Chapter 73 Chapter 73 Ever since Li Yian stepped into the room,...
Since Li Yian stepped into the room, put the lunch box on the table, brought out the dishes, scooped the soup, put down the soup bowl, and then looked down at his clothes in confusion, and touched his hair and face.
Mu Yang's eyes were always on her throughout the whole process.
Li Yian's face turned cold, "What are you looking at?"
She wanted to be nicer to Mu Yang, but her weird attitude was unbearable.
She admitted that she was indeed worried about Mu Yang. Qi Yang had also said, "No matter how many people come to see Mu Yang, or how lively it is, it doesn't mean he doesn't need your care." So, Qi Yang asked her to come, and she came. Seeing that Mu Yang was fine, she felt a little relieved.
But I really wasn't used to being in the same room with Mu Yang.
I wanted to leave immediately, but I felt it was inappropriate, so I just stood there stiffly. On the surface, I put on a cold face, but in fact I was having a social anxiety attack.
Mu Yang tried to push himself up and get out of bed, but due to his weakness, his hands gave way and he nearly fell to the ground. Qi Yang saw this and hurried forward to support him.
"Mu Yang, what are you going to do?" Qi Yang asked hurriedly.
Mu Yang's eyes were fixed on Li Yian. "Yian, are you okay?"
"Not bad." Unexpectedly, Mu Yang's first words to her were these, even though he was obviously more seriously injured than her.
Li Yian's expression softened a bit, and he explained dryly, "Cheng Qiu has already healed me."
"Cheng Qiu..." Mu Yang murmured in a low voice, and paused for a long time before speaking, "That's good." He was still struggling to get up.
Li Yian, who was five meters away from him, hurriedly said, "Don't move, get some rest."
"Yian, I want to check your aura."
Mu Yang's tone was serious, so Li Yian had no choice but to step forward and extend his hand to him.
The backs of her hands and arms were covered with scars from the python's scales. Although they looked scary, they were all minor injuries.
Mu Yang's expression turned a bit ugly. He held her wrist and injected the scarce spiritual energy remaining in his body into Li Yian's body. He found that the spiritual energy in Li Yian's body was exhausted to the point of being almost gone.
Internal injuries can be healed, but her power cannot. He could imagine what Li Yian had experienced there.
He reached out his hand again and wanted to touch the long raised scar on Li Yian's cheek, but Li Yian quickly dodged and pulled his hand back.
In case any inexplicable objects hit Mu Yang, she quickly stepped back several steps and explained, "They are all slightly injured."
Mu Yang just lowered his head and remained silent, biting his lower lip tightly, his eyes slightly red.
Li Yian is the worst at comforting others. Seeing Mu Yang about to cry, she quickly looked up at Qi Yang beside her.
Qi Yang, however, acted as if it was none of his business and laughed, "I have something to do, so I'll leave first. You guys chat slowly." After saying that, he turned around and left.
Upon hearing this, Li Yian hurriedly tried to follow, "Let me help you."
But Mu Yang called out to Li Yian, his tone urgent, "Yian."
Li Yian's heart skipped a beat, but she finally stopped because she felt sorry for him. It wasn't until Qi Yang left and the door closed that Li Yian turned around and asked, "Want to talk about something?"
She still remembered what she had promised Mu Yang - to chat with him.
She fiddled with the food, moved the small table full of delicious food to Mu Yang's bed, and handed the soup bowl and spoon to Mu Yang.
Then he took a few steps back, found a stool for himself, sat down, straightened his back, and looked at him seriously.
Mu Yang, who was about to cry just now, somehow forced back his tears. He lowered his head, picked up the soup bowl, and stirred it absentmindedly with a spoon.
The two were silent for a while, and then Mu Yang said, "Don't you have anything to say to me?"
Why can she chat so well with Qi Yang, Cheng Qiu, and even Qiu Sheng when they met for the first time?
But in front of him, she was always silent.
Li Yian racked his brains and could only ask, "How are you feeling?"
"Not bad." Mu Yang responded in a low voice.
The air was silent for a long time, as if it had fallen into an awkward silence. Mu Yang changed the subject and said, "Oh no! It hurts everywhere. My whole body is in excruciating pain."
Li Yian stood up hurriedly, a little anxious, "I'll go find the High Priest."
"No need!" Mu Yang quickly put down the soup bowl.
Although the pain was unbearable, what was even more unbearable for him was that Li Yian, whom he had been looking forward to seeing, disappeared again.
Mu Yang was not as outgoing as Qi Yang and did not have outstanding eloquence. He could not find a topic that would interest Li Yian, and he did not know what to talk about.
But as long as Li Yian is there, he will feel at ease.
"Can you sit with me quietly for a while?" he requested.
Li Yi paused, "Of course I can, but are you really okay?"
"It's okay." Mu Yang shook his head slightly.
Li Yian had no choice but to sit down and sit upright. He looked at Mu Yang's room and saw that he was indeed an intellectual. He even moved in bookshelves and filled the room with books.
As long as she didn't deliberately try to find awkward topics to talk about, Li Yian felt much more at ease. She saw Mu Yang drinking his soup silently, looking harmless.
She sat there bored for a while, then stood up and flipped through a book. The profound, classical Chinese, the densely packed traditional Chinese characters, made her head swell and she dozed off.
Mu Yang drank his soup, looking up at her from time to time. This quiet atmosphere was surprisingly harmonious.
"That's a healing technique, I can teach you." Mu Yang said.
Li Yian wasn't interested in any of this, but thinking about her determination to become stronger, she had no choice but to watch. When she heard that Mu Yang was willing to teach her, she nodded hesitantly, "I'll take a look first."
