Mu Anxiao continued to rub his forehead, saying, "Why is this guy hitting so hard? It hurts so much."
"Hurry up and go. I have a bad feeling too," Suo said.
Mu Anxiao glanced at Suo, who was no longer glowing green, hesitated, then stepped forward to the door and peeked out at Shen Yan, who was standing by the desk. "Shen Yan, something has happened."
"I heard," Shen Yan said, casually placing the book in her hand into her embrace, then conjuring a fake one onto the desk with her palm open. She turned and left the study, then conjured a fake lock to secure the door.
"Let's go," Mu Anxiao said, standing beside Shen Yan.
Shen Yan nodded, turned her head to look at the dark energy on Mu Anxiao's forehead, and left quickly with her without speaking.
Over by the woodshed, the woman with white clothes and flowing hair did not make any rash moves, instead hiding on the roof.
In the woodshed, disciple number one bent over and placed the tray in front of the fake Mu Anxiao, saying, "Please eat."
The fake Mu Anxiao said nothing, but glanced at him and said, "No need, take it away."
"This?" Disciple number one looked at the tray, hesitating. "The rules of the cultivation sect are that food must be finished. If it's not finished..."
"You eat it," the fake Mu Anxiao spat out the two words coldly.
Disciple number one chuckled dryly, "But I'm not hungry right now."
"Eat," the fake Mu Anxiao pointed at the food on the tray.
"But..."
"What but, eat it quickly," the fake Mu Anxiao said domineeringly.
Disciple number one grumbled with increasing difficulty, "You were the one who wanted to eat, and now you don't, aren't you making things difficult for me? Now you're asking me to eat, you..."
However, the fake Mu Anxiao didn't listen at all, leaning against the wooden post and leisurely closing his eyes.
Disciple number one was speechless.
"Cough, cough, cough..."
Hearing the sound, disciple number one seemed to find hope. He turned to look at the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy behind him who had made a sound, leaned in and asked, "Have you eaten?"
The fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy touched his forehead and sat up with a dazed expression, saying, "Senior Brother, I haven't eaten."
Upon hearing that the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy hadn't eaten, disciple number one quickly bent over, picked up the tray, and hurried to the boy, smiling mischievously. "Here, have some food." As he spoke, he bent down and placed the tray.
"Okay," the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy reluctantly agreed, picked up his chopsticks, "I'll eat."
"Eat," disciple number one nodded with a smile.
The fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy scanned the mushy vegetables on the plate and the uncooked rice in the bowl. He gave a dry laugh, picked up a leaf, and as soon as he put it into his mouth, his eyes widened.
Seeing the boy's expression, disciple number one asked, "Is it not tasty?"
The fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, still afraid of offending his senior brother, forced a smile and shook his head.
"If it's tasty, then eat it all."
"Mm," the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy agreed and began to eat ravenously, pretending to wolf it down.
In a short while, the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy finished the entire plate.
At the same time, Mu Anxiao stopped at the doorway.
"It's nearby," Shen Yan glanced at Mu Anxiao.
Mu Anxiao said nervously in her heart, "That disciple is inside, how can I get in?"
"Just go in," Shen Yan said.
Mu Anxiao's mouth twitched, and he looked up at Shen Yan, "Big Brother, if I go in directly, won't I be exposed?"
"Go ahead," Shen Yan took a step back, pushed Mu Anxiao's back, and then snapped his fingers lightly with his other hand.
In the woodshed, the fake Mu Anxiao's eyes suddenly snapped open. He looked at disciple number one and the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy who were smiling at each other and said, "You two sleep for a while." As he stood up and flashed past them like a phantom, the two of them collapsed to the ground, unconscious.