Chi Wen looks at her departing back, then looks at Luo Yunxiao's pale complexion as he tries to restrain his trembling hands after she turns around.
Suddenly, she steels her heart and shouts: "Mei Yanyan, Master is injured, seriously injured, please save him!"
"Chi Wen!" Luo Yunxiao's voice is startled and angry.
But it's already too late for him to circulate his Spiritual Power to cover up his body's abnormality.
Muyan suddenly turns around, and Luo Yunxiao's deathly pale complexion and purple lips come into view.
She rushes to Luo Yunxiao in two or three steps, grabs his wrist, and probes it with Spiritual Power.
Muyan's complexion abruptly changes as soon as she checks his pulse, "How can there be so many injuries?"
Yes, there are so many injuries, not so serious.
Luo Yunxiao's body is full of injuries, big and small, whether it's the skin, the internal organs, the meridians, or even the bones.
His whole body is almost riddled with holes and scars.
These injuries aren't fatal, and won't damage his cultivation.
But there's a sinister power attached to the wounds, making it impossible for them to heal, and he's in so much pain that he wants to die.
That kind of pain isn't something an ordinary person can endure.
It's like his whole body is being cut by knives and needles at every moment, and being bitten by thousands of ants.
An ordinary person would have already fainted and died even if they could only endure it for a moment.
But Little Martial Uncle can still sit like this, and can even disguise himself, not letting her see that he's injured?
Muyan is startled and angry, and her voice suddenly rises a bit, "Little Martial Uncle, who is it that used such a vicious method to torture you?!"
Luo Yunxiao lowers her eyes, and expressionlessly withdraws her hand, "Even if you don't pay attention to these injuries, they can be healed in three months at most. Now that you've seen them, why don't you go back? "
"Three months at most?" Muyan is usually a calm and collected person, but at this time, she's also infuriated by Luo Yunxiao's indifferent attitude, "For three whole months, you're suffering from the pain of being cut into pieces, and you're saying that you don't care?!"
Luo Yunxiao stares blankly, and finally raises his head to meet her eyes.
The girl's perpetually languid peach blossom eyes have a rare flash of anger.
And this anger is for him.
At that moment, his throat became hoarse. The cold words that he wanted to blurt out could no longer be said.
At this time, Muyan has already restrained her emotions. Looking straight into his eyes, she slowly says: "Young Martial Uncle, your body is your own. Even if no one else cared, you had to care. Because if you take yourself seriously and abandon your seven emotions and six desires, then no one in this world will truly care about you. "
Something surged in Luo Yunxiao's eyes, as if it was about to overflow.
But in an instant, he concealed all these emotions.
The hands hanging by his side slowly clenched and loosened, and he said hoarsely, "Alright, you can treat me. But the treatment plan here might not be effective for me. "
He raised his head, and his usually cold voice unconsciously carried a trace of gentleness. "You also have to promise me that if you really can't cure it, you can't force it."
Muyan's face immediately blooms with a brilliant smile, "Junior Martial Uncle, rest assured, even if I can't cure you as soon as possible, I will definitely think of a way to alleviate your pain. By the way, Little Martial Uncle, can I tell my fellow disciples about your situation? They are also very worried about you. "
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