Chapter 88 Chapter 88 "Mu Yin, you won, how...
"Mu Yin, why are you still unhappy even though you won?" The companion walking beside Mu Yin asked in confusion.
Everyone was cheering for Mu Yin, but he remained silent, his face unsmiling. Just now, when they were discussing tomorrow's plans at the martial arts academy, everyone gathered around him, waiting for him to speak, but he remained silent. In the end, Ah Quan chaired the meeting.
Mu Yin's thoughts were interrupted. He simply curled his lips and replied, "I was just thinking about attacking the tunnel tomorrow."
"Mu Yin, don't worry. With you and Li Xuan here, no monster can cause any trouble." The companion comforted with a smile, looking at Mu Yin with longing and respect in his eyes.
Mu Yin just smiled back, but his lowered eyes were a little gloomy.
He hated these people's flattery and didn't like to flatter others.
Mu Yin kept thinking back to Mu Yang's defeat, standing there dejected, with no one to comfort him. No matter how much Mu Yang had done for the Theological Society, no matter how many times he had saved those people, once Mu Yang fell from grace, those people had simply abandoned him. Mu Yang now was like Cheng Qiu back then: despite sacrificing himself for them, once his power and status were gone, he was completely forgotten.
The human heart is ridiculous.
He took away everything from Mu Yang and won the hearts of these people, but he really didn't care about it, and he didn't feel as happy as he expected.
Moreover, Mu Yang wasn't seriously competing with him, distracted by something else. He could even sense Mu Yang's spiritual power rapidly decreasing during the match, as if he was enduring immense pain.
Although he won, it was an unfair and dishonorable victory.
"It's so late, why are there still people going to the training ground..." A soft question arose.
The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and the snow was already knee-deep. In the distance, a person was running towards the stadium with an umbrella, staggering a little. She left a long, messy, and deep trail of footprints behind her.
Mu Yin's eyes moved, "Sister..." He no longer had the heart to listen to what the person next to him said. He flicked his sleeves and disappeared.
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Li Yian was panting, holding an umbrella, and treading on the snow with some difficulty, looking for Mu Yang in the vast and complex terrain of the martial arts training ground.
"Mu Yang!" She called out Mu Yang's name loudly, and the echo reverberated in the empty training ground, but no one responded.
Li Yian walked around the martial arts training ground for about half an hour. Although it was winter and snowing heavily, she was sweating on her forehead and looked flustered.
How could she forget that Mu Yang was battling his inner demons not long ago? Even if he looked unharmed on the surface, he must have been deeply damaged on the inside.
She blamed Mu Yang for his improper attitude and for not taking the competition seriously, but at that time Mu Yang might have been on the verge of collapse due to the torture of his inner demons.
Mu Yang is not the omnipotent, perfect paper man she imagined. Mu Yang is a living, flesh-and-blood person.
The novel describes that "XX days later, he conquered his inner demons". It is a simple sentence and seems to be a piece of cake for Mu Yang, but who could have imagined what he went through on those XX days?
"Mu Yang, are you there?" She called his name over and over again.
The wind and snow were getting stronger and stronger, and the umbrella in Li Yian's hand was broken by the wind. She had no choice but to throw the umbrella down and raise her hand to cover her forehead to block the broken snow that kept pouring into her eyes.
I just went to the guest room in the backyard to look for him, but he was nowhere to be found. I came here and looked for him for a long time, but still couldn't find him.
Li Yian didn't know where he went, but she hoped he could find a place to hide from the snow and not stay in this empty, cold place.
Li Yian looked around but still couldn't find Mu Yang, feeling a little disappointed.
"Maybe Mu Yang is hiding from the snow somewhere."
Although Mu Yang was stubborn, he wasn't stupid. How could he stay here alone? It was freezing cold, and even the strongest body couldn't stand it.
What's more, it should not be just her who cares about Mu Yang. Li Xuan, Li Xia, the High Priest, and even a student from the Theological Society would have persuaded him to go back if they saw Mu Yang here.
Li Yian lowered his head and was about to walk back when he saw a corner of white clothes exposed behind a wooden stake in the distance from the corner of his eye. The white clothes blended in with the snow and could not be seen at all without careful observation.
Li Yian suddenly stopped and walked forward hurriedly.
Just as she reached the wooden stake, a gust of wind blew, blowing a wisp of silver silk behind the stake. She paused uncertainly, "Mu Yang..."
The person in front did not respond.
Li Yian slowly walked around the wooden stake and saw a person sitting in front of it, almost buried in the snow. His heart was shocked and his face changed drastically.
The person in front had silver hair and a beautiful face like a white jade sculpture. His facial features were not quite the same as Mu Yang's, but they were very similar. There was a silver rune mark on his forehead.
"Feng Yao..."
Mu Yang was alone in this world of ice and snow, refining his inner demons and completing his transformation. The god in him was awakened.
The person in front of him was like an ice statue, motionless, with his eyes and eyebrows slightly closed, his skin so white that it was almost transparent, as if it was about to merge with the snow, beautiful and sacred to the extreme.
Li Yian took a step back, his heart pounding.
Is this the Feng Yao in the novel who was struck to death by thunder from the sky?
When Mu Yang transforms into Feng Yao, he descends upon the world, ushering in a new life. All evil, all demons, are exposed before him. Mu Yang's inner demon blade will lead him to invincibility.
She felt panicked just by looking at him. But that panic was not controlled by her rationality, but the deepest fear in her heart, a fear that seemed to be transmitted by the original owner who was parasitic in her body.
