"Ouch, it hurts, it hurts."
In the courtyard, Mu Anxiao squatted by the well, washing her face, listening to Lin Yan's incessant cries, feeling a surge of irritation.
At the same time, Fengqishi strolled to Mu Anxiao's side, looking down at the arm with the bleeding scratch, and said faintly, "He scratched your arm."
"I know." Mu Anxiao lowered her sleeve to cover the wound.
Fengqishi smiled, "You're amazing, fighting that kind of scoundrel."
"Who told him I'm a jinx." Mu Anxiao stood up.
As soon as Mu Anxiao stood up, Fengqishi reached out and took her arm, saying, "I'll put medicine on it for you."
"I'm not as delicate as him." Mu Anxiao tugged her arm away.
Fengqishi said, "It's not that I'm like you and him. I'm just worried this wound will affect your spellcasting later."
Previously, Mu Anxiao had always cast spells while injured. She had never heard that a wound could affect spellcasting. Hearing Fengqishi say this now, she found it quite strange.
She asked, "Why didn't it affect me before?"
Fengqishi smiled, "I made that up."
Upon hearing this, Mu Anxiao let her face fall, "Boring."
"Come here." Fengqishi said as he rolled up Mu Anxiao's sleeve. After ensuring no one was around, he cast a spell on Mu Anxiao's wound.
The next second, Mu Anxiao's wound healed.
Seeing this, Mu Anxiao's eyes widened, "What are you doing?"
"Healing you," Fengqishi said, letting go of Mu Anxiao's arm unceremoniously.
Mu Anxiao, "My arm is better. Later... if that guy talks, I won't have any evidence."
At first, Fengqishi thought Mu Anxiao was just stubbornly strong. But hearing her now, he understood. This girl clearly wanted to show the wound to Lin Yan to shut him up.
Fengqishi was speechless.
"..."
Mu Anxiao touched her arm and said, "Forget it. You were concerned about me, so I won't scold you."
"I can help..."
"Don't even think about it. Let that guy hurt for a bit longer."
"After a few days, he'll lose his job," Fengqishi reminded her.
Clearly, Mu Anxiao was not concerned about Lin Yan being fired or finding new employment. She just wanted to quickly resolve the issues with Wansha and Axia, and then figure out how to deal with those fifty people.
Everything else had nothing to do with her.
"What does that have to do with me," Mu Anxiao said, turning and walking towards the dilapidated temple.
Fengqishi saw Mu Anxiao's intention and sighed softly. He followed Mu Anxiao, speechless.
Returning to the dilapidated temple, Lin Yan's cries were even louder.
Mu Anxiao was already annoyed by his voice, and with him crying like this again, she could no longer tolerate it.
"Lin Yan, have you had enough?" she stopped and shouted.
When Lin Yan heard this, his body stiffened, and he fell silent.
Fengqishi did not dare to speak. He turned to look at Zeng, who had returned with breakfast with Tongchen, and cleared his throat.
Zeng said, "She's really angry."
Ever since Lin Yan was injured and lying in bed groaning, Mu Anxiao had been gently telling him to be quiet.
Who knew that Lin Yan wouldn't fall for Mu Anxiao's gentle approach at all? As soon as Mu Anxiao spoke, he started again.
Now, he had successfully enraged Mu Anxiao.
The next moment, Mu Anxiao walked to Lin Yan's bedside and said, "If you cry one more word, I'll make you mute."
Lin Yan sealed his lips.
Fengqishi sighed.
Zeng turned away and chuckled.