire.
There was no more black fog blocking the way, nor any barrier blocking the way. Fine golden light was floating around, rapidly flying upwards and scattering in the air. It was dazzling and beautiful, as if one was in the Milky Way.
In the "Milky Way", countless golden mermaids slowly appeared, swimming and leaping in the air, circling around Li Yian and others for a while, and then flew towards the sky - these water elves who were imprisoned by the spectators now had freedom of soul.
A dozen white beads rose from Mu Yang's palm, rose to the air, and transformed into a dozen students in white clothes. Although Mu Yang saved their souls, their bodies had been destroyed and there was no possibility of resurrection.
After listening to the dozen or so souls say their goodbyes, Li Yian watched them ascend and leave, feeling melancholy in his heart as these sacrificed companions were about to leave them and head towards reincarnation.
She turned around and looked at Li Xuan and Mu Yang. Their bodies were also destroyed. Where would they go?
She happened to see Mu Yang staring at her intently, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.
"Look, what are you looking at?" Li Yian suddenly thought of something, the "promise" he had made on his own - to date her after killing the audience... She was originally standing in the air, but she was so scared that she lost her strength and almost fell into the sea of fire below.
She quickly steadied herself, her face stern. When she was nervous she became fierce and cold.
What a joke! Although they are no longer sworn enemies, it has been confirmed that Mu Yang and Li Xuan are not in a relationship.
But for more than ten years, she has become accustomed to the way of getting along with him and she cannot change it.
In order to prevent him from saying anything strange, she hurriedly said, "I think we should go back to the Theological Institute and report to the High Priest first." She hurriedly stepped back, recalling Mu Yang's behavior towards her in the other world, and her face felt like it was burned by fire.
Until he retreated to Li Xuan, who had always been the background wall, and looked around, his eyes met Li Xuan's.
Li Xuan raised his eyebrows in surprise.
Li Yian suddenly thought of her crying miserably and madly in front of him. At that time, her emotions got the better of her and she impulsively did something embarrassing. Now that she has calmed down, she feels extremely embarrassed.
She thought she might as well jump into the fire.
Mu Yang gently held her wrist, pulled her closer, and said softly, "Let's go back to the Theological Society."
He did not mention the agreement.
As Mu Yang's footsteps landed, ripples appeared in the air, and a long tunnel appeared in front of him. The light inside was bizarre and beautiful.
Li Yian was stunned for a moment, then breathed a sigh of relief silently. She struggled imperceptibly against Mu Yang's hand that was holding her wrist. She was surprised that she could break free so easily, after all, he often used magic to imprison her.
At the same time, she looked back and saw that Li Xuan was not there. Although she was a little confused, the embarrassment was relieved a lot.
Walking beside Mu Yang, although the two did not speak, the atmosphere was not as stiff as before.
Maybe they have been together a lot recently, so Li Yian has gotten used to it.
Mu Yang walked in front, and from time to time she looked back at Li Yian, who was dragging his feet and looking around. This scene seemed to go back to more than a year ago, when she followed behind him to protect him, and always kept an appropriate distance from him, no matter how slowly he walked.
Mu Yang lowered his head and smiled gently. Although he felt a little disappointed and sad, he liked her because she was very defensive, cold and soft-hearted.
When Li Xuan chose to sacrifice himself in order to resurrect him, his soul briefly entered his body. He obtained some fragments of Li Xuan's memories. He saw that what filled the depths of Li Xuan's soul was Li Yian's crying expression.
Normally so strong and proud, she suppressed her tears, tears streaming down her cheeks, sobbing and weeping, she was crying for him. She slashed the air frantically with the Heart Demon Knife, risking her life to enter hell for him.
Seeing this, he knew that Li Yian cared about him, which was enough.
"Mu Yang." Her voice sounded behind him. Mu Yang stopped and turned around.
Li Yian held the Heart Demon Knife in his hand. After the battle, it automatically turned back into a small sharp dagger.
Mu Yang saw that she was frowning slightly and had a strange expression.
It should have been returned to Mu Yang, but deep down in Li Yian's heart, there was always a desire - it couldn't be given to him, because it belonged to him.
