For a moment, bewildered

  Gently wiping the bloodstains from Feng Lixi's face with her sleeve, Xiuyue carefully picked up Feng Lixi who had fallen into a semi-unconscious state. She coldly glanced at Mo Qiuya and instructed, "I'm going to treat your junior sister's wounds now, you wait outside and don't stir up any more trouble!"

  After finishing speaking, Xi Yue Wenyu then departed swiftly and disappeared into the distance...

  Gazing at the fluttering sleeves and wide robes of the dancers, Mo Junya's eyes fell with a single tear...

  "Why? Why did it have to be this way? Why did it have to become a single nine spirit?" Mo Junya's stunning face was filled with shock and unwillingness.

  Similarly, Ling Xi's eyes were filled with resentment as she glared at Mo Junya and snarled, "It's all because of you. If it weren't for you blocking my good fortune, how could that little girl Dan Jiu Ling have stolen the show?"

  "What I, Mo Junya, want to get, I must get it! Whoever blocks me, I will kill the gods and slay the Buddhas!" Upon hearing this, Mo Junya's anger reached its peak, and she unknowingly clenched her fists tightly. "I don't care what status you, Ling Xi, have, if you provoke me, I'll make you wish you were dead!"

  At the words, Ling Xi's expression changed in an instant, and she finally sneered coldly, "Hmph, Mo Junya, you're really pitiful! You've been hated by Shan Jiu Ling to the bone, but perhaps she never even put you in her eyes. Didn't you see that when she looked at Xī Yuè Wǔ Yún, her eyes were so clear and without any emotions? Falling in love with one's master is a taboo, do you think everyone is as despicable as you?"

  Mo Junya retorted disdainfully, "Hmph, my falling in love with Shifu is taboo, but your falling in love with your own uncle, isn't that also taboo?"

  "You...". Ling Xi paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "I can make him no longer be my uncle! But you cannot break off your master-disciple relationship with him! Apart from the master-disciple relationship, what other connection do you have with him? If you weren't his disciple, I'm afraid he wouldn't even give you a glance!"

  After finishing speaking, Ling Xi decided to ignore her and swaggered away with a whip, leaving behind Mo Junya's gloomy face...

  Soft and gentle moonlight passes through the diamond-shaped window lattice and refracts into the room, casting a faint layer of ambiguity on the decorations inside.

  He stood tall and proud beside the bed, moonlight pouring down on him, casting a faint shadow of himself on the white marble floor. He stared fixedly at Feng Ri Xi on the bed, her face pale, her lips devoid of their usual rosy hue. She was curled up in a ball, unconscious, yet seemingly still feeling pain, her eyebrows furrowed from time to time, making one's heart ache with pity.

  Even now, the scene of Fengri Xi rushing into his arms without hesitation and blocking the sword for him still kept appearing in front of Xie Wujiang. It was undeniable that Fengri Xi's sacrifice had deeply shocked him.

  As far as he knew, she had been spoiled since childhood. Xue Yu Zhen Jun never spared her from any grievances, let alone injuries. She hadn't even experienced minor bumps and bruises. He didn't know what reason led this weak and delicate woman to block the sword for him without hesitation?

  However, the words she said before fainting really made him angry and speechless. She had selflessly blocked the sword for him, yet was eager to clear her relationship with him. As for this little disciple, he truly couldn't understand her thoughts.

  "Ugh...pain...so painful..." At this moment, Feng Rixi, who had fallen into a coma, unconsciously cried out in pain. A cold sweat dripped down her temples as she instinctively curled up into a ball, biting her lower lip tightly to resist the piercing and heart-wrenching pain...

  Long before that, Xi Yue had already cleaned and bandaged the wounds on Feng Ri Xi's body with the help of her maid. However, since she was injured by the cold ice attribute of Ming Fan's sword, and several pieces of Ming Fan fragments had already melted into her blood vessels, they could no longer be removed. Therefore, even if she recovered later, her body would still be much weaker than others. Furthermore, the mutual conflict between Ming Fan and Yuan Yang would inevitably cause her body to ache unbearably. It was feared that this pain would forever accompany her, unless she became a true immortal and could reshape her flesh...

  Suddenly, Xi Yue Wu Yan took a swift step forward, embracing the curled-up Feng Li Xi in his arms, then lifted her pale face, and gently inserted his fingers into her tightly pursed lips, forcing them open, only to see that her lower lip had been bitten until it was crimson and bleeding. Seeing that she was about to bite again unconsciously, Xi Yue Wu Yan subconsciously inserted his own fingers into her mouth.

  It was as if she had felt a soft and fragrant thing enter her mouth, and Feng Li Xi unconsciously bit down on it. In an instant, a mixture of the original fragrance and sweetness burst forth, and she stretched out her tongue to caress the soft and fragrant object back and forth, desperately sucking and licking the sweet juice...

  He stood there, frozen in shock. He only felt his fingertips being licked and sucked by the person on the bed, who was unconscious of her actions, entranced by the primordial yang energy emanating from his body. Despite knowing this, the unfamiliar sweet and humid breath still left him bewildered. His gaze gradually deepened due to this unfamiliar sensation, his water-colored eyes like a calm sea before a storm, yet turbulent beneath the surface.

  However, the daze only lasted for a moment. The next moment, the light purple eyes returned to their usual coldness, calm and unruffled.

  At this time, perhaps supplemented with some blood containing the fragrance of yuan yang, Feng Li Xi slowly woke up from his coma, opening his dazed eyes.

  "Master!" Blinking his eyes, Feng Ri Xi suddenly realized that he still had the tip of Xue Wu's finger in his mouth, and immediately spat it out with a look of shock and remorse. "Sorry! I..."

  It seems that the sweet liquid she felt in her sleep was actually the fresh blood of Xi Yue Wu. Just thinking about how she had just licked and sucked on her own master's finger like a lollipop, Feng Li Xi couldn't help but want to smash herself to death with a block of tofu. It was truly humiliating...

  But unexpectedly, Xi Yue danced and swayed her sleeves, saying lightly, "It doesn't matter!"

  At this time, the physical pain made Feng Li Xi involuntarily hum a low and mournful sound.

  Seeing this, Xi Yue didn't say much, and still wrapped the stiff Feng Rixi in her arms. Under her stunned gaze, he bent down, his smooth and silky black hair gliding over Feng Rixi's cheek, his slightly parted lips slowly exhaling a thread of sweet and refreshing yuan yang energy.

  That familiar scent of Yu Yang Qing Xiang suddenly filled the air, making her feel so comfortable that she unconsciously widened her misty eyes and relaxed her tense body. The originally unbearable pain also gradually dissipated...

  Unconsciously wanting to take in more and more...

  Driven by the body's eager longing for the original yang energy, he subconsciously reached out to grab the neck of Xiǎo Yuè Wǔ Yún, completely ignoring his slightly stiff body, and forcefully pulled him down... almost greedily sucking in the original yang.