Chapter 229

Actually, regarding this matter, to say "risking his life" was not that exaggerated.

Lu Xingzhou knew that this was an overload for him, but he still felt that with the cooperation of the Shadow Moon Sect's four-corner formation, he could at least hold on. He only played a central role in the flow, and he never thought this could cost him his life.

The final injuries were not light; any soul damage and mental exhaustion were considered very serious things. He was still lying on the bed, not even having the strength to move a finger. But they weren't that heavy either; at least they didn't require medicine of the level of the Jade Pool Creation Pill to treat.

With the Jade Pool Creation Pill, it might even be beneficial for the upcoming third-rank breakthrough...

In fact, there was no time to think about such things on the spot; it was nothing more than "She is fighting, what can I help with?" He thought of it and did it, that was all.

He didn't even think about asking for any "rewards" for this... even if he really asked for it afterward, it would just be his usual teasing.

Lu Xingzhou never even thought that this Master would actually take the initiative to kiss him. What was she thinking at that moment?

In any case, after this kiss, when he looked at her again, his mood had changed.

At this time, she was sitting on the edge of the bed, her fragrance within reach, her waist within reach; he always felt that if he hugged her, she wouldn't refuse.

Unfortunately, he had no strength in his hands and couldn't move at all.

Moonlight spilled through the window lattice onto the edge of the bed, reflecting her profile. Her appearance while meditating with her eyes closed 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 two.

Another thing that wouldn't be mistaken was that the sisters' bust sizes were two extremes. Yuan Muyu had at most a small curve, a stinky flat-chested little demoness. He didn't know if all the nutrition in this place was snatched by the older sister...

He thought a bit too much, his spirit couldn't take it, and waves of needle-like pain came from his sea of consciousness. Lu Xingzhou subconsciously let out a muffled groan.

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

"Nothing." Lu Xingzhou smiled weakly: "There's a needle-pricking sensation in the sea of consciousness, it should be a normal aftereffect."

Somehow, his weak and broken appearance made Ye Tinglan feel that his aesthetic appeal was exploding, and her protective desire was exploding. She unprovokedly remembered the earlier years when he sat brokenly in a wheelchair, with residual poison and organ lesions he had carried since childhood. Was he even more of a sickly beauty then?

Coughing a few more times would make it even more like that.

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

The thought flashed through her mind, but her mouth was scolding: "What normal aftereffect, as if you know a lot! You are a patient, and you're diagnosing yourself?"

"... am an alchemist."

"You know squat about mental trauma, be honest." Ye Tinglan reached out, placed the back of her hand on his forehead to feel for a moment, and let out a breath: "Hmm, indeed the problem is not big, rest more, think less."

Lu Xingzhou squinted at her.

Ye Tinglan couldn't hold her face: "What's the matter, do you think you can be a master now?"

"No." Lu Xingzhou held it in and held it in, but still said it: "You just used foul language."

"I can't use foul language, only your King of Hell is allowed to say it, is that it?"

Lu Xingzhou: "..."

What is all this?

Ye Tinglan knew she had lost her composure, took several deep breaths to calm her mood, and softened her voice: "Close your eyes and rest, empty your mind. If I let you know again that you are thinking about some little schemes to take advantage of me, see how I beat you."

Lu Xingzhou: "..."

So the stinging pain just now was because he thought about bust size? So she scolded him?

But how did you know what I was thinking?

Lu Xingzhou said cautiously: "Master..."

"What?"

"I feel the medicinal power nourishing my soul, but I can't guide or use it, unlike using medicine in the body where I can guide the absorption of medicinal power myself."

"That's natural, you haven't opened up soul cultivation yet."

"Then is there any way to help guide the absorption? I don't want to lie down all the time."

Actually, Ye Tinglan really wanted him to lie down all the time; he was so obedient at times like this... once he could move, who knew what kind of trouble he would stir up again.

But seeing his pitiful appearance, Ye Tinglan finally softened her heart and said in a low voice: "You lie down and don't move, I... I will help you."

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

This posture was almost no different from the secret kiss just now... foreheads against each other, nose tips touching, both could feel each other's hot breath, numb and itchy, and their lips only needed to pucker to touch.

"Put away your wild thoughts." Ye Tinglan's own voice was trembling, but she still managed to maintain a cold tone: "Close your eyes, calm your mind."

Lu Xingzhou closed his eyes.

Soon he felt their souls connecting, as if a goddess from the nine heavens had drifted into his sea of consciousness, dancing gracefully.

The medicinal power followed her guidance, sinking into the soul sea bit by bit, comfortable and pleasant, and he felt sleepy and muddled.

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

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

Ye Tinglan stiffened all over, her soul retreated from Lu Xingzhou's sea of consciousness like a tide, and she was about to scold him angrily. But she saw that Lu Xingzhou was actually half-asleep and half-awake, muddledly saying: "Don't go..."

There was still some cold sweat on his temples, and his weak and uncomfortable appearance made Ye Tinglan's heart soften again, and the angry scolding turned into soft comfort: "Alright, alright, I won't go."

In fact, what Lu Xingzhou was instinctively saying was for the "goddess" in his sea of consciousness not to retreat, but in reality, it was holding the Master and not letting her go.

Ye Tinglan sighed gently, let him hold her, and remained motionless for a long time.