While no one noticed, Xi Yue's cultivation seemed to have not changed, but her soul began to grow stronger and stronger.
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When night came, I didn't feel as sleepy as usual.
Xi Yue tossed and turned in bed, feeling very annoyed.
The feeling of being able to sleep peacefully and as if protected a few days ago was gone tonight.
Xi Yue sat up, ready to unlock the soul chain again, but before she could start circulating her spiritual power, Qinglong rushed in with an anxious and panicked look on his face.
Xi Yue's heart skipped a beat, and she heard him hoarsely say, "Miss Xi Yue, please go and see the master quickly. The master... he has a cold poison in his body... only you can save him now!!"
"What did you say?!" Xi Yue stood up suddenly, her whole heart seemed to be tightened by something.
But soon, she realized that her reaction was too intense. She gritted her teeth, calmed down and asked, "What happened?"
Qinglong said in panic: "Please Miss Xiyue, please save the master. Now only your Wood Origin can save the master!"
Xi Yue bit her lip and finally said, "Take me to see him!"
Qinglong quickly turned around and led the way, but as soon as they reached the door, Xi Yue was pulled back by a huge force.
Xi Yue looked at the golden chain on her ankle and said solemnly, "Unlock my soul chain first!"
A hesitant look appeared on Qinglong's face.
Xi Yue sneered, "You are a god-level expert, and this Netherworld Temple is your territory. Are you afraid that I will run away? Moreover, if you don't unlock the soul-locking chain, how can I treat Ji Mingyu?"
Qinglong's expression changed for a while, and finally he gritted his teeth and hit the soul-locking chain with a strand of hair.
The soul-locking chain broke instantly, and Xi Yue was freed from the restraints.
But the golden chain around the ankle did not disappear.
Qinglong hurriedly brought Xiyue to a bedroom in the west corner.
As soon as she opened the door, she felt a chill blowing in her face, making Xi Yue shiver.
On the big bed in the center of the bedroom, one could vaguely see a person lying there, with a cold breath emanating from his body.
"Master, Master! How are you?" Qinglong rushed over and shouted anxiously, "I brought Miss Xiyue to see you!"
When Xi Yue saw the ice condensed around the big bed, she felt as if her breathing had stopped.
Ji Mingyu was lying on the bed, like a lifeless corpse.
She stepped closer and saw the man on the bed's pale face, his black hair frozen with frost, and his weak breath. She felt her knees go weak and she almost wanted to kneel down.
She reached out her hand and slowly touched the man's bone-chilling skin, murmuring softly, "Ji Mingyu, don't joke with me... How could someone like you really..."
Before she could finish her words, her hand was suddenly grabbed, and she was dragged forward, and soon she was pressed under the man's tall body.
However, there was no biting cold, and the body pressing on him was warm.
The frost that had originally condensed on the bed quickly melted away, and the coldness in the entire room disappeared without a trace.
Ji Mingyu waved his hand and threw Qinglong, who was about to speak, out, and the door slammed shut.
Soon, Ji Mingyu and Xi Yue were the only ones left in the room.
Ji Mingyu pressed Xi Yue's petite body under him and said condescendingly: "Xi'er, you are still worried about me, right? Otherwise, why would you rush over to see me when you heard that I was poisoned?" (To be continued)