The woman’s voice chuckled a few times and said, “Clever. Next, I will give you more gifts.”
“Gifts,” Mu Anxiao said, enduring the pain of her wound, and let out a cold laugh. She deliberately said, “I don’t want them. I don’t like your cheap gifts.”
“The more you refuse, the more I will insist on giving them to you.”
The second the woman’s voice finished speaking, Mu Anxiao sensed a dense demonic aura. Immediately, her brows furrowed, and she said, “You actually brought in so many demon souls.”
“Play with them slowly.”
“You…” Mu Anxiao uttered a word, and her eyes fell upon a gray light flying towards the sky. She slightly frowned, then turned around. Excluding the vanished demon soul, there were a total of ten figures before her: three males and seven females.
However, what baffled Mu Anxiao was that these demon souls… were not speaking, and their eyes were vacant, as if they were being controlled. Clutching her magic tightly, she began to hesitate whether to act directly.
Just then, Feng Qishi’s voice echoed from behind Mu Anxiao, “Don’t act.”
Hearing this, Mu Anxiao’s body stiffened. She turned to look at Feng Qishi, who was running towards her, and asked, “Why? They are all demon souls.”
“They are not,” Feng Qishi said, stopping beside Mu Anxiao.
Mu Anxiao was puzzled. “But they all have demonic energy, how…”
“That’s not their demonic energy,” Feng Qishi interrupted, walking gracefully towards them.
Seeing this, Mu Anxiao exclaimed in shock, “What exactly is going on?”
“They are all ordinary souls,” Feng Qishi said. He walked up to them and, before they could make a move, waved his hand. They vanished.
Mu Anxiao: “What did you do to them?” she asked, running to Feng Qishi’s side.
Feng Qishi: “I had them retreat for now.”
“You have this ability? This is demonic art.” Mu Anxiao was surprised.
“What demonic art, this is the most basic hypnosis,” Feng Qishi said, looking down at Mu Anxiao. “You don’t even know this?”
Hypnosis?
In her decades of existence, Mu Anxiao had only encountered demon souls and rarely ordinary souls. Naturally, hypnosis had little use in her hands. Thus, Feng Qishi’s sudden question had stumped her.
“…”
“Why aren’t you speaking?”
“I simply don’t know.”
“I don’t believe you,” Feng Qishi said, pointing at A Mei, who was lying on the ground, protected. “If you didn’t know how, how could she be asleep?”
Hearing this, Mu Anxiao followed Feng Qishi’s gaze to A Mei and said helplessly, “I mean, I don’t know *your* kind of hypnosis. This,” she turned to glare at Feng Qishi, “I know.”
“It’s the same,” Feng Qishi said, finally circling back after a roundabout explanation.
Mu Anxiao was speechless.
Feng Qishi chuckled and looked down at A Mei. “You actually used a boundary.”
“Mm.” Mu Anxiao nodded and waved her hand, dispelling the boundary. Just as she was about to use her magic to awaken A Mei, Feng Qishi stopped her. She froze and asked, “What are you doing?” She looked up at Feng Qishi.
Feng Qishi gently shook his head.
Mu Anxiao was bewildered. “Why?”
Feng Qishi, worried about eavesdroppers, glanced left and right. He leaned in slightly, met Mu Anxiao’s eyes, and whispered, “Only when she is asleep can she avoid harm.”
“Asleep…” Mu Anxiao’s eyes flickered. “Then why didn’t you just let her sleep in your room the whole time?”
“That is my room.”
“Your room? Then what are you planning to do with her in this state?” Mu Anxiao tilted her chin.
Feng Qishi looked down, hesitated for a moment, and said, “Wait for me here.” He straightened up.
“Wait for you? Then if those guys come back, should I fight or not?”
“Hypnosis.” Feng Qishi finished, then turned and left.
Mu Anxiao watched Feng Qishi’s retreating back, sighed, and looked down at A Mei. “You’re quite unlucky to have been targeted by that guy.” As she spoke, she squatted beside A Mei.
A quarter of an hour later.
They returned to the room. A Mei had been placed on the bed by a servant.
Mu Anxiao leaned against the doorframe, standing at the entrance, looking at A Mei with a sigh.
Feng Qishi stood beside Mu Anxiao. After the servants had left, he asked, “What’s wrong?”
Mu Anxiao glanced at Feng Qishi and said, “She’s sleeping in my bed. Where am I supposed to sleep?” She stared at Feng Qishi.
Feng Qishi gave an awkward smile and pointed at the table. “I’ll have someone prepare bedding for you. Lie here.”
“Here?” Mu Anxiao glanced at the round table and sneered, “It’s so high. If I fall, are you responsible?”
“The carpet can also work.”
“You…” Mu Anxiao’s desired outcome was for Feng Qishi to find her another room. However, Feng Qishi refused to budge. Looking at him, she gasped for breath several times before saying, “I’ll stay next door.”
“Then who will protect her?”
“You… didn’t you say she’s fine as long as she’s asleep?”
“…” Feng Qishi smiled.
Mu Anxiao was confused. “What does that smile mean?” A chill ran down her spine.
Feng Qishi: “What if she wakes up?”
“Wakes…”
“Given her personality, if she sees no one accompanying her, she’ll definitely look for me first. If she encounters demon souls on the way, she’ll be finished. At that point, you…”
“I understand,” Mu Anxiao interrupted helplessly.
Seeing that Mu Anxiao was unhappy, Feng Qishi thought for a moment and said, “I’ll give you silver.”
Hearing this, Mu Anxiao’s eyes lit up. She looked at Feng Qishi and said feignedly, “That’s not good.” As she spoke, she held out her hand to Feng Qishi.
Feng Qishi glanced down at Mu Anxiao’s hand and said, “You really dare to ask.” He then took out a money pouch from his embrace and was about to take out silver when Mu Anxiao suddenly snatched the pouch.
Feng Qishi was stunned.
Mu Anxiao, forgetting her pain, quickly opened the money pouch and saw only a few pieces of broken silver.
“Just this?” she said disdainfully, sealed the pouch, and handed it back to Feng Qishi.
Feng Qishi: “You don’t want it anymore?”
“I’m not saying I don’t want it. This money pouch is mine now.”
“If it’s yours, why are you giving it to me?” Feng Qishi couldn’t comprehend Mu Anxiao’s actions.
Mu Anxiao: “You put the money you owe me in it, and when there’s more silver, you give it to me.”
“Do you think I’m a piggy bank?” Feng Qishi retorted.
Mu Anxiao smiled. “You can think of it that way. But speaking of which, are you doing this on purpose?” She narrowed her eyes.
“What do you mean?” Feng Qishi raised an eyebrow.
“I saw you had quite a bit of money before, so why is it so little now? You…”
“I didn’t bring my other money pouch, but the silver in it is all my savings, so I can’t give it to you.”
“Narcissist. I didn’t say I wanted it anyway,” Mu Anxiao rolled her eyes at Feng Qishi.
Feng Qishi smiled and put the money pouch back into his embrace. “Then I’ll save it for you.”
“Mm.” Mu Anxiao nodded and looked at the sky outside the room, which had cleared up. “Shen Fengzi, did you hear that sound?” she said, referring to the woman’s voice.
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