HBWnovel Chapter 181 She always asks for 17
Chapter 181 She always asks for 17
The four of them prepared to leave the secret realm.
Song Xianyin felt increasingly tired as she walked.
Is this secret realm poisonous? Otherwise, why would someone as strong as her get tired after walking for so long?
Mu Silan was even more exaggerated; his forehead was covered in sweat, and his lips were starting to turn white.
"Aren't we there yet? I feel like we've been walking for ages," Song Xianyin said, panting.
When Mu Silan saw Song Xianyin speak, he quickly chimed in, "I also remember that we've been walking for a long time."
He had been feeling tired for a long time, but he kept quiet to save face.
Finally, someone spoke up.
The Soul-Devouring Blood Raven, which had been flying around them, was now perched motionless on Song Xianyin's head.
The Blood Raven's eyes started to glaze over; it was exhausted!
Wen Chuyan frowned deeply, looking at the scene before him, feeling a sense of déjà vu.
Wen Chuyan and the others were looking for something amiss, but Song Xianyin couldn't understand it and sat idly by, plucking crow feathers.
She mischievously drew on the ground with a twig, when suddenly she sensed something was wrong.
"Wen Chuyan, you're in for a world of trouble!" Song Xianyin exclaimed in surprise.
The Blood Raven on her head fell to the ground because of her movement.
Mu Silan's expression grew increasingly grim. What kind of hellish place was this?
They were supposed to belong to the Heavenly Sword Sect, so how come even their own people are trapped?
"You stay here and behave yourself. We don't have time to play with you right now," Mu Silan said with a serious expression.
Song Xianyin: ...
She asked, "But I wasn't talking to him; I was talking to Wen Chuyan."
Wen Chuyan's expression was also somewhat solemn. He sat down next to Song Xianyin and said softly, "Miss Song, could you help me see if there's any way to break this?"
Mu Silan rolled her eyes from a short distance away. What kind of time is this to still be playing along with her antics?
Song Xianyin drew on the ground, and the Soul-Devouring Blood Raven lay on the ground watching her draw, its eyelids drooping constantly.
What kind of nonsense is this? It's making me even sleepier.
Wen Chuyan was almost finding the way out of the Netherworld Valley when Song Xianyin ran to his side and said, "Wen Chuyan, as long as you don't walk in the front, you won't be unlucky."
She didn't know the underlying principle, but the calculation showed this to be the case.
Wen Chuyan nodded seriously: "Thank you, Miss Song. I won't be walking in front from now on."
There might be some trap ahead aimed at him, just like that heavenly tribulation.
They didn't rest where they were and immediately continued on their way.
Mu Silan walked at the front with disdain. He was just a charlatan who spent all his time pretending to be a god, but he had no real cultivation. He might actually be able to make a living by swindling people in the future.
"Fellow Daoist Mu, we're walking together. What if something happens?" Song Xianyin kindly reminded him.
Mu Silan snorted coldly: "What could possibly happen to me? Let's see who dares to touch me."
The other three people: ...
Jiang Wange lowered her eyes. It was just right that he was far away from her; she didn't want to get close to him anyway.
As Mu Silan walked, she suddenly felt a pain in the back of her hand.
He frowned, raised his hand to look at it, and saw a small scratch on the back of his hand.
Wen Chuyan noticed it immediately: "Fellow Daoist Mu, are you injured?"
Mu Silan scoffed, "What kind of injury is this? It's just an itch from being tickled by a leaf."
Song Xianyin's lips twitched; she was truly exasperated with Mu Silan.
The next second, Mu Silan fell straight to the ground.
The three of them surrounded Mu Silan and fell completely silent.
“If nothing unexpected happens, Fellow Daoist Mu is now trapped in a nightmare.” Wen Chuyan looked at the wound on his hand, his brows furrowed tightly.
"I'll force the toxins out first. I'd appreciate it if Fellow Daoist Jiang could keep an eye on Fellow Daoist Mu's condition."
Jiang Wange was silent for a moment, then nodded.
Wen Chuyan sat next to Mu Silan, quietly casting a spell.
Mu Silan's face grew increasingly pale, eventually turning purple.
Wen Chuyan's forehead was covered in a thin layer of sweat, and he began to have difficulty breathing.
Jiang Wange watched this scene casually, though she really wanted to say that it was okay not to save them.
Anyway, Mu Silan isn't a good person either.
"Don't be sad, Fellow Daoist Jiang. Wen Chuyan is very powerful. He will definitely be able to wake Fellow Daoist Mu up." Song Xianyin saw that she had her head down and thought she was sad.
Although they often argue, you can tell they have a very close relationship.
Jiang Wange's shoulders trembled, and Song Xianyin didn't know how to comfort her, so she could only gently pat her shoulder.
The Soul-Devouring Blood Raven observed this scene and, mimicking Song Xianyin, patted Jiang Wange's face with its wing.
"Are you out of your mind? Why did you slap someone's face?" Song Xianyin grabbed the Soul-Devouring Blood Raven and pulled it into her arms.
That stinky crow! Jiang Wange is already so upset, and it's still causing trouble.
The Blood Raven was so angry that it almost wanted to bite Song Xianyin. It was always the crow that was wronged!
Jiang Wange smiled at Song Xianyin: "Thank you, Miss Song."
"Wange...Wange..." Mu Silan murmured, his face covered with tears, his body trembling from the cold.
He was as vulnerable as a child: "I'm sorry..."
Song Xianyin watched this scene intently, repeatedly apologizing even in her nightmare, lamenting how utterly despicable she had been.
Jiang Wange watched this scene coldly. If he weren't still useful, she would have loved to stab him to death.
Song Xianyin squatted down beside him, holding the Soul-Devouring Blood Raven. She looked at Wen Chuyan and then at Jiang Wange.
Wen Chuyan sensed the killing intent and suddenly opened his eyes. He was stunned when he saw the familiar scene in front of him.
There was no one else around, so why was there such a strong killing intent all of a sudden?
"Miss Song, please come closer to me."
Seeing Song Xianyin beside him, Wen Chuyan closed his eyes with relief.
He was afraid that if she was too far away from him, he wouldn't be able to protect her in time if she were attacked.
The process of forcing the poison out was extremely long. Mu Silan alternated between laughing and crying, which frightened Song Xianyin.
"Wange, we'll be together forever." Mu Silan's face was beaming with happiness, and his voice was incredibly sweet.
Wen Chuyan opened his eyes wearily and said helplessly, "Fellow Daoist Mu simply can't poop."
He had already entered his dream, but he couldn't pull himself out.
Wen Chuyan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and closed his eyes again.
Song Xianyin was also getting anxious. Had Mu Silan gone mad? Why wasn't he coming out?
She tentatively looked at Jiang Wange: "Fellow Daoist Jiang, why don't you say a few words to him and provoke him a little?"
Otherwise, Mu Silan might never wake up. Wen Chuyan has such a strong sense of morality, how would they leave?
Jiang Wange nodded quietly, then whispered in his ear.
Her voice was calm yet resolute: "Mu Silan, stop daydreaming. I will never be with you."
"Pfft—" Wen Chuyan was pushed to the ground by a huge force and spat out a mouthful of blood.