"I beat up your brother, and your mother must be angry. Anyway, I don't feel anything, I just bled a little. As long as she's appeased." Mu Anxiao interrupted.
"Do you really think so?"
"What else? Do you want me to beat up your mother to vent her anger?" Mu Anxiao said indifferently.
"Thank you for your understanding. I will definitely..."
Mu Anxiao didn't want to hear Feng Qishi make any useless promises. She said, "Your mother must be angry that you came out."
"She won't let me go back, but my brother told me to go back." Feng Qishi confessed honestly.
"You should call your mother so she doesn't worry. Then you can say," Mu Anxiao said, "that you will never see this village girl again." As she spoke, she slowly raised her hand.
Feng Qishi looked at Mu Anxiao's finger, which was glowing blue, in surprise and quickly took a step back. "We are partners."
"I don't want to cooperate with you anymore. I have other things to do later." Mu Anxiao said, stepping forward and placing her finger directly on Feng Qishi's forehead.
Sixty seconds later... Mu Anxiao opened her eyes wide and removed her hand, looking at Feng Qishi's expressionless face. She said, "You still remember me?"
"I don't feel anything," Feng Qishi said, touching his forehead.
Mu Anxiao looked at her faintly glowing finger in confusion and muttered, "How can this be?"
"Because your wound is healing through your own magic," Zhang Yan said, coming to their side.
Mu Anxiao stared at her finger in disbelief and said, "It's your magic artifact."
"Yes, my magic artifact delays wound healing. The medicine just now can help your magic concentrate and thus heal your wounds," Zhang Yan explained.
"How long will it take for me to recover?"
"Half a month," Zhang Yan said seriously.
However, this duration was a huge blow to Mu Anxiao. Looking at Zhang Yan, she thought of the two evil spirits and became anxious. "What will happen if I take action within these half a month?"
"You won't be able to return," Zhang Yan said calmly.
Mu Anxiao did not expect such a consequence, especially seeing Zhang Yan's serious expression now. She had no reason to doubt him.
"I'm sorry, it's all my fault," Feng Qishi said, looking at Mu Anxiao.
Mu Anxiao glanced at Feng Qishi and said, "This has nothing to do with you."
"You'll follow me during this time," Zhang Yan said again.
"Is my magic ineffective?" Mu Anxiao asked, trying to grasp at the last hope.
Zhang Yan patiently replied, "It's not that it's ineffective, it's just that it doesn't have much effect anymore. However, it can still be used for everyday pranks."
"I understand," Mu Anxiao said, her heart stirred.
"Don't be too discouraged. You have something to do recently."
"What is it?" Mu Anxiao asked in a low voice.
"You'll know tomorrow," Zhang Yan said, then turned to Feng Qishi, who looked guilty. "This has nothing to do with you. I'll send you back. Go to school properly tomorrow."
"How will you send me back?" Feng Qishi frowned slightly.
Zhang Yan's lips curled into a smile. "At the fastest speed."
When Feng Qishi heard this, his face lit up with curiosity. "Are you going to take me flying?"
Zhang Yan just smiled without speaking.
"When you go back, make sure to speak ill of me, don't..."
Before Mu Anxiao could finish speaking, Zhang Yan grabbed Feng Qishi and they disappeared. Then, she sighed, turned, and walked towards her room.
In the blink of an eye, Zhang Yan and Feng Qishi landed steadily at his doorstep. Feng Qishi asked, "Why don't I feel anything?"