The wind stirred, and Feng Qishi felt an unfamiliarity with the Soul Sword in his hand. He tried to convey to the Soul Sword with his heart that it could deal with him later, after they had dealt with "them."
However, his words had no effect. Instead, the Soul Sword compelled him to stop.
At the same time, the monsters, upon seeing Feng Qishi approaching, began to roar.
Mu Anxiao watched the scene unfold. She quickly returned her dagger to her embrace, swiftly conjured her silver rope, and shouted, "Soul Sword, you are not allowed to kill him." With that, she swung the silver rope, attempting to bind the Soul Sword.
In the next instant, the silver rope missed the Soul Sword and fell to the ground.
Seeing this, Mu Anxiao swiftly retracted the rope and reluctantly walked forward.
Feng Qishi held his right wrist with his left hand, trying to control the Soul Sword and earnestly telling it, "Focus on the task at hand, focus on the task at hand."
Unexpectedly, the Soul Sword ignored him, directly controlling him to raise his right hand above his head, turning him around, and guiding him towards Mu Anxiao, who was approaching.
Mu Anxiao stopped abruptly, quickly flicked out her silver rope, and the rope instinctively bound Feng Qishi. Mu Anxiao then shouted at the Soul Sword, "Stop."
Immediately, the Soul Sword ceased controlling Feng Qishi. The hand holding the Soul Sword naturally lowered.
Feng Qishi let out a sigh of relief, thinking, "It really doesn't work."
At the same time, Mu Anxiao also relaxed. She then looked at the distance between Feng Qishi and the monsters, gave the silver rope a strong tug, and Feng Qishi was pulled towards Mu Anxiao.
The dagger spoke, "It seems only you can wield the Soul Sword."
Mu Anxiao remained silent. She controlled Feng Qishi to stand before her, tilted her head up, and said, "Stay still here." As she spoke, she retracted the silver rope and extended her hand, "Give me the Soul Sword."
"No," Feng Qishi replied stiffly.
Mu Anxiao looked up at Feng Qishi's stubborn face and tutted. "Give it to me. I won't kill you, and I can definitely control myself."
"You..."
"I accept you." Mu Anxiao had not wanted to utter these embarrassing words, but seeing Feng Qishi in this state, she had no choice but to say them to his face.
"You... you're lying." Feng Qishi met Mu Anxiao's gaze.
Mu Anxiao said earnestly, "I'm not. To be honest," she looked at Feng Qishi, "I really didn't know how to accept you at first, but just now, I realized. I... I just don't want you to die. I don't want to see you leave me completely, because... you are Feng Qishi, and you are also Shen Yan. I solemnly tell you, I accept you as him."
"You mean... you don't accept that I am Shen Yan?" Feng Qishi was surprised. He had always thought Mu Anxiao didn't accept his feelings for her. Hearing her say this now, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"What do you think?" Mu Anxiao frowned.
Feng Qishi: "I thought..." He gave a dry laugh. "Nothing." He reasoned that to make the other half love oneself, one must first make the other half accept oneself. Feelings couldn't be forced, so... he decided not to say anything more.
Mu Anxiao frowned, "You're crazy." As she spoke, seeing Feng Qishi return to his normal demeanor, she felt a sense of ease.
The dagger exclaimed, "Not good."
Hearing this, Mu Anxiao hastily withdrew her gaze fixed on Feng Qishi's face and looked down at her chest, asking, "What's wrong?"
At the same time, Feng Qishi also shifted his gaze to Mu Anxiao's chest and frowned, "Can't you just hang her from your waist? Aren't you afraid she'll hurt you by mistake?"
"..." Mu Anxiao froze. She slowly retracted her gaze from her chest and looked up, her eyes meeting Feng Qishi's. "Where are you looking?" She deliberately covered her chest with her hand.
Hearing this, Feng Qishi looked embarrassed. He quickly pretended to be nonchalant, cleared his throat, and said, "Nowhere." He couldn't help but let out a couple of dry laughs.
Mu Anxiao looked up at Feng Qishi's face, deliberately tugged at her clothes, and asked, "What's wrong?" This time, she didn't look down but kept her eyes on Feng Qishi.
The dagger warned, "The monster has broken free from the vines."
"Broken free..." Mu Anxiao was mid-sentence when the Soul Sword suddenly began to struggle in Feng Qishi's hand. Feng Qishi was startled and looked down at the Soul Sword, asking, "Mu idiot, what's going on?"
"Give it to me," Mu Anxiao urged.
Upon hearing this, Feng Qishi hesitated, still worried that Mu Anxiao hadn't fully accepted him.
Seeing Feng Qishi's indecisive expression, Mu Anxiao became angry. "Hurry and give it to me. This is not the time for you to think. I won't take your life. Hurry up." She dangled her hand.
Feng Qishi: "..." He looked at Mu Anxiao, his eyes darkening. Just as he was about to hand the Soul Sword to Mu Anxiao, the Soul Sword forcibly pried his hand open and shot upwards into the sky.
Mu Anxiao didn't react immediately. She glanced down at Feng Qishi's palm and then looked up at the sky, saying, "You let go."
"I didn't," Feng Qishi said, stunned.
Mu Anxiao: "..." Her brow furrowed. Thinking back to the night the Soul Sword pierced Feng Qishi's body, she quickly grabbed his arm and said, "Don't move." She deliberately ignored the monsters that had broken free from the vines and scanned the sky for the Soul Sword.
Feng Qishi looked down at Mu Anxiao and asked, "What are you doing?"
Mu Anxiao: "Strange, where did it go?" As she asked, she glanced around, then her eyes lit up. She looked down at the ground and saw the Soul Sword dart from behind Feng Qishi. Mu Anxiao jumped in surprise. Before she could pull Feng Qishi away, the Soul Sword struck him forcefully on the back.
The next second, Feng Qishi stumbled forward under the Soul Sword's influence.
Seeing Feng Qishi falling towards her, Mu Anxiao quickly opened her arms and caught him. The Soul Sword hovered behind Feng Qishi, swaying.
Mu Anxiao looked at the Soul Sword and frowned, "Are you crazy?"
Upon hearing Mu Anxiao's words, the Soul Sword paused. It then floated to Mu Anxiao's side and pointed at Feng Qishi, who was slowly getting up.
Mu Anxiao understood the Soul Sword's meaning and said mentally, "That's probably not a good idea." As she spoke, she cautiously glanced at Feng Qishi, who was holding his shoulder and straightening up, enduring the pain.
The Soul Sword ignored Feng Qishi and moved again.
Mu Anxiao frowned and said mentally, "You mean... I should give him some of my demonic energy? I can't deal with those guys alone." As she spoke mentally, she glanced at the monsters that had already closed in on Feng Qishi, her eyes widened. She quickly tiptoed and cupped Feng Qishi's face in her hands.
Everything happened too suddenly, and Feng Qishi was startled. "What are you doing?"
Mu Anxiao's expression was serious. "Come down a bit."
"Huh?" Feng Qishi didn't understand but obediently leaned down.
Mu Anxiao looked at Feng Qishi's face at close range, pursed her lips, and said, "Um... I'm sorry for taking liberties." With that, she pouted and, with a burst of courage, kissed Feng Qishi.
Feng Qishi's eyes widened.