Mu Anxiao watched the little girl’s innocent and adorable appearance, her heart stirred. "You really believe in my abilities."
The little girl nodded, took a step back, and opened her arms.
"You want me to hold you together?" Mu Anxiao was completely lost in her own world.
The little girl smiled.
Mu Anxiao smiled back. Then, just as she bent down to hug the little girl, Feng Qishi grabbed her arm. "Mu Anxiao, what are you doing?" he asked excitedly, still unable to see the little girl and boy.
Instead, Mu Anxiao completely ignored Feng Qishi's question, looking nervously at the little girl who was about to cry. "Don't cry, I'll take you flying, don't cry." As she spoke, she turned her face, her gaze sharp on Feng Qishi, and uttered stiffly, "Let go."
Feng Qishi said, "You're hallucinating." Then he noticed Mu Anxiao's eyes glowing red.
"Let go," Mu Anxiao insisted.
Feng Qishi remained silent, suddenly realizing the gravity of the situation. After a moment of rapid thought, he recalled the method Jia had mentioned.
Thus, Feng Qishi fixed his gaze on Mu Anxiao's nearly frantic face for a few seconds. He then pulled her towards him, restrained her, and forced her to stand face-to-face with him.
The little girl and boy began to cry.
Mu Anxiao, hearing the sounds behind her, felt the red glow in her eyes intensify, and she began to struggle.
Feng Qishi showed no signs of relenting. "Mu Anxiao, whether this method works or not, don't blame me," he said, taking a deep breath. Before Mu Anxiao could break free from her frenzy, he bent down and kissed her.
The next second.
Mu Anxiao’s eyes widened, and she shoved Feng Qishi's shoulder. Feng Qishi, however, kept his eyes closed, showing no intention of stopping. He wanted to use this method to completely stabilize her emotions.
At that moment, the two children stopped crying.
The red light dissipated, and everything around them returned to tranquility. Mu Anxiao, under this calmness, also quieted down.
Then, Feng Qishi slowly straightened up, looking down at Mu Anxiao's now normal eyes and lips. He smiled, a rare occurrence. "There. You're alright," he said, releasing her.
Mu Anxiao stared blankly at Feng Qishi’s relaxed expression. Feigning ignorance, she asked, "Shen Moyun, what did you do?" As she spoke, she touched her lips.
Feng Qishi, who hadn't felt awkward before, became uncomfortable under her question. "I didn't do anything," he mumbled, his gaze flickering away.
Mu Anxiao's eyes widened. "You still say you didn't do anything? Are you even a man, doing something and not admitting it?" she said, regaining her composure. "Why did you kiss me?"
"I... I didn't mean to," Feng Qishi pursed his lips, suddenly losing the courage to meet Mu Anxiao's gaze.
"Such a casual remark," Mu Anxiao said, suddenly remembering the ridiculous method Jia had thought of not long ago. She touched her lips again, excitedly exclaiming, "I know! You were tracking me!"
Indeed, Feng Qishi had intended to stealthily follow Mu Anxiao to see what she would do. Who knew... this incident would happen.
Thinking that he was lying, there was no point in continuing.
So, he reluctantly admitted, "Yes, I was following you, but if you say I was tracking you, I don't think that's quite appropriate."
"Tracking is tracking, and you still want to..."
"Can you still see them?" Feng Qishi interrupted intentionally, confident that Mu Anxiao would be led astray.
"..." Mu Anxiao paused, indeed led astray. "Who are you talking about?"
"Your actions just now, have you forgotten?" Feng Qishi retorted.
Mu Anxiao blinked, thought about her reaction before Feng Qishi kissed her, and said, "Those two child...ren." As she spoke, she quickly turned around to look... there was nothing there.
Feng Qishi looked down at Mu Anxiao's paused back and asked, "Are they... still here?"
Hearing this, Mu Anxiao pondered for a moment, then turned back to Feng Qishi and asked, "Did you see them?"
"I'm not poisoned, I..." Halfway through his sentence, Feng Qishi suddenly realized he had almost bad-mouthed the charioteer, so he stopped.
Mu Anxiao: "Why did you stop talking?" She wouldn't let it go.
Feng Qishi: "There's nothing to say."
"Nothing to say," Mu Anxiao snorted coldly. "Fine, let's put aside the matter of you tracking me for now. Do you know what it means for me to have become like that?"
"I don't know."
"You don't know..." Mu Anxiao eyed Feng Qishi's clearly averted gaze, nodded, and said, "Keep pretending. This just proves that your charioteer is problematic."
"..." Feng Qishi lowered his head.
Mu Anxiao chuckled lightly. "Just now, I did forget about the ointment, but thanks to you," she said, patting Feng Qishi's shoulder, "you helped me detoxify and reminded me who poisoned me."
"He already said that ointment was given to him by a woman. Besides," Feng Qishi no longer cared about being accused of tracking and said seriously, "Jia also said that the ointment only reacts with immortals and is harmless to humans. He didn't know your identity."
"I know he doesn't know my identity, but he's still strange," Mu Anxiao insisted. She suddenly remembered Feng Qishi's aversion to demon souls and frowned. "You're strange too."
"How am I strange?" Feng Qishi asked, confused.
"You clearly hate demon souls so much, yet you're now harboring one, Shen Moyun," Mu Anxiao took a deep breath. "You are truly contradictory."
"He's not a demon soul," Feng Qishi stated affirmatively.
"Not a demon soul, fine. Then take me to see him. Then," Mu Anxiao's lips curled into a smile, "things will be clear." She spread her hands.
At that moment, Feng Qishi's eyes inadvertently fell upon Mu Anxiao's hands. "..." he frowned.
Following Feng Qishi's gaze, Mu Anxiao looked down at her hands and was stunned. "My injuries... how did they heal?" she asked, looking up at Feng Qishi.
Then, under Mu Anxiao's questioning, Feng Qishi looked down at his own hands and shook his head, saying, "Impossible."
Mu Anxiao looked at Feng Qishi's slightly panicked eyes, then at her own hands, and thought about the spell that had calmed her down. She exclaimed excitedly, "I... I know!" She pointed at Feng Qishi's face.
Feng Qishi frowned slightly. "Know what?"
Mu Anxiao jabbed two fingers towards Feng Qishi's face, then lowered her hand and said, "You still used healing magic."