".... " Mu Anxiao was momentarily stunned, so she took a moment to process Feng Qishi's words before replying, "Happiness, you head! Shen the lunatic, which string in your brain is loose? Go back and have your master fix it for you, and don't spout nonsense here." After speaking, she glanced at the Yincha who was secretly chuckling.
The Yincha immediately felt Mu Anxiao's gaze and hurriedly stifled his laughter.
Feng Qishi: "If you don't want me to talk nonsense, then... let me heal your wounds."
"I..."
"Stop with the nonsense. If you don't want me to continue spreading rumors about you and Xu Lan, then obediently hand me your hand."
Having lived for decades, Mu Anxiao was most wary of romantic entanglements. Naturally, she also understood Feng Qishi's nature of doing as he said.
Therefore, for the sake of her reputation, she still handed her hands to Feng Qishi.
"It would have been better if you agreed earlier. Why hurt each other?" Feng Qishi said, looking at the Yincha. "Turn around."
"Yes."
"And walk a bit further away."
"Yes." The Yincha replied obediently, turned his back, and indeed walked a few steps further.
Mu Anxiao turned her head to glance at the Yincha's retreating back, sighed, and turned back to Feng Qishi. "Let's begin."
Feng Qishi looked down at Mu Anxiao's calm expression, a smile playing on his lips. "I thought that after this, we wouldn't see each other again. It seems you truly have great fortune."
"Disappointed?"
"...." Feng Qishi chuckled and slowly revealed the cloth wrapped around Mu Anxiao's wounds.
Mu Anxiao watched Feng Qishi's careless act of unwrapping the cloth, her heart tightening. "Just heal it directly. Don't take it off," she said.
"I need to see your wound before I can cast spells. What is it?" Feng Qishi feigned indifference, glancing at Mu Anxiao's face. "You're still afraid of pain."
"Nonsense, of course I'm afraid of pain."
"Your constant 'nonsense' is really starting to annoy me," Feng Qishi said, tugging at the cloth. "It's stuck. Your wound has adhered to the cloth."
Mu Anxiao gasped in pain and said, "That's why I told you not to touch the cloth."
"It's fine, it doesn't hurt me," Feng Qishi said. He then pulled the cloth away from Mu Anxiao's wound, sped up the process of removing it entirely, and hung it on her wrist. "Both demonic arts and spiritual arts have been used, yet the wound is still so deep. Mu the fool, does it hurt a lot!"
At this moment, to avoid increasing her own suffering, Mu Anxiao deliberately turned her face away, taking several deep breaths. "Shen the lunatic, I hate you."
Feng Qishi glanced at the beads of sweat on Mu Anxiao's face and her trembling hands, then smiled. "One hand at a time." As he spoke, he began to cast his spell.
A few minutes later.
Feng Qishi calmly looked at Mu Anxiao's healed hands, then at the blood-stained cloths hanging from her wrists. "Mu the fool, open your eyes."
"Is it done?" Mu Anxiao asked.
Then, Feng Qishi directly took Mu Anxiao's hands and said, "Feel it. Does it hurt."
"It hurts..." Mu Anxiao uttered, moving her hands and smiling. "Eh, it's better." As she spoke, she opened her eyes, looked up at Feng Qishi, paused for a few seconds, and said, "You can let go now."
Feng Qishi: "How do you plan to thank me?" He released her hands.
Mu Anxiao glanced at her healed palm and said, "As long as you let your disciple go, I'll agree to any other request."
"You..."
"Your disciple is highly suspected," Mu Anxiao said firmly. Suddenly remembering her dwindling time, she added, "However, I don't have time to look for him right now."
"Where are you going?"
"None of your business," Mu Anxiao said, turning to the Yincha who was still with his back turned. "Alright, you can turn around now."
Hearing this, the Yincha let out a sigh and turned to face Mu Anxiao. "You're all better."
"Mhm, come here." Mu Anxiao beckoned.
The Yincha looked at Mu Anxiao's beckoning hand with astonishment and exclaimed, "Your hand is healed!" As he took a step forward, a dagger suddenly pierced through his body.
Seeing this, Feng Qishi's eyes widened, and he remembered Lin Yan.
Mu Anxiao was startled. "Damn dagger!" She dropped the blood-stained cloths and quickly ran forward, grabbing the dagger and pulling it inwards. "Dagger, it's you again." She stopped.
Meanwhile, the Yincha had collapsed to the ground.
Feng Qishi strode to Mu Anxiao's side, looking down at her hand tightly gripping the dagger, and said urgently, "Let go quickly, you're bleeding!"
"I won't," Mu Anxiao shook her head and looked up at the wolf demon who had just jumped down from the tree.
The wolf demon: "Mu Anxiao, you're alright now."
"Why are you here?" Mu Anxiao asked casually, then looked down at the Yincha lying motionless on the ground and called out, "Hey, are you okay?"
The Yincha: "...." He remained completely still.
Feng Qishi's attention was not on the Yincha but remained fixed on Mu Anxiao's bleeding hand. "Mu the fool, let go quickly." He reached out and grabbed Mu Anxiao's wrist.
"I won't, she is..."
"The wolf demon is my master, and it was the wolf demon who just threw me at that Yincha."
Hearing this, the wolf demon's body stiffened.
Mu Anxiao was equally surprised. She looked down at the dagger. "If you're lying, try me."
"I didn't..."
"Not lying means you are," Mu Anxiao said, turning to Feng Qishi, who was still concerned about her injury. "Let go."
"You let her go, and I'll let you go."
"Shen the lunatic, if you don't let go of me, I won't talk to you anymore."
Hearing this, Feng Qishi's heart sank, and he immediately released her.
Mu Anxiao glanced at Feng Qishi, still tightly gripping the dagger, and walked to the Yincha's side. "Are you dead yet?" She kicked the Yincha's leg.
The wolf demon was surprised that Mu Anxiao was speaking on its behalf and showed a touched expression. "Mu Anxiao, you truly believe me."
"...." Mu Anxiao sighed, kicking the Yincha's leg with one foot and turning to the wolf demon. "You used to be quite despicable, but now, I'll trust you for once. If you're lying to me, I won't give you the demon core."
"You found that guy."
"I found him," Mu Anxiao said, withdrawing her foot and looking down at the Yincha, who still showed no signs of movement. "Hey, you're really dead." She crouched down.
Feng Qishi: "He fainted."
"Fainted..." Mu Anxiao uttered, looking up at Feng Qishi who was walking over. "How can you be sure he fainted and not died?"
"Throw the dagger away, and I'll tell you," Feng Qishi said, squatting beside Mu Anxiao.
Mu Anxiao hesitated for a moment but then dropped the dagger onto the ground. "Tell me then."
At the same time, as the dagger was about to seize the opportunity to escape, a blue light suddenly enveloped it.
Seeing this, it was startled. "Mu Anxiao, what did you do to me?"