The Secret Story of the Flower God of Douluo Continent

When we got downstairs, everyone else from the Seven Sacred Souls was there. Zhao Zhen and Chen Xiao were both pale, but there was basically nothing wrong with them. Seeing Yue Guan coming, Zhao Zhen said in surprise: "No, are you okay?"

Yueguan explained his situation to them again. Zhao Zhen swore directly: "Damn, you are such a pervert. You were injured the most, but now you are in better shape than me."

Afterwards, Zhao Zhen approached Yue Guan and lowered his voice and said, "Teach me how to recover quickly. I've suffered a lot since my ribs were broken."

Yue Guan replied helplessly: "Who am I asking? Theoretically speaking, my Qi Rong Tian Ju martial spirit has the effect of being indestructible, and my ability to recover from trauma is stronger than ordinary people. But what I suffered yesterday was... I don’t know the reason for internal injuries and recovery. I’ll ask the teacher when I see him. The teacher should know what’s going on.”

Even after a night's rest, everyone has not yet fully recovered. After eating, we went back to our rooms to meditate and recover. Yueguan didn't see Chen Han, so he went back to his room and planned to continue practicing.

Back in the room, Zhang Xitong was already awake. Seeing that Yueguan was back, he raised his hand to signal him to come over.

Yue Guan sat on the edge of the bed, and Zhang Xitong said, "I'm sorry. Yesterday, it was because of me that you..." Before she could finish her words, her eyes were already red again.

Yue Guan smiled and said: "I've never seen you cry so much before. I didn't blame you yesterday. This is not a life and death fight. If you really kill the round shield soul master, I'm afraid we will be directly defeated. Besides, for some reason my injuries have mostly healed, and there’s basically no problem.”

Zhang Xitong suddenly said: "I know why your injury suddenly recovered."

"Huh?" Yue Guan was puzzled by this question. When Zhang Xitong said that she knew, she quickly asked, "What's the reason?"

"Have you heard of the tears of the phoenix?" Zhang Xitong looked at Yueguan with bright eyes.

"Phoenix tears? What are those?"

"Legend has it that Phoenix's tears can heal all injuries. My tears fell on your chest last night, so your internal injuries have basically recovered." Zhang Xitong explained. Thanks to Yue Guan's enlightenment, her mood improved significantly.

Yue Guan was shocked, he had never heard of such a thing. Tears can actually cure diseases? Surprised, Yue Guan asked: "So, if we are injured in the future, we can recover as long as you cry?"

Zhang Xitong rolled his eyes at him and said: "Where do so many good things come from? My martial spirit is a phoenix, but my phoenix bloodline is not pure enough because I am a human, not a phoenix. Yesterday it was because I didn't know why I broke out the blood of the phoenix. The power of the source not only healed your injuries, but also gave me some insights. But I have never encountered such a situation, and I don’t know how to trigger the Phoenix Power."

Yue Guan scratched his head and said: "In other words, this situation is still uncontrollable? But it seems to be developing in a good direction. After all, your martial spirit came from mutation, and it is not a bad thing if it changes again."

Zhang Xitong nodded in agreement, but Yue Guan suddenly said: "By the way, if something like this happens in the future, don't take advantage of it. We Seven Saint Souls are as close as a family, so what's the point of getting hurt for our brothers and sisters? Besides, even if it's your fault, you can't do this. You’re ruining yourself.”

Zhang Xitong smiled and said: "If we were a family, arranged by age, I would still be your sister, but you still taught me a lesson."

Yue Guan said seriously: "Okay, sister. You can't blame yourself because I got hurt anymore, do you understand?"

Zhang Xitong looked at Yue Guan's serious eyes, and also put away his smile, and said solemnly: "Okay, I will protect you from getting hurt in the future, instead of waiting for you to get hurt because of me before crying for you."

Yue Guan's body stiffened, and he said helplessly: "I want you not to belittle yourself because of a trivial mistake, not to protect me. Although I have not reached the third ring, my soul power has improved again, and I have reached the second ring. At level 18, self-protection is no problem."

Zhang Xitong laughed and said: "That's different. You call me sister. Of course I have to protect your younger brother. I heard Teacher Chen said that your parents died when you were young. Do you have any brothers or sisters? I'm alone and still being ostracized in the Seven Shadows Sect. If you don't mind, you can recognize me as your sister."

Hearing Zhang Xitong mention her parents, Yueguan couldn't help but recall her mother's heart-rending shouts in her dream, and her eyes dimmed a bit. Yes, he had been alone all this time. Before he met the people of the Seven Sacred Souls, Chen Han was the only one who cared about him. What the teacher can give is care and guidance, but no family affection. Deep down in my heart, I long for the warmth brought by my loved ones.

Seeing the change in Yueguan's expression, Zhang Xitong thought that she had said the wrong thing, and quickly said cautiously: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to mention your sadness..."

Yue Guan shook his head and said, "It's nothing, I just remembered some past events. Are you really willing to be my sister?" After saying this, even he felt a little ridiculous. Maybe Zhang Xitong was just joking, but he took it seriously.

To his surprise, Zhang Xitong nodded slowly but firmly: "Of course." Yueguan's eyes filled with tears at these two simple words. Mom and Dad, do you know that I have a sister and I am no longer alone.

Zhang Xitong wiped away his tears and scolded: "You said I love crying, aren't you too? Well, be happy."

Yue Guan didn't speak. He was usually taciturn, but he was also good at talking loudly. But at this moment, he couldn't say a word. He could only look at Zhang Xitong with red eyes and silently expressed his tears of joy. Because they had just cried, their eyes were both red and vaguely wet with tears, but they did not break the warmth. Yes, warmth belongs to family affection, home, and the warmth that is flawless and not stained with a trace of dust.