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Chapter 3936

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The smell of blood seeps into the tip of her nose.

The seawater that has rolled up to her feet seems … seems to be dyed a bit red.

Mu Yan's heart shudders. She raises her hand, and Spiritual Power seeps into the water.

The next moment, she sees a cluster of waves rising from the sea, rolling something ashore.

Its body is split into two halves by a sharp blade from the back.

Its face is full of burnt wounds, and its appearance can't be seen clearly.

Its body is tightly curled up, and even after being rolled and curled up like this, it still doesn't loosen up.

Its body was tightly curled up. Even though it was being rolled and curled up, it did not loosen its grip.

The moment they see this Spirit Beast, the faces of the Xiaoyao Sect people change.

The moment they saw the spirit beast, the faces of the people of the Xiao Yao Sect changed.

The moment Mu Yan turns Chi Wen over, her hand uncontrollably trembles.

When Mu Yan reaches out to turn Chi Wen over, her hands can't help but tremble.

The people of the Xiao Yao Sect, who had been the noisiest, were now completely silent.

Only the clueless Little Chick is still tilting its head, making puzzled noises from time to time.

However, as soon as Mu Yan's hand touches Chi Wen,

Chi Wen's body suddenly stiffens.

Poisonous spikes emerge from the bloody surface of its body.

Mu Yan steadies her mood, softens her voice, and puts her hand on his body – ordinary poisons can't hurt her.

"Chi Wen, don't be afraid!" She says softly, "Let me see your injuries."

Its eyelids, swollen from the seawater, lift up with difficulty.

Its pupils are already slack, and it's very strenuous to finally see the figure in front of it.

"Mei … Yan Yan …"

"It's me!" Mu Yan sees that it can still speak, and breathes a sigh of relief, "Don't talk, I'll treat you …"

"That's great …" Chi Wen seems to be unable to hear her. After confirming Mu Yan's identity, its slack pupils reveal a touch of joy.

Then, its curled up body slowly stretches out.

Its abdomen, which is dripping with blood and flesh, is desperately protected.

There's a person lying there.

A person with almost no good flesh on his body.

Even with Mu Yan's calmness and indifference, seeing this scene, her heart still beats wildly.

There's a buzzing sound in her mind, and she almost loses the ability to think.

"Young Master –!!"

The people of the Xiaoyao Sect rush over.

"Young Master, how could this be?!"

"Who hurt Youngest Martial Uncle?!"

Chu Moli's usually gentle face instantly became as gloomy as water.

He clenched his fists on the armrest of the wheelchair.

But the voice that came out of his mouth was still unusually calm. "Let's save them first. Don't get in the way of Junior Sister."

The eyes of Yun Ruohan and the others were already dyed red with anger and regret.

However, when he heard Chu Moli's words, he obediently retreated.

At a time like this, it was useless to get to the bottom of it.

The most important thing now was to save Little Martial Uncle's life.

Muyan takes out the Tian Mo Qin and plucks the strings with her fingers, but there's no way for her to tune the tune.

"Junior Sister." Chu Moli's voice was low and deep, without the slightest fluctuation. He slowly said, "Primordial Spirit dispersing, muscles and bones breaking, nine out of ten chances of survival … If there's anyone in this world who can grasp that slim chance of survival, it's only you, Junior Sister."

Mu Yan closes her eyes.

He suppressed the surging killing intent, fear, and pain in his heart bit by bit.

Why did she lose her composure?

Because as Chu Moli said, others might not be able to see Luo Yunxiao's condition, but as a doctor, she could see it at a glance.

Injuries of all sizes on her body, broken meridians and bones inch by inch, and her soul dispersing.

Any doctor in this world who saw such a patient would only shake their head and sigh: Life and death are decreed by fate, restrain your grief and accept the vicissitudes.

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