Chapter 256: He Was Most Cute When Weak

Actually, this matter, if one truly says "not even valuing one's life," is not that exaggerated.

Lu Xingzhou knew this matter was an overload for himself, but still felt that with the coordination of the Four Directions Array of the Yingyue Sect, he could at least hold on; he only played a role of central circulation, and never thought this could even cost his life.

The injuries finally sustained, to say they were light is not light; any injury to the divine soul and mental exhaustion counts as a very serious matter, and to this day he lies in bed without even the strength to move a finger; but to say they were heavy is not that heavy, at least not requiring a pill of the level of the Jade Pool Creation Pill to treat.

Using the Jade Pool Creation Pill, perhaps it might even have some benefit for the upcoming third-grade breakthrough...

In fact, in the heat of the moment, there was simply no mind to think of so much nonsense; it was nothing but "she is fighting, what can I help with," thinking of it and doing it, that was all.

Nor did he ever think to ask for any "reward" for this... even if he truly did ask afterwards, that would just be his usual teasing.

Lu Xingzhou never thought that this Mr. would actually take the initiative to kiss him; what was she thinking at that moment?

Anyway, after this kiss, looking at her again, his mood had changed.

At this moment, she sat cross-legged on the bed's edge, the clear fragrance close at hand, her waist within reach; he felt that if he embraced her, she would not refuse.

Unfortunately, his hands were weak, unable to move a bit.

Moonlight spilled through the window lattice onto the bedside, illuminating her profile; her appearance with eyes closed in meditation was tranquil and noble, like a perfect jade Guanyin.

To say she looked like Yuan Muyu, at least in terms of temperament, the difference was too obvious; no one would mistake the person.

Another thing one would not mistake is that the sisters' busts were two extremes; Yuan Muyu's had at most a small curve, that stinky flat-chested little demon girl. I wonder if all the nutrition in this place was snatched by the older sister...

He thought a bit too much; his spirit could not take it, and a needle-prick pain still came in waves within his sea of consciousness. Lu Xingzhou instinctively let out a muffled groan.

Ye Tinglan immediately opened her eyes, her voice unconsciously anxious: "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Lu Xingzhou smiled weakly: "There is a needle-prick sensation in the sea of consciousness; it should be a normal aftereffect."

For some reason, his weak and broken appearance made Ye Tinglan feel an explosion of aesthetic beauty and an explosion of protectiveness. She inexplicably recalled earlier years, when he sat brokenly in a wheelchair, his body still carrying residual poison from childhood and lesions in his five viscera; was he even more vividly a sickly beauty back then?

If he coughed a few more times, it would look even more like the real thing.

He was definitely much cuter than the way he had been these days, jumping around and teasing people; back then, Yuan Muyu ate really well.

The thought flashed through her mind, but her mouth was scolding: "What normal aftereffect? You act as if you know so much! You are the patient, diagnosing yourself now?"

"... I am a alchemist."

"You understand nothing about injuries to the spirit; be honest." Ye Tinglan reached out, pressing the back of her hand against his forehead to feel for a moment, then sighed: "Hmm, indeed, no big problem; rest more, think less."

Lu Xingzhou glanced at her sideways.

Ye Tinglan could not hold her face: "What, do you think you are ready to graduate?"

"No." Lu Xingzhou held it back again and again, but still said it out: "You just swore."

"I cannot swear? Only your family's Yan Jun is allowed to say it?"

Lu Xingzhou: "..."

What is all this and that?

Ye Tinglan knew she had lost her composure; she took several deep breaths before calming her mood, her voice slowing: "Close your eyes and rest, empty your thoughts. If I find out again that you are turning some little schemes to eat tofu in your heart, just wait to see how I beat you."

Lu Xingzhou: "..."

So the sharp pain just now was because I thought about bust sizes? So she swore?

But how do you know what I was thinking?

Lu Xingzhou said cautiously: "Mr...."

"What?"

"I feel the medicinal power nourishing my divine soul, but I cannot guide and use it; it is not like using medicine within the body where one can guide and absorb the medicinal power oneself."

"That is natural; you have not yet opened the cultivation of the divine soul."

"Then is there any way to help guide the absorption? I do not want to keep lying here."

Actually, Ye Tinglan really wanted him to keep lying here; how obedient he was at times like this... once he could move, who knew what mischief he would start again.

But seeing his pitiful look, Ye Tinglan's heart finally softened; she said in a low voice: "Lie still, do not move; I... I will help you."

After a pause, she leaned down gently, pressing her forehead against his forehead.

This posture was almost no different from the stolen kiss just now... foreheads facing each other, noses touching, both able to feel the other's hot breath, numb and itchy; the lips only needed to pout to touch.

"Stop your wild thoughts." Ye Tinglan's own voice was trembling, yet she still forced herself to maintain a cold tone: "Close your eyes, settle your spirit."

Lu Xingzhou closed his eyes.

Soon he felt the divine souls connect, as if a heavenly goddess from the nine heavens had floated into his sea of consciousness, dancing gracefully.

The medicinal power, following her guidance, seeped drop by drop into the sea of souls, comfortable and pleasant, yet making him drowsy and confused.

He felt as if his strength had recovered a little; his hands seemed able to move.

So, almost instinctively, he reached out and wrapped his arms around the waist above him.

Ye Tinglan stiffened all over; her divine soul withdrew from Lu Xingzhou's sea of consciousness like a tide, about to scold angrily. But she saw that Lu Xingzhou was actually half-asleep, half-awake, murmuring confusedly: "Don't go..."

There was still some cold sweat at his temples; his weak and uncomfortable appearance made Ye Tinglan's heart soften again; her angry scolding turned into a soft comfort: "Okay, okay, I won't go."

In reality, what Lu Xingzhou was instinctively saying was for the "goddess" in his sea of consciousness not to withdraw, but the feedback in reality was him hugging Mr. and asking her not to leave.

Ye Tinglan sighed softly, letting him hold her, motionless for a long time.