Fox Spirit: One Sword Sweeps the World

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She deliberately raised an eyebrow, her eyes full of mischief.

"Putting aside whether you care or not, the male demon might not even want to."

"After all, your wounds are deep and numerous, so applying the medicine must be done slowly and carefully. If you're not careful, it will hurt you. Only I have the patience to change the medicine for you carefully."

As she spoke, her thoughts drifted back to the previous two days.

That day, as soon as Sister Cui lifted Mu Qinghan's clothes to check his wounds, her eyes widened the moment she saw the lines of his upper body, and she kept clicking her tongue in amazement.

"My goodness, what a figure! Wow!"

"I've never seen anything like this in all my years of practicing medicine! Wow, look at those shoulders, those abs, and those waist muscles... Holy crap..."

"Sister Cui!"

"Ahem, sorry, sorry, it's just a professional habit, a conditioned reflex. Well... you can apply the medicine for him, I'll go now, remember to let me know if anything seems wrong."

"Well, I see."

She blushed and nodded, watching Sister Cui leave before carefully picking up the medicine bowl and cleaning Mu Qinghan's wounds little by little.

Thinking of this, Tu Shan Ya Ya's cheeks flushed slightly again. She quickly pulled herself out of her thoughts, picked up the medicine bowl next to her, and pretended to be calm.

"Don't just stand there, cooperate with me to change the dressing. If you delay the wound healing, you'll be in big trouble."

I'd like to cooperate with you... but the problem is I can't move...

"Huh? You seem to be unable to move."

"Hehehe, sorry, sorry, I always forget."

"Well... just bear with it, I'm coming..."

Tu Shan Ya Ya gently pinched the edge of the bandage with her fingertips.

She slowly untied the white gauze wrapped around Mu Qinghan's body, carefully checking the healing of the wound with each loosening. Only when the redness and swelling subsided did she quietly breathe a sigh of relief.

After all the bandages were removed, she picked up a neatly folded cotton towel from the side, turned to look at the copper basin on the table, and her brows furrowed slightly.

I was so focused on preparing the ointment that I forgot to get some water.

She subconsciously gathered pale blue demonic power at her fingertips and gently tapped the empty basin. Instead of the expected clear water, a piece of angular ice condensed in the basin, and the cold air spread slightly from the bottom of the basin.

Noticing Mu Qinghan's gaze, Tu Shan Ya Ya, like a child caught red-handed, quickly withdrew her demonic power, her ears drooping slightly, and a silly smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.

"Hehehe, too lazy to run out to get water, I wanted to try using my demonic power to turn some water into water... but it seems that won't work."

As she spoke, she picked up the copper basin and jogged out with light steps, her skirt swaying gently with her movements.

A moment later, she returned with a basin full of clean water.

She placed the copper basin beside the bed, dampened a cotton towel, wrung it out until it was half-dry, and then gently placed it on Mu Qinghan's shoulder.

The cool touch spread along his skin, dispelling the lingering pain from the wound. Mu Qinghan's slightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed, and his tense body also eased.

He was already weak, and now, enveloped in this comfortable coolness, his consciousness gradually became blurred, his eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and he fell asleep again without realizing it.

Tu Shan Ya Ya paused in her wiping motion, and as she looked down, she saw him with his eyes closed.

Long eyelashes cast faint shadows under her eyes, and although her face was still pale, she looked more alive than when she was unconscious.

She couldn't help but curl the corners of her lips into a helpless smile.

"Really..."

But as she laughed, her cheeks suddenly flushed, and even the tips of her ears became hot.

She glanced out the window, then looked down at the sleeping Mu Qinghan, and her heart suddenly began to race.

She took a deep breath, carefully leaned down, and gently touched his forehead with her soft lips, like a feather falling, fleeting and ephemeral.

After doing this, she straightened up like a startled rabbit, clutching the hem of her clothes tightly with both hands, and even her breathing became shallow.

"Get well soon, Mu Bingkuai..."

She leaned close to his ear and whispered softly, her voice gentle and sweet, characteristic of a young girl.

"You still owe me a present... you big idiot."

After saying that, she picked up the cotton towel again and continued to gently wipe his arm, but this time, her movements were even gentler than before, and her eyes were so tender they could melt your heart.

The only one who could make her act this way is him.

Chapter 78 Care

"Ice blocks..."

"Ice blocks..."

"Wake up..."

Mu Qinghan's eyelashes trembled, and she slowly lifted her heavy eyelids.

