Chapter 1340
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Qi Huang thought about it and said in a daze, "I didn't know that people are like this."
They were lively, full of bitterness and sweetness, selfish and greedy, but also … colorful.
In the past, he had always thought that being human was an original sin.
All the humans in the world, he wished for nothing more than to kill all of them.
But he didn't know when it started.
As he spent more time with Mu Yan, the hatred and disgust in his heart slowly faded.
He clearly did not understand what loneliness was, but after just one day, he actually felt a sense of melancholy at the thought of returning to that quiet space.
Qi Huang's expression stiffened, and a faint trace of fear and confusion flashed across his eyes.
In the next moment, his face suddenly turned pale. His body swayed, and he fell straight down.
"Qi Huang!" Mu Yan rushes over and supports him, "Qi Huang, what's wrong?"
However, the face of the youth in her arms was deathly pale. His long eyelashes drooped, and he had completely fainted.
Mu Yan's heart clenches tightly.
Suddenly, he heard Qi Huang's flustered and exasperated voice, "Ah ah ah, why is this kid's body so weak? It's only been a few hours and you can't hold on anymore. Weakling weakling weakling!! "
Muyan stares blankly for a moment before immediately reacting. She grasps Su Ziyi's wrist.
Sure enough, he found that Su Ziyi's body had become much weaker, and his heart and lungs had relapsed.
His lips and nails were cyanotic.
Mu Yan had no time to reprimand Qihuang for not caring about Su Ziyi's life and death. She quickly took out her silver needles and pierced them into the acupoints around the heart meridian one by one.
Then, he takes out the Tian Mo Qin and plucks the strings.
Different from the previous zither sounds, the zither sounds this time were deep and solemn, compassionate and holy.
It was like the sound of Sanskrit.
However, Seven Brilliance's expression changed.
Because Mu Yan was using the Shen Musician's [Benevolence of the Saints].
The so-called benevolence of a Saint was to transfer the Qi of Heaven and Earth and one's own Qi to a dying person.
After Mu Yan mastered this skill, she had only used it twice.
The first time was when he pulled the dying Bai Yichen back from the gates of hell.
The second time was when he used the Heavenly Body Tier to save the heavily injured Yan Haotian.
This was because the Benevolence Technique of the Saint consumed too much of her body.
Moreover, if they were not careful, they might cause irreparable damage.
But at this moment, Mu Yan actually used the [Saint's Benevolence Technique] for the sake of this kid she met by chance?
"Jun Muyan, are you a fool? It's fine if it's for Bai Yichen and Yan Haotian, but who is this kid? Is he worthy of you using the Benevolence Saint Technique? "
Muyan doesn't answer. Instead, she plays the Tian Mo Qin with an expressionless face.
As the life force continued to flow into Su Ziyi's body, his pale face gradually turned red.
On the other hand, Muyan's complexion turns pale little by little, fine beads of sweat seeping out of her forehead.
She slowly stopped playing and wiped the sweat off her forehead.
"Qihuang, I don't care how much you hate humans, or how much you don't care about the lives and deaths of humans, but you can't do anything to me. But I hope that your hands will not be stained with any lives or blood. "
"Only then will I be able to release you from that narrow cage one day and let you walk openly under the sun."
"Qihuang, do you believe that I can do it?"
Qihuang stares blankly, his eyes suddenly widening.
There's a roar in his ears, as if there's only one sentence left, "Qihuang, do you believe that I can do it?"
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