Martial Arts: The Secret Villain Starting from Huashan

"Oh my god, is Duan Yu a fool? Mu Wanqing's appearance is no worse than Wang Yuyan's. I really have to doubt whether the vision of that stupid boy Duan Yu has been blinded by something."

At this moment, witnessing Mu Wanqing's shocking appearance with his own eyes, Xu Xingchen couldn't help but feel speechless towards Duan Yu, and even suspected that he was being blinded by greed.

Is there really such a magic in this world that can make Duan Yu still have a special liking for this woman when surrounded by so many beauties? Could it be that his heart is really blinded by some invisible lard, so that he can't see the beauty of other women?

Mu Wanqing's beauty is not just superficial refinement and flawlessness, it is a power that can penetrate people's hearts. Her face seems to be the most proud masterpiece of nature.

Every line perfectly outlines the incomparable beauty of harmony, but what is even more moving is her unique temperament, a complex emotion that combines nobility, coldness and perseverance, like the brightest star in the night sky, both distant and desirable.

If Wang Yuyan's beauty is as gentle as a mountain spring, and as fresh and unworldly as a fairy who is not stained by dust, then Mu Wanqing is the thorny rose that blooms alone in the wilderness.

Her beauty lies not only in the incomparable bright colors, but also in the mystery and unyielding stubbornness hidden deep within, as if every petal contains an unknown story and power.

Xu Xingchen's heart was stirred by this complex emotion. He was in awe of Mu Wanqing's peerless beauty, which was enough to make everything in the world pale in comparison; he also shook his head helplessly at Duan Yu's "not knowing the true face of Mount Lu".

In Xu Xingchen's opinion, Mu Wanqing's appearance, no matter from which angle you look at it, is not inferior to Wang Yuyan, who is praised by Duan Yu as "Fairy Sister", and is even better in some aspects.

However, even with such a beauty right next to him, that silly boy Duan Yu seemed unable to truly appreciate her unique charm and hidden charisma. How could this not make people feel regretful and puzzled?

As time slowly passed, Xu Xingchen felt an irresistible drowsiness quietly coming over him. He tried hard to support his tired body and tried to find a slightly comfortable posture.

However, his body eventually leaned against the cold ground involuntarily, as if that was the only place that could give him a moment of peace. His eyes gradually became heavy and his eyelids gently closed.

As if being gently embraced by the night, I instantly fell into a deep sleep and didn't react.

At the same time, Mu Wanqing, who was not far away, was caught in an unprecedented inner storm. Her spiritual world seemed to be swept away by a sudden storm at this moment.

Her originally peaceful state of mind, like still water, was now surging with endless waves. The heat and uneasiness at this moment intertwined into an airtight net, binding her tightly inside.

Mu Wanqing's beautiful eyes, which were always as clear as water, slowly opened inadvertently, as if they were the first ray of light at dawn, instantly penetrating the curtain of night.

However, this light is mixed with confusion and pain, just like the brightest star in the beautiful night sky being quietly obscured by dark clouds, revealing an indescribable sorrow and helplessness.

The root of all this was that the [Yin Yang He Huan Powder] that Mu Wanqing had unfortunately been poisoned by before had once again ruthlessly attacked her. The poison was like a poisonous snake lurking in the dark, waiting for an opportunity to strike, silently corroding her will and reason.

It seemed to possess some strange intelligence, able to accurately capture her most vulnerable moment, and then suddenly launch an attack, ruthlessly tearing apart her carefully constructed psychological defenses.

As the poison attacked again, Mu Wanqing's body began to tremble uncontrollably. Waves of heat surged out of her body, impacting her already shaky will. Beads of sweat oozed from her forehead, and her face turned unusually pale and flushed.

At this moment, Mu Wanqing felt her blood boiling and waves of heat raging in her body, almost making her lose her mind. Her breathing became rapid and disordered.

Every breath she took seemed to be swallowing up the surrounding air, but it could not satisfy the desire surging from within. Mu Wanqing's eyes were sometimes blurred, sometimes clear, but more often they were occupied by an unspeakable pain and helplessness.

In that unfathomable cave, time seemed to be stretched by an invisible force. Every second seemed unusually clear and heavy. The surroundings of the cave were so quiet that it was heart-pounding.

Even the slightest sound can cause layers of echoes in this space. For example, when an inconspicuous stone accidentally slides down the rock wall, the moment it touches the ground, it turns into a series of crisp and long echoes.

It lingers in the empty cave for a long time, like an ancient call or a whisper of nature. Apart from the natural sounds that occasionally break the tranquility, the most noticeable sound is the gurgling sound of flowing water.

They come slowly from an unknown source, pass through the cracks in the rocks, jump on the stone surface, and make pleasant melodies, adding a bit of vitality and vigor to this quiet place.

And the soft and faint breathing of Xu Xingchen seemed particularly clear in this quiet environment, as if the Tree of Life was whispering, telling the story of indomitable spirit and tenacity.

Mu Wanqing, who was poisoned by the [Yin Yang He Huan Powder], struggled to sit up. Her slender jade fingertips gently stroked her neck, which was flushed due to the effect of the toxin. The touch was both strange and familiar, which made her frown, and her eyes were full of confusion and pain.

But even so, she still gritted her teeth, trying to maintain her last bit of clarity and dignity, and tried her best to fight against the toxin of [Yin Yang He Huan San] in her body.

In this silent battle, Mu Wanqing seemed to be fighting a desperate struggle with the demon deep in her heart. She knew very well that once she was completely consumed by the poison, she would completely lose herself and become a puppet at the mercy of others.

At this moment, Mu Wanqing's gaze inadvertently fell on Xu Xingchen who was sleeping not far away. He lay there quietly, like a tranquil and far-reaching painting, with a peaceful and serene face.

It seemed as if nothing in the outside world could penetrate that invisible barrier and disturb the tranquility of his dreams.

Looking at Xu Xingchen's calm expression, Mu Wanqing couldn't help but feel ripples in her heart under the influence of the [Yin Yang He Huan Powder] in her body. An indescribable emotion quietly grew, like the drizzle in spring, silent but moistening everything.

Mu Wanqing felt her already accelerated heartbeat speed up even faster and her breathing became rapid. It was a strange feeling that made her both want to get closer and fear losing him.

However, as this complex emotion was intertwined, the poison of [Yin Yang He Huan San] in the body began to wreak havoc. It was like an invisible hand, tightly strangling Mu Wanqing's reason and will.

Her delicate face flushed with an alluring blush due to the effect of the poison, and her eyes became blurred and deep, as if shrouded in a layer of mist. She could not see the road ahead and could only let her body instinctively drive her to move forward.

Mu Wanqing's heart was filled with unprecedented contradictions and struggles. On the one hand, she knew that she was about to make a decision that might be irreversible; on the other hand, the power of the poison was so strong that she almost lost the ability to resist.

Her pair of slender hands, which were blushing, were immediately clenched into fists, with her nails digging deeply into her palms. Mu Wanqing tried to use the pain to awaken a trace of clarity, but it was in vain in the end.

In the end, driven by the strong toxin of [Yin Yang He Huan Powder], Mu Wanqing's body crawled towards Xu Xingchen uncontrollably. Every step seemed to be stepping on the tip of her heart, which made her feel both painful and helpless.

Mu Wanqing knew what this moment meant, but she couldn't stop it from happening.

A pair of slender hands with a blush on their faces stretched out tremblingly, caressing the pretty face of Xu Xingchen who was sleeping uncontrollably. A warm current surged in Mu Wanqing's heart, which was originally affected by the toxicity of [Yin Yang He Huan Powder].