Li Yian took a deep breath, barely suppressed his negative thoughts, and slowly approached Mu Yang.
Feng Yao's appearance was so unrealistically beautiful that Li Yian couldn't help but reach out and touch his face lightly. The touch was real, but as if afraid of waking him up, Li Yian quickly retracted his hand.
After a pause, she remembered something and reached out to touch the side of his face, which was as cold as ice.
Li Yian was startled and quickly placed his fingertips under his nose, breathing weakly.
"Not bad..." Li Yian breathed a sigh of relief. She took off her coat and put the warm coat on him. She half-knelt down, reached out and grasped Mu Yang's wrist, slowly sending spiritual energy to him. Seeing that Mu Yang's body had regained some warmth, she let him go.
Li Yian carried the unconscious Mu Yang on her back and wanted to walk towards the backyard, but the snow was too deep and she couldn't use it to climb over the eaves or walls. She could only walk back in a somewhat awkward manner, stepping on the snow one step at a time.
But he walked so awkwardly that he stumbled several times.
Mu Yang, who was on his back, was jolted to the point that he half-opened his eyes. He was still conscious and could only mutter, "Yi An, do you blame me?... Blame me for losing to Mu Yin..."
"No." Li Yian replied.
"But you left, you didn't listen to my explanation..."
Li Yian felt the back of his neck soaked in warm liquid, and Mu Yang's voice choked with sobs, "It hurts so much, it hurts so much. My body hurts so much, my heart hurts so much..."
Li Yian paused, Mu Yang's tears soaked her collar, and she was sobbing so hard that she could hardly speak.
"······I really want to die, but·····I'm afraid you will look down on me even more."
"Mu Yang." Li Yian's throat felt like it was blocked, and she felt an unspeakable pain in her heart. She didn't know how long it had been since she saw Mu Yang cry. After the ceremony, when he was seriously injured and unable to get out of bed, he didn't cry. Even when his inner demons severely ravaged his body during the day, he didn't cry.
His unbridled tears at this moment reminded her of him as a child, when he would express his grievances and sadness so frankly, and cry every time because of her cold treatment.
And this time, was he so sad because she ignored him?
"I'm sorry." Li Yian lowered his head, his voice hoarse, "I was too impulsive at that time."
She was angry because Mu Yang lost, but she ignored the fact that Mu Yang, as the person involved, was no less upset than she was. Furthermore, everyone was rushing towards Mu Yin, excitedly discussing tomorrow's plan. No one noticed Mu Yang, who had collapsed in the training grounds, buried in the snow.
He was once the adored Mu Yang, a man who had never suffered any serious injustice. If Li Yian were to bear such a huge gap, she might not be able to handle it.
She thought Mu Yang was too perfect, so when she found out he wasn't perfect, her defenses were broken. Perhaps she had never considered Mu Yang a real person, always thinking he was an omnipotent fictional character.
"Mu Yang, I'm sorry." She said again.
But Mu Yang didn't reply, and seemed to have fallen into unconsciousness again. Tears kept flowing from his slightly closed eyes.
Li Yian sighed slightly and walked forward slowly with Mu Yang on his back.
Perhaps because of Mu Yang's physical transformation, they are now so close to each other without any disaster happening.
They were destined to be enemies, but she could never hate Mu Yang. Even though she knew she might die at his hands soon, she didn't want to hurt him in the slightest.
By the time Mu Yang was sent back to his guest room, it was already past three in the morning.
Li Yian placed the unconscious Mu Yang on the bed, hurriedly ran to the woodshed next door to boil a pot of hot water, and walked into the room with the hot water.
There were dried bloodstains on Mu Yang's face, his hair and collar were wet with tears, and a few strands of hair stuck to the side of his face.
Li Yian wet a towel and wiped the blood off his face. He then changed his outer shirt, which was soaked by the snow, and covered him with a thick quilt.
She lit the stove in the house and moved the heater to the bedside.
After finishing all this, she sat down somewhat weakly, supporting her chin, staring blankly at Mu Yang, who had a strange face lying on the bed.
With silver hair, snow-white skin and a holy and beautiful appearance, she is truly blessed by God.
In a few hours, she and the other members of the Theological Society would set out to fight the monster. She had no idea what the monster was like. If only Mu Yang had woken up earlier and gone with them, he would surely be able to deal with it.
Just as he was daydreaming, he suddenly heard some noise outside the room. Li Yian quickly stood up and walked towards the door.
But there was no one outside the room. Only when Li Yian walked back to the room with a puzzled look on his face did Mu Yin come out from the bushes.
Mu Yin, dressed in black, leaned against the tree trunk, a trace of sadness flashed across his face. He obviously hated Mu Yang's hypocritical look, but seeing him waiting to die in the snow with no one paying attention, he felt sad in his heart.
He had also experienced the feeling of waiting to die in despair, but he did not wait for Li Yian to save him.
He seemed to have taken away everything from Mu Yang, but Mu Yang was luckier than him after all.
He suddenly heard voices talking in the room, as if Mu Yang had woken up.
I vaguely heard Mu Yang mention his name, "... I feel at ease with Mu Yin leading the team. He is better than me..."
"...Mu Yin is getting attention, and I'm happy for him..."
Mu Yin's brows moved slightly, and he raised his head to look at the room with yellow candlelight, with a complicated expression.
"Are you being so hypocritical again?" Mu Yin pursed his lips tightly, as if afraid of hearing more words he didn't want to hear, and turned away.
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