Li Yian's vision blurred for a moment. Oh no, was this what the original owner had said about the Heart Demon Blade corroding people's hearts?
Li Yian tried hard to get rid of that inexplicable desire, and forced himself to reach out and hand the Heart Demon Knife in his hand to Mu Yang.
Mu Yang was stunned for a moment, then lowered his eyes and looked at the Heart Demon Knife intently. As if he had thought of something, his expression changed slightly and he said, "This is what I gave you. You don't have to give it back to me."
Li Yian slowly approached Mu Yang and stopped one step away from him. She lowered her head and played with the dagger that could cut through iron like mud. "This is the most powerful weapon in the world."
"yes."
The next second, Li Yian stabbed Mu Yang with the dagger, but stopped just before it pierced his abdominal skin.
Mu Yang grabbed her hand and made the dagger in her hand stab deep into his abdomen, "You can kill me."
Li Yian watched the tip of the knife pierce through his clothes, into his skin, and into his flesh, his eyes faintly filled with excitement.
But in the next second, her hand stopped again.
Mu Yang reached out and hugged Li Yian into his arms, letting Li Yian stab him in the abdomen with a knife. He murmured, "It doesn't matter how many times you kill me."
He knew his weapon could inspire the greatest evil and killing in the deepest part of the human heart.
And the ghost also knew his weapon because he had killed her countless times.
He knew that a ghost had once inhabited Li Yian's body, instigating him to ask for this weapon. Once he had dealt with the spectators, she would use the knife to kill him, slicing him to pieces a thousand times. This was the future he foresaw.
He gave the knife to Li Yian, which meant that he was willing to accept this future.
He also knew that Li Yian was able to survive the hellfire because the ghost had dispersed all its life force to protect Li Yian. At this moment, it was not the ghost that stabbed him with the knife, but the hatred that Li Yian had for him deep in his soul.
As long as it can make her feel better, he is willing to die by her knife as many times as he wants.
The two of them hugged each other intimately and whispered gently, just like a couple's intimacy, but they didn't know that there was a magic knife between them. The magic knife pierced his skin, and in his soul state, no blood flowed out, but it directly tore the opening, and he couldn't help but groan.
"You still hate me, don't you?" he asked.
Under the spell of the Heart Demon Blade, the evil deep within the soul could no longer be concealed. But Li Yian shook his head, "No, I deserve it. But you've killed me too many times, I just hold a grudge."
Li Yian slowly loosened his hand and did not continue stabbing with the knife.
Mu Yang was stunned.
As Li Yian's hand left the Heart Demon Knife, it immediately turned into a faint light and disappeared into Mu Yang's body. Her dull eyes regained clarity.
"What are you doing!" Li Yian found himself inexplicably held in Mu Yang's arms, and he slapped him away.
Mu Yang didn't dodge, letting Li Yian's hand hit him in the face, leaving a red mark on his handsome face. He turned his face to the side, and his long silver hair fell down, half covering the red mark on his face.
Li Yian was stunned and at a loss for a moment. She forgot that Mu Yang was a person who would not fight back or retaliate.
She was such a cold and soft-hearted person. Even if the Heart Demon Blade aroused her greatest evil, her evil was so small that it could be ignored. She clearly had enough reasons to kill him and torture him a thousand times, just as he had foreseen.
No matter how cruel the future is, it will eventually be defeated by Li Yian's heart.
Mu Yang's eyes were as gentle as water, and he extended his hand to Li Yian, "Let's go, let's go back."
Li Yian looked at Mu Yang's red and swollen face again and again. Seeing that he had no temper at all, she felt a little guilty and did not refuse Mu Yang to hold her hand.
Her hands and feet were a little stiff, and she let Mu Yang lead her forward. Even though her face turned red as liver, she still looked indifferent and looked around.
Mu Yang looked back at her from time to time. The person he loved was right in front of him. She was not deliberately distant, not five meters away, and did not suddenly disappear so that he could never find her again.
Mu Yang lowered his head and smiled, with a beautiful smile.
"Yian, when we get home, do you want to eat osmanthus cake, jade dew cake, or jujube flower cake?"
