C90 (1/2)

Outside the Qing Mu Hall, a figure dressed in black was walking alone with his hair fluttering in the wind. Her eyes were clouded by confusion, and for a moment, she almost forgot where she was.

Perhaps, she never thought that Qin Zheng would actually choose to believe in Nan Gong Xue Ji and not her.

It was also because of this that she ignored her own consolation, risking her life to find that Purgatory flower of seven colors, just for the sake of her own peace of mind.

Jiu Mu Li felt that it was both sarcastic and laughable.

Grief is greater than death.

Her heart was as still as water as she returned to her own chamber without the slightest ripple.

If she continued to stay in this palace filled with Qin Zheng's aura, she would suffocate! And in this vast palace, other than the Jiuhua Hall, the only other place she knew of was the Taiyuan Hospital.

However, it was getting late, so the Taiyuan Hospital had probably turned off the lights.

But other than Taiyuan Hospital, she also knew of another place — — Gongquan!

Jiu Mu Li's eyes flashed with a strange light, and she slowly took out a set of silver needles. There were a total of 108 silver needles of varying lengths and sizes, shining with a cold light under the candlelight.

This was what she had found in the Director Chen. It could be used for self-defense, but it could also be used as a medical treatment. I wonder what kind of situation the fellow from Gongquan who was hit by the blood curse is now?

She needed to go for a walk. And Gongquan was a good choice.

The setting sun shone like blood.

The black clad girl's figure was nimble and crafty, like a slippery fish, avoiding the layers of guards and directly rushing towards Gongquan.

Passing through the dusty palace, he saw a small figure under the moonlight. He was sitting upright under a full moon, concentrating on his cultivation. The blue light around him was filled with a dangerous aura, faintly revealing that this little boy was also an expert.

Sensing that someone had come, the little boy stopped cultivating after calming his breathing. He looked at her without sadness or joy. His voice was calm as he said, ”You're here.”

”How did you recognize me?” Jiu Mu Li forcefully suppressed the bitter feeling churning in his heart, and smiled faintly.

”Footsteps.” The little boy's eyes were as calm as a serene pond. His gaze calmly swept over her pale face and red eyes. The bloodstains in her eyes were frightening, but she did not know it yet.

Was she in a bad mood?

The little boy frowned, but did not ask.

”Although I am temporarily unable to completely remove the blood curse for you, with the stimulation of the silver needles, I might be able to somewhat alleviate the pain. Do you want to try? ” Jiu Mu Li lifted the corner of his lips, his eyes clear.

When she was in a bad mood, saving someone became a means of entertainment. Although she did not expect to see gratitude on the boy's icy face, she also wanted to use this method to release the pressure that had been suppressed in her heart.

”Acupuncture?” The boy's brows relaxed and his expression turned serious. ”Will there be any side effects?”

”Other than the pain, the pressure on the needling s is greater.” Jiu Mu Li spread out her hands and chuckled.