"Yes, I have no other way, and of course, I admit, I'm afraid of death, and I'm a selfish person, but I genuinely feel I was wrong," Mu Anxiao said sincerely.
At the same time, Feng Qishi looked at the flower petal stuck in Mu Anxiao's back with a look of shock. "Truly foolish," he said, pushing the door open.
Piao: "Indeed foolish."
Hearing the sound, Mu Anxiao dared not turn around, continuing to face Wan Sha.
Wan Sha then looked at Piao and Feng Qishi, exclaiming in surprise, "How did you get in?"
Piao said nonchalantly, "Your door wasn't bolted, so we just pushed it open." As he spoke, he brushed past Mu Anxiao and walked in front of Wan Sha.
"You..." Wan Sha pondered Piao's words and then said, "Impossible, I bolted the door."
"Perhaps I accidentally dislodged it when I was casting the spell just now," Mu Anxiao said, clutching her back and raising her hand.
Feng Qishi stopped beside Mu Anxiao, then placed his hand on the flower petal and said, "Bear with it."
Mu Anxiao glanced at Feng Qishi, nodding slightly.
Immediately, a blue light emanated from Feng Qishi's palm. The next moment, the flower petal, enveloped by the blue light, dispersed and vanished.
At this moment, Mu Anxiao felt a sense of relief in her back, but because the wound had not yet healed, she was still enduring the pain.
Meanwhile, Feng Qishi inadvertently noticed the beads of sweat on Mu Anxiao's forehead. He then took a step back, carefully glancing at Mu Anxiao's back, and said, "You held on." With that, he pressed down firmly on Mu Anxiao's wound.
Mu Anxiao's eyes widened, and she bit her lip tightly, forcing out a few words, "Are you trying to murder me?"
"I'm saving you," Feng Qishi said, gently patting her back twice. Her wound then healed.
That's right, the wound healed that quickly. Mu Anxiao let out a sigh of relief, suddenly feeling no pain.
At the same time, both Piao and Wan Sha's gazes were fixed on Mu Anxiao and Feng Qishi, who were whispering.
Wan Sha asked, "What are you two doing?"
Feng Qishi hadn't felt awkward at first, but after Wan Sha's question, his expression stiffened. He quickly hid the hand he had just used to cast the spell behind his back and put on an air of nonchalance, "Nothing."
"Nothing? Then what was your hand doing on her back?" Wan Sha asked, stepping forward to pass Piao. Piao reached out and grabbed her arm, startling her. "What are you doing?"
"The method was mine," Piao said, looking down at Wan Sha. "However, I admit, I lied to her."
"What?" Mu Anxiao exclaimed.
Feng Qishi was equally stunned. "Piao, what do you mean by that?" he asked, stepping forward.
Piao turned and glanced at both Mu Anxiao and Feng Qishi. "Besides plucking the petals, there's another way to resolve the memory technique."
"You lied to me again?" Mu Anxiao pointed at herself.
Feng Qishi emphasized, "Us."
Mu Anxiao looked at Feng Qishi and repeated, "You lied to us again."
Piao: "I thought you didn't have the guts. Who knew you actually would."
"You..."
At this moment, Mu Anxiao didn't know what to say.
Before this, she had still thought Piao was a good person. Who knew he was still a liar.
Piao asked, "What do you mean by that single word you uttered?"
Mu Anxiao averted her gaze slightly. "Nothing good. In my eyes, you've always been a liar."
"Since you feel that way, I won't help you anymore. From now on," Piao turned and glanced at Wan Sha, "you'll have to deal with it yourself!"