"Either is fine." He said in a reserved tone, "Osmanthus wine is also good."
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In the past, every time a battle ended, Li Xuan would retreat into the dark and leisurely polish his sword.
At this moment, he let the longbow in his hand be stained with filth and blood. He stood dejectedly at the door of the Theological Society, recalling the scene of Mu Yang and Li Yian holding hands and hugging each other in the tunnel.
A transparent teardrop was gently held in his hand, and the teardrop gleamed faintly in his open palm.
He could still remember Li Yian's tearful face. He didn't know why, but his heart moved and he used his spiritual power to preserve the tears he wiped away.
Li Xuan tightened his fingers slightly, wiped the tears into his sleeves, exhaled lightly, and his eyes were full of melancholy.
When he raised his eyes, they had regained their former arrogance and coldness.
When Qi Yang passed by carrying the celebration gifts, he saw Li Xuan wiping the blood off his longbow with a handkerchief, frowning with disgust, as if he had become obsessed with mysophobia again.
"Li Xuan!" Qi Yang roared, nearly throwing the gift into the air with joy. He hurriedly shouted towards the study, "Master Priest! Li Xuan is back!"
The rough roar shook the entire courtyard, frightening the students who were busy around and almost tearing the ceremonial silk cloth they were fiddling with.
"What a fuss." Li Xuan's cold voice complained mercilessly.
Qi Yang hurriedly kicked a passing student and said, "Hurry up and tell the priest that Li Xuan and the others are back!"
Suddenly, as if remembering something, he turned around and asked, "Where are Li Yian and the others? They've been busy preparing for the celebration for half a day and are just waiting for you to come back to join us."
Li Xuan just glanced at somewhere behind him casually, "I'll probably have to wait another half hour. They're too slow. I came back first."
Qi Yang was happy. The celebration he had been looking forward to was finally here. It was another gathering of the Academy of Literature and the Academy of Martial Arts. With a group of brothers helping out in the back, he would definitely have the courage to talk to Yuan Yin this time.
Suddenly remembering that Mu Yin had run off to some unknown place, he slapped his thigh, cursed angrily, and ran towards the gate.
After the war, Mu Yin woke up on the fifth day, accompanied by Cheng Qiu's spirit. Cheng Qiu never regained consciousness, so Mu Yin stayed at the Theological Society to look after him. He never returned to the Mu family, even when the Mu family's mistress came looking for him, he avoided them.
An Si asked Mu Yin the reason, and Mu Yin only said, "There is no reason, I just don't want to forgive." "My only relatives are my sister and Cheng Qiu. I will wait for my sister at the Theological Society for a month. If she doesn't come back, I will travel around the world, praying for Cheng Qiu, practicing to eliminate demons, and making the world my home."
Qi Yang had also heard some rumors about Mu Yin. It was said that Mu Yin should not have been born in this world. He was a puppet fabricated by spectators who wanted to create another dark version of Mu Yang and attempted to replace Mu Yang.
Therefore, on the day Mu Yin was born, a demon was attracted and almost killed the young Mu Yang. Even the mistress of the Mu family, who had just given birth, was almost killed.
Fortunately, a passing demon-slayer saved him from the disaster. This was also the reason why Mu Yin had never been loved by his parents since childhood.
When Mu Yin was harmed by an evil spirit, his parents, perhaps fearing a recurrence of the same disaster, ignored him, leaving him to die in his dilapidated house. In the end, a spectator, driven by resentment and hatred, revived him and transformed him into a god. Mu Yin's personality changed dramatically as a result.
Could that brat really be gone? Even Li Yian is gone? Qi Yang beat his chest in anger and rushed out onto the street.
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The sun was shining brightly outside. Mu Yin walked on the crowded street, squinting his eyes slightly, looking at the bright sunshine in the clear sky, and sighed softly, as if relieved.
No longer craving for parental love, no longer craving for everyone's love, no longer jealous of Mu Yang's all-star status - in this world, gain and loss are balanced. Mu Yang seemed to have gained everything, but he paid an unimaginable price.