The first thing that caught my eye was Tu Shan Ya Ya's face, which was so close to mine.

Her bangs were a little messy, but when she saw him finally open his eyes, Ya Ya's slightly furrowed brows instantly relaxed, and even her voice became a little lighter.

"You're finally awake!"

Mu Qinghan tried to move his arm, and the stiffness in his fingertips made him frown.

My body still can't move freely.

However, he subconsciously turned his neck and found that his head could now move flexibly, no longer as heavy and immobile as before.

His throat was so dry and painful that he cleared his throat before managing to utter a hoarse sound.

"How long...did I sleep?"

"Huh? You can talk now!"

Ya Ya's eyes widened instantly, then curved into beautiful crescents, her tone full of joy.

As she spoke, her fingers naturally reached out and gently pinched Mu Qinghan's cheek.

The boy did not resist, but simply looked at her quietly. His dark eyes were calm, but they also lacked the usual aloofness.

This subtle reaction delighted Ya Ya, and she couldn't help but gently rub his cheek with her fingertips before remembering her business.

"You slept for a full six hours."

“I was afraid you would go hungry, so I would feed you a couple of mouthfuls of warm rice porridge every now and then, but you would only swallow about half a bowl and didn’t eat anything else.”

She paused, her gaze falling on his slightly pale lips, and said with certainty, "You must be starving by now, right?"

I did feel a slight emptiness in my stomach, as if a tiny hand was gently scratching at it.

He looked up and nodded gently at Ya Ya. "Yes, I'm hungry."

Just as Mu Qinghan was about to express her gratitude, before the words could even be uttered, the light in front of her was suddenly enveloped in a shadow.

Tu Shan Ya Ya approached him at some point, leaning forward slightly and looking down at him with her head down. Her dark hair fell down with the movement, gently brushing against his cheek, carrying a faint scent of peach blossoms.

The next second, the girl's eyes widened, her small nose wrinkled slightly, and her originally gentle features instantly turned into a bit of "fierceness".

Even the corners of his mouth were slightly parted, revealing two sharp little tiger teeth, giving him a fierce look.

Looking at her like this, Mu Qinghan had a hint of doubt in his eyes, but his voice was still hoarse.

"What's wrong? Why that look?"

"You...you must have forgotten something, right?"

Tu Shan Ya Ya's voice carried a hint of grievance and reproach. She was clearly trying to act fierce, but her tone softened unconsciously at the end, as if she were coquettishly pleading with him.

Mu Qinghan was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening, and her eyes softened.

"Hmm... I didn't have time to prepare. I just woke up and the first thing I saw was you."

"Hmph! You do know that!"

Upon hearing this, Tu Shan Ya Ya's expression softened, but her tone still carried a hint of dissatisfaction as she gently poked his chest with her fingertip.

"Don't take such risks again next time, understand?"

Mu Qinghan responded softly, but his gaze gradually hardened. "I will not go back until I am strong enough."

Tu Shan Ya Ya blinked, then realized what she meant, and her voice instantly rose a few decibels.

"You actually want to go back? You...do you know how dangerous those extraterrestrial creatures are?"

"I must completely eradicate those monsters."

Mu Qinghan interrupted her, his dark eyes showing no sign of wavering.

He must kill that disgusting thing with his own hands, he absolutely must!

Seeing his serious expression, Tu Shan Ya Ya's angry face paused slightly, her brows furrowed gently, and her lips pouted.

But in the end, she didn't argue anymore—she knew this guy too well; once he made up his mind about something, he would never turn back.

After a moment, she gave a heavy "humph," her tone carrying a hint of helplessness and a touch of compromise.

"Hmph! I'm not going to bother with you anymore, it's no use talking to you! Aren't you hungry?"

"I'll go get the warm porridge and feed you something."

With that, she straightened up, turned around, and walked outside.

Mu Qinghan's gaze followed Tu Shan Yaya's retreating figure, watching the dappled light and shadows rippled as her skirt swept across the warm lamp on the corner of the table.

My heart... felt as if it had been soaked in warm water, a gentle warmth quietly spreading through it.

Only after the figure disappeared outside the door did he slowly withdraw his gaze, turning to look at the ceiling above his head, his eyes gradually becoming vacant as he fell into deep thought.

The final moments…

Someone must have saved him.

Although the sword wounded her, it was impossible for it to render her unable to move.

Someone must have stopped her, or even... forced her to back down.

Could it be that such a powerful being was hidden away?

Mu Qinghan's fingertips twitched slightly, her heart filled with doubt.