The priest is a loser

What Chang He used was a soft sword, and the way was: Come like a thunderbolt, stop the wrath, and stop like Jiang Hai congeals blue light.

Looking at 'Raksha' again, the weapon he holds is an ordinary long sword, as if he bought it casually from a weapon shop on the road when he came here.

In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged dozens of moves, and even if they were outside the stage, they could still feel the fierce sword energy of the two.

Mu Changxian stared intently at Liu Qiuan's calm figure, secretly sweating for him.

"What a fast sword technique." Qin Sheng couldn't help sighing, then looked at Mu Changxian who was beside him, but saw that he turned a deaf ear to it, and only the person on the stage was the only one who was full of eyes.

Seeing his starry eyes, Qin Sheng raised his brows, and followed his gaze to look at the red figure on the stone platform, who seemed to have guessed something, and murmured to himself: " Could it be..."

At this time, the clanking sound between the sword blades on the stage stopped abruptly, and when one looked up, neither of the two fell down. The air was silent for a while, and everyone was also silent.

Chang He suddenly cupped his fists at 'Raksha', then turned and left.

From the looks of it, it was clear that the outcome had been decided.

'Raksha' put away his long sword and flew down from the stone platform.

"I have something to do." Mu Changxian said this to Qin Sheng, and immediately got up and chased in the direction where 'Luo Sha' left.

When Qin Sheng came to his senses, he could only see his hurried figure gradually submerged in the crowd.

Mu Changxian chased all the way to the outside of the training ground, and followed Liu Qiuan into the corner of the street. Liu Qiuan walked forward silently, and Mu Changxian followed him, looking sideways at him from time to time, hesitant to speak.

The sky was covered with red clouds, and Xiahong fell on the shoulders of the two.

Liu Qiu'an stopped suddenly, stretched out his hand and pulled Mu Changxian's sleeve, and looked sideways at a pastry shop on the side of the street.

Mu Changxian followed his gaze, and immediately understood, went in and bought a few boxes of his favorite pastries.

But when he came out of the shop, Liu Qiu'an was nowhere to be seen.

Mu Changxian stood dejectedly on the street, looking down at the pastry in his hand, the dusk stretched his shadow long.

He put away the pastry, thinking that he could go back and hand it to him, but he suddenly saw some wet blood on the ground from the corner of his eye. He raised his head in a panic to look in the direction where the blood was spreading, and at the same time rushed towards the corner of the street.

Liu Qiuan huddled in the corner of the street, his whole body was shrouded in the shadow of the wall.

"Qiuan!"

Mu Changxian hugged him into his arms, but felt icy cold. The person in his arms lay quietly on his chest, and still did not respond to him.

"... Mu Hero, go and take a rest, the leader is here to watch over me."

Xiaoyou's voice rang in his ears.

There was still a bloody smell in his mouth, Liu Qiuan frowned, and someone smoothed his brows meticulously the next moment.

"I'll stay with him for a while."

Liu Qiu'an woke up from the nightmare dreamland, the moonlight shone through the window paper, and sprinkled the floor brightly.

Feeling that he was being gently hugged by someone, he raised his hand and rubbed his heavy eyelids, blinking vigorously, trying to wake himself up quickly.

The people around him noticed his movement, and said in a hoarse voice: "Why did you wake up, are you still uncomfortable?"

"It's not uncomfortable anymore..." Liu Qiu'an let go of all his defenses when he heard the voice, and muttered into his arms.

Mu Changxian patted him on the back lightly through the quilt, and said, "I've heard what the right protector said."

Feeling the body of the person in his arms stiffen for a moment, Mu Changxian sighed and said, "I've already been injured to such an extent, why do you still hold on... Is winning or losing more important than your own body?"

Liu Qiu'an said: "...Don't listen to his nonsense, as long as you have taken the medicine, it's fine, it's not a big deal."

Mu Changxian was silent for a while, then sighed again, and said, "...You are the one who was hurt, but you still come to comfort me."

Liu Qiuan kicked him under the quilt, and said angrily, "Stop sighing! If you sigh again, I'll twist your ears off!"

Mu Changxian pretended to be relieved, and said, "It's a good thing they didn't want to drive me out of the room."

Liu Qiu'an subconsciously snorted, and when he heard Mu Changxian's chuckle, he realized it and said, "Slick tongue!" He stretched out his hands to pinch his cheeks fiercely.

Mu Changxian grabbed his hands, approached him and said, "Where is it oily or slippery? How will you know if you don't try?"

Liu Qiu'an opened his mouth, and bit the back of his hand that was holding his hands. Mu Changxian was caught off guard, slightly relaxed, and he broke free.

Liu Qiu'an quickly pressed him under him, finally pinched his cheek, pulled it out triumphantly, and said, "Do you dare next time?"

"..." Mu Changxian raised his hand to hold his waist, Liu Qiuan trembled suddenly, and Mu Changxian took the opportunity to hug him into his arms.

"Dare." Mu Changxian said with infinite tenderness beside his ear.

A good night's sleep.

Liu Qiuan half-opened his eyes, propped up his upper body, and the quilt fell from his shoulders to his waist.

He sat on the bed in a daze for a while, looked sideways at the other end of the pillow, and found that there were still shallow dents on it.

He stretched out his hand to touch the pillow, and murmured in a daze, "...Where is the person?"

"Hero Mu is going to cook medicine for you, the leader!"

The sudden appearance of Xiaoyou startled Liu Qiuan, "Where did you come from!"

"There!" Xiaoyou pointed to the window lattice behind him.

Looking at the open window lattice, Liu Qiu'an grabbed the quilt and buried Xiao You's head: "If there is a door, why not climb through the window!"

Xiao You hugged the quilt and stood aside aggrievedly, muttering in a low voice, "...professional habits."

Liu Qiuan ran to get the clothes from the hanger with bare feet, and remembered the first sentence Xiaoyou said when he was halfway through the clothes, raised his eyebrows and said, "You said Mu Changxian went to cook medicine for me? What kind of medicine... ...I took the pills made by Dongfang Yun to suppress the poison, and I'm fine now."

Xiao You poked his head out from behind the quilt, and said, "I don't know, either...it should be a decoction to nourish the body."

"What kind of body...?" Liu Qiuan wrinkled his nose, as if he had already smelled the bitter taste of the soup, "Go and tell him not to cook it, so I won't drink it. Cooking it is a waste of medicinal materials! Why don't you make it for me?" something delicious!"

"Oh!" Xiaoyou put the quilt back on the bed, resisted the desire to open the window, and walked straight towards the door.

At this time, Mu Changxian just pushed open the door, holding a bowl of hot soup in his hand.

When Xiao You saw the person coming, he didn't care about anything else, and blurted out: "Mu Xia, you came just in time. The leader told me not to cook soup for him. If you have this spare time, why not make some delicious food for him!"

"Oh?" Mu Changxian looked sideways at the person in the room.

Liu Qiu'an, whose back was facing the door, froze: "..."