On the eve of the war, Mu Yin was praised by everyone for winning the opportunity to lead the team, while Mu Yang was forgotten by everyone and underwent a painful transformation on a snowy night. Mu Yin witnessed the whole process firsthand. He also heard Mu Yang say to Li Yian, "I'm happy for Mu Yin."
It was obvious that everything he did was to make Mu Yang sad, but Mu Yang was not sad. He wanted to laugh at Mu Yang's hypocrisy, but he couldn't laugh at him because Mu Yang really had a relieved tone.
Perhaps Mu Yang truly didn't care about being the center of attention, and even considered it a nuisance, a hindrance. Li Yian was all he needed. If someone was willing to shoulder the responsibility of saving the world for him, Mu Yang would simply feel relieved.
That night, Mu Yin tossed and turned, unable to sleep. When daybreak came, he pushed open the door and saw Mu Yang standing in the dim courtyard, covered in bloodshot clothes.
At that time, after Mu Yang killed the golden python, his strength was almost exhausted, and his clothes were covered in blood. It was hard to tell whether it was the golden python's blood or his own blood. After all, it was not an easy task to break the barrier that the spectators had painstakingly set up, and to kill the giant python with a diamond skin.
Mu Yin couldn't imagine what Mu Yang had been through.
Mu Yang told him that he wanted to make a promise with him. The stake of the promise was Cheng Qiu's soul.
Mu Yin had never thought that Cheng Qiu still existed in this world. When he saw the white bead and touched the bead, he knew everything Mu Yang had done. He knew how Mu Yang used most of his life to help Cheng Qiu withstand Youtian's critical attack, and how he still supplied spiritual energy to Cheng Qiu's soul and repaired Cheng Qiu's soul even though he was half-crippled and his tendons were broken.
At that moment, all the hatred towards Mu Yang disappeared, and to some extent, he even respected him, just as he respected Cheng Qiu.
He agreed to all of Mu Yang's requests, including using his body to seal part of the golden python's power.
Perhaps, it was during this near-death experience that he completed his own redemption.
He no longer confined himself to the Mu family. He had a wider sky, free to travel the world and slay demons and monsters. When it came to love, he only needed the love of one or two people. As long as he had them in his heart, he would not be alone even if they were far away.
"Sister, I don't know when you will come back, but I know you will come back, and we will definitely meet again." He murmured, with the corners of his mouth slightly curved, and walked towards the distance.
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When Qi Yang chased out, he happened to see Mu Yin's figure about to disappear in the wind, so he rushed over and grabbed Mu Yin's braid.
"You little bastard!"
“Ah, it hurts!”
"Who are you trying to show off to, the whole time you're asking for a beating? And you're even trying to run away from home. Even if you leave, won't you meet Li Yian first?"
"Let go!" Mu Yin pulled her braid back hard.
"Bullshit! Li Yian is back! At least meet her and attend the celebration before leaving, you little brat!"
Qi Yang cursed, truly unable to stand those who were arrogant and looked down upon others. Li Xuan was fine, that person's soul was broken, so that was understandable. But Mu Yin had once been such a well-behaved and lovable boy, but he had grown up crooked. Now, at only sixteen, his personality had become so bad.
Mu Yin grabbed the whip and was about to whip her when he was startled: "Sister..."
The frost on his face, which had been gloomy at first, faded completely, and the fiery red whip in his hand disappeared. He retaliated by tugging at Qi Yang's high ponytail, "Then why are you still talking nonsense? Go back."
Qi Yang's scalp ached from the pulling, and he couldn't believe it.
The two men fought fiercely, pulling each other's hair, punching and kicking each other, and the fight was evenly matched all the way back to the Theological Society.
What Li Yian saw was Mu Yin, who was in a disheveled state, with messy hair and red scratches on his handsome face, and was being pinned to the ground by Qi Yang.
"Mu Yin!" Li Yian exclaimed and stepped forward quickly.
Qi Yang's body stiffened, and he quickly let go of Mu Yin and stepped back. Beating up his friend's brother in front of his friends was such a ridiculous thing that his face flushed. He hurriedly said, "Li Yian, I, I..."
He was usually very eloquent, but he didn't know how to explain it for a moment.
Although he had a bad temper, he wasn't impulsive. Why did he beat up Mu Yin for no apparent reason? It was truly bizarre.