She hadn't wanted to have too much contact with Mu Yang, but Cheng Qiu was still in seclusion, and the High Priest was too busy every day. She didn't dare disturb him, and she wasn't familiar with the other students in the School of Arts. If Mu Yang could occasionally give her some guidance, it would be a good thing.
Seeing that Li Yian didn't refuse, Mu Yang couldn't help but smile.
He said, "I will heal the scar on your face."
Li Yian didn't care about his appearance and just casually replied, "It doesn't matter whether it can be cured or not."
Mu Yang paused, then said, "Come here, I will heal you."
Li Yian touched the scar on the side of her cheek. She spent all day in the martial arts academy, surrounded by all kinds of strange faces, but she did not have any appearance anxiety.
But perhaps only exquisite beauties like Wenyuan can't stand even a little flaw. I wonder if Chengqiu Bao is included?
Mu Yang insisted again and again, and Li Yian had no reason to object. It was a good opportunity for her to see how Mu Yang used his healing technique.
Li Yian walked closer to Mu Yang, leaned forward slightly, and turned his side face towards Mu Yang.
Mu Yang stretched out his slender fingers and gently touched the side of her face. A faint light seeped into her smooth skin.
Li Yian only felt a slight warmth on the scar. When she raised her hand and touched the side of her face, she found that the raised scar slowly flattened down.
Li Yian was surprised, and a lively expression appeared on his usually cold face. "Did the High Priest teach you this?"
Mu Yang smiled a shy yet beautiful smile, his dimples slightly etched. "No, I just learned it." Mu Yang rarely saw Li Yian's expression so vivid when facing him, and he felt both delighted and shy. He picked up the book on the bedside table and explained.
The literature club's spells are as numerous as the vast ocean, and the teacher can't teach them all. A master guides one, but the practice is up to the individual. He reads a lot of books to prepare for any unexpected needs.
When he saw Li Yian's injury that day, he was worried and asked someone to bring a book to him as soon as he woke up.
Li Yian was well aware of Mu Yang's strong learning ability and could only admire him secretly.
But her surprised expression only lasted for a moment, and she immediately distanced herself from him with an expressionless face, fearing that something inexplicable would hit Mu Yang again.
Mu Yang's eyes dimmed a little. He watched Li Yian walk back to the bookshelf and flip through the books. He opened his lips but didn't say anything.
With such a harmonious atmosphere, he didn't dare to ask for anything more.
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Li Yian kept dozing off while reading. He raised his head to look at Mu Yang, only to see him flipping through the book with a focused expression.
The setting sun slanted in through the window, and Muyang, coated with golden light by the setting sun, was as beautiful as a painting.
Qi Yang's voice came from outside, as if he was looking for her.
Li Yian quickly put down the book, said to Mu Yang, "I'm leaving first," and walked out.
Mu Yang raised his head, only to see her retreating figure. He lowered his eyes in disappointment.
My heart twitched slightly, and the cough I had been holding back for so long finally came out. A pool of blood appeared in the cough.
"Her body is clearly covered in wounds, and she's only hanging on by a tiny amount of spiritual energy, yet you're still using all your spiritual energy to heal her scars."
A cold voice came from the rafters, "What an idiot."
Li Xuan sat back, holding the sword in his hands, looking down at him coldly, "Cheng Qiu needs to be saved, Li Yian needs to be saved, the Theological Society needs to be saved, and the people need to be saved. How many lives do you have to squander?"
Mu Yang covered his chest and breathed heavily, "Li Xuan, are you finally willing to talk to me?"
Li Xuan said with a cold face, "Since you love Li Yian so much, it's okay to save her. Why do you risk your life to save Cheng Qiu? What does he have to do with you?"
Mu Yang took almost half of the critical hits for Cheng Qiu, which prevented Cheng Qiu's soul from dissipating, but Mu Yang's body was completely destroyed.
Even at this point, he still wants to hide it from everyone.
Li Xuan had never seen anyone so kind to the point of being stupid.
"I just don't want Cheng Qiu to suffer such a tragic fate." Mu Yang retorted softly. Since he was born to bear these responsibilities, he would bear them all. No matter if it was Xie Hui, You Tian, the evil god, or the spectators, they were all coming for him alone.
Li Xuan was choked and looked into the distance with a frown.
Mu Yang below kept coughing. Li Xuan threw down a bottle of nourishing spirit pills and said, "Take it."
Although Li Xuan did not approve of Mu Yang's approach and was angered by Mu Yang several times, in the end, he would still do things according to Mu Yang's ideas.
He had once questioned Li Yian about Mu Yang's suitability for such a heavy responsibility, and he still harbored doubts. But he was willing to take the time to confirm whether Mu Yang would reach the point Li Yian had envisioned: "The whole world will be reborn because of him."
But the Mu Yang in front of him was so weak that it made people angry.
Li Xuan stood up straight, turned around, jumped off the beam and left.
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In the dark illusion, countless giant pythons were slaughtered and thick black air covered the sky.
The woman in white looked at her palms, where a radiant light emanated. It had been a long time since she had felt such abundant spiritual energy.
The woman laughed heartily, her beautiful eyes overflowing with tears of blood. "Mu Yang, I didn't expect it was you who saved me."
The faceless costumed woman across from him said, "A mere fragment of soul managed to break free from my barrier? Interesting."
The woman sneered, "You've imprisoned me for ten thousand years, repeating my tragic fate time and time again. But this time, it's over."
After saying that, she waved her sleeves and a huge spot of light burst out from her hand, rushing towards the woman in costume at a high speed.
"A mere trifle." The costumed woman blocked it with one hand, repelling the light spot back.
"boom!"
With a loud bang, spots of light illuminated the entire dark illusion.
Until the dark illusion returned to darkness again, the woman in costume looked at the opposite side with a grim expression, and the woman in white had disappeared.
Escaped?
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