Li Yian didn't bother to settle the score with Qi Yang. He half-knelt down, helped Mu Yin up, wiped the dust off his face with a handkerchief, and helped him tidy up his messy hair.
Mu Yin stood obediently in front of Li Yian, his dark eyes staring at her without blinking. He allowed Li Yian to touch him, and even when she accidentally touched the scar on his face, he didn't cry out in pain, but looked at her with a smile in his eyes.
"Sister, it's great to see you come back alive."
Li Yian hurriedly took out the ointment from his sleeve and gently applied it to the wound on his cheek. "Does it hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt."
Qi Yang frowned, realizing that Mu Yin was doing this on purpose. He knew that Li Yian would only respond to soft actions and not to harsh ones, so he pretended to be pitiful in front of Li Yian.
At this time, An Si was talking with Mu Yang and Li Xuan. He knew that Mu Yang and Li Xuan's human bodies had been damaged, and he couldn't help but frowned sadly.
Now that the evil has been completely purified, there is no need for them to fight in the form of souls.
If there is no reason to stay in the human world, according to the rules of this world, the soul must leave. Cheng Qiu was able to stay in the human world in the past to purify the evil, and now he can stay in the human world because he has not yet awakened.
Mu Yang and Li Xuan now had two paths to choose from: the first was reincarnation. The second was a fusion of their souls, a rebirth through nirvana, a new body, a complete Feng Yao. But by then, Li Xuan would no longer exist.
"What are your plans for the future?" An Si asked.
"We will merge." Li Xuan said.
Mu Yang raised his eyes suddenly. He chose to exclude Li Xuan's soul because he didn't want Li Xuan to disappear. "I will find a way to create a human body for you--"
"Mu Yang." Li Xuan interrupted him, "When I chose to save you, I was already prepared to disappear. Protecting you is my mission."
Mu Yang lowered his eyes, "No."
Li Xuan looked at Mu Yang, wanting to scold him for being willful again, but the Mu Yang in front of him was no longer the fragile Mu Yang who needed his protection. Mu Yang had matured and transformed, and had his own ideas and beliefs.
"You..." Li Xuan's words of reprimand were on the tip of his tongue, but he didn't say them out loud.
Mu Yang raised his head and said, "Li Xuan, your mission is not me, your mission should be yourself. Li Xuan, you should have your own life."
His gentle words made Li Xuan fall into silence.
"I will create a body for you, Li Xuan."
An Si looked at the two people in front of him, each with his own opinion, and couldn't help but sigh. Young people should decide their own lives. He couldn't give any advice. No matter what choice they made, he would respect it.
"Why is the atmosphere so depressing?" Qi Yang hurried over to An Si's side, fearing Li Yian would hit him. Seeing that the three of them were silent, he couldn't help but raise his voice, "Today is a celebration, cheer up."
Li Yian, who was far away, heard Qi Yang's voice and angrily shouted through gritted teeth, "What a joke! Come here! How dare you bully a child!"
She suddenly drew out the huge sword tied to her waist and was about to rush out to seek an explanation.
But Mu Yin hugged her waist to stop her, "Sister, forget it, let's be merciful."
"Mu Yin, stop pretending!" Qi Yang was so angry that he jumped up and down. Just now Mu Yin was pulling his hair and beating him ferociously, so why was he pretending to be a good boy now!
Mu Yang hurriedly pulled Qi Yang, who was rushing forward in anger.
Seeing that Mu Yin and Qi Yang were quarreling again and even escalating the conflict, An Si could no longer tolerate it and shouted angrily, "That's enough! Anyone who makes more noise will be put in solitary confinement. And there's no celebration!"
Everyone finally stopped arguing with a sense of grievance, and were then assigned to work by the angry An Si.
Qi Yang is strong, so he will do the hard labor to build the platform; Li Yian is a fearful person, so he will go to the backyard to cut silk flowers; Mu Yin is handsome, so he will go to welcome the guests; Mu Yang will prepare for the sacrificial ceremony, and he will host the celebration instead of Cheng Qiu.
As for Li Xuan, An Si looked at him and said, "You should go home, reunite with your family, and invite them to join the celebration."
In short, even in the midst of war and chaos, after defeating evil, the first grand celebration is about to begin.
In the warm spring sunshine, the plum blossoms in the Theological Society are in full bloom, and large patches of red plum blossoms emit a faint fragrance.
Students from the College of Arts were busily walking back and forth carrying snacks and fruits. Many people had already gathered in front of the Theological Society, looking forward to the celebration.
Yuanyin, the most beautiful lady in the Academy of Literature, wore a veil over her face and performed the first dance on the high platform. Her graceful figure and elegant dance moves were fascinating.
After cutting the silk flowers, Li Yian found a secluded place and sat alone under the eaves, watching the wonderful dance, looking down at the cheering people below, squinting at the warm spring sun in the clear sky, and for the first time, he felt happy in his heart.
You must live well for me. Experience the sunshine, the beautiful scenery, the beauty of life, and the precious friendship and love for me.
A gentle breeze blew, and a few bright red plum petals flew into the air. She grabbed a delicate petal with her hand.
"Cheng Qiu, are you still there?" she murmured to herself.
If Cheng Qiu saw the evil being destroyed and the world returning to peace, he would definitely be very happy.
Mu Yang stood under the house, his back against a pillar, the mask on his face obscuring his expression. He was dressed in gorgeous ritual clothing, his hair tied high in a bun, and wearing a silver-white mask, about to go to the high platform to pray for the people.
He searched for Li Yian for a long time, but heard her calling Cheng Qiu's name softly.
Mu Yang lowered his eyes, a white bead resting quietly in his palm. Cheng Qiu hadn't woken up yet because he had split his soul into two: his true soul and his memories. He had given the true soul to Mu Yin, and the memories remained with him.
He stripped Cheng Qiu of his memories, weakening his soul power, so he has not woken up yet.
When Cheng Qiu's soul power slowly recovers and he wakes up, he will remember everything but forget everything about Li Yian.
This is his selfish motive.
He was willing to give up everything, including his life, but he could not give up Li Yian.
The pupils of his eyes under the mask turned slightly red. When he heard the faint footsteps coming from a distance, Mu Yang raised his eyes, and his eyes had returned to normal.
Qi Yang, A Quan, Mu Yin, Li Xuan, Li Xia and others came up. Qi Yang was the first to speak, "Mu Yang, why are you still here? You still want to go up and pray."
Then Qi Yang raised his head and shouted at the eaves in a rough voice, "Li Yian! Why are you hiding again? Come down and drink with us!"
Li Yian was half-lying comfortably on the eaves, but Qi Yang's yell frightened her so much that she crushed the petals in her hand.
She quickly jumped up and ran to the edge of the house. Looking down, she saw that everyone she knew was there. She scratched her head awkwardly and said, "The air is better up there."
"Li Yian, come down. My feet are tired. Come down and carry me." Li Xia waved at her happily. Li Xuan on the side turned cold and covered her mouth with his hand.
"Li Yian, we are having a social gathering with the Academy of Literature today, so you have to represent the Academy of Martial Arts." A Quan asked with his fingers clasped together.
"Sister, the wound on my face still hurts a little. Please help me take a look." Mu Yin covered his face and looked at her pitifully.
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Li Yian's heart was touched. It seemed that she had made friends without realizing it. She didn't seem so lonely all along.
Mu Yang, dressed in gorgeous attire, was the most eye-catching. Tall and slender, he wore a plain white shirt with intricate patterns woven from gold thread across his chest and wide sleeves. He exuded a fairy-like aura, with skin as white as snow and long hair like a waterfall.
He took off his silver-white mask, and his handsome face was more dazzling than the warm spring sun.
He looked up at her with a beautiful smile. He extended his hand to her and said gently, "Yian, come down."
Li Yian's gaze finally settled on Mu Yang, the ever-so-beautiful and gentle Mu Yang.
"After the celebration, I'll make you some osmanthus wine."
Li Yian couldn't help but curl his lips, nodded slightly, squatted down, and stretched out his hand towards Mu Yang.
She didn't know what the future would be like, but at least she was happy at the moment.
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