Since the dagger could not block people's sight, Mu Qingyao turned away with a cold face, leaving Yun Que with a touching and enchanting back.
Mu Qingyao felt depressed and annoyed.
Before she could think of a solution to the fatal crisis outside, there was another annoying guy inside. If it weren't for her connection with the Yun family, she would have wanted to tear the prodigal man into pieces who had seen all over her body.
Behind him, there was a small rustling sound.
Mu Qingyao's lowered eyes suddenly flashed with cold light, and she tightened her dagger tightly.
No matter who the other party is, if they dare to act rudely, she will definitely fight to the death.
The next moment, a warm coat was draped around her body.
The five fingers holding the dagger relaxed again.
Mu Qingyao did not refuse, she wrapped her clothes tightly and felt the warmth brought by the coat, and her annoyance became much lighter.
It's like being bullied and receiving protection at the same time.
This feeling is very strange, obviously disgusting, but also feeling a little warm.
After calming down, Mu Qingyao turned around and was about to speak when she saw Yun Que taking off his belt.
"what you do?"
"Take off your pants."
"Why take off your pants!"
"I'll put it on for you. Don't you think you're too cool?"
"I do not need."
Mu Qingyao refused coldly and stared at Yun Que with a low gaze, like a very wary cat.
Since he didn't want it, Yun Que wouldn't force it, so he reminded him while tying his belt:
"Don't forget it. Remember not to fly with the sword, or you will lose your sight."
The air became dull.
"Bring it here."
In the end, Mu Qingyao accepted Yun Que's kindness.
The clothes were a bit too big, but she was barely dressed neatly, and her long, messy hair was tied up and pulled back casually.
Mu Qingyao, who had changed into men's clothing, was less fragile and more sassy than before.
On the other hand, Yun Que.
The upper body is made of tattered defensive inner armor, and the bottom is left with a big trousers, which is really refreshing.
Before the two of them could speak, there was a sudden vibration under their feet, and the petal sword body showed signs of being squeezed inward!
The vines outside are on the offensive again!
Mu Qingyao sat cross-legged on the ground, using her hands to perform sword techniques, and her already pale face lost all color for a moment.
She almost ran out of spiritual energy and was helpless.
Yun Que wanted to help, but didn't know how to start.
After all, the place you are in is a magic weapon, and helping randomly is just adding trouble.
Mu Qingyao raised her face and shook her head slightly, as if aware of Yun Que's thoughts.
Yunfang nodded to show that he understood.
Then he took out the remaining nine spiritual stones and placed them within easy reach of the opponent.
As if she had known that Yun Que would do such a thing, Mu Qingyao absorbed the spiritual energy of the spirit stone between the sword movements, barely supporting the magic weapon.
Although they had met each other when they were children, this was the first time the two met as adults.
There is no restriction or strangeness, just a tacit understanding like old friends, like a heart-to-heart connection.
Finally, when the nine spiritual stones were exhausted, the impact from the outside world temporarily disappeared.
Both of them knew very well that the vine would never give up its prey, but was just recharging its energy to prepare for a more violent attack.
Looking at the remains of the spirit stone, Yun Que felt a pain in his body.
A piece of spiritual stone is enough to support the magic weapon controlled by the Overflowing Spirit Ring for a long time. It can be replaced by a magic weapon and it will be exhausted almost instantly.
The amount of spiritual energy consumed by magic weapons is much more terrifying than magic weapons!
Taking advantage of the rare safe time, the two of them communicated quickly.
"How long can we hold on?" Yun Que asked.
"At most, we can block one more attack."
Mu Qingyao knew that the other party had already taken out all the spiritual stones, and said helplessly: "My storage bag was shattered by the sword energy and disappeared together with my clothes. It's a pity that the spiritual pills in it were missing, otherwise I could have persisted for a while."
"Is there no other way?" Yun Que said.
Mu Qingyao shook her head slowly and whispered: "You shouldn't have come."
"There is no right or wrong. Now that I recognize the Flower Spirit Sword, how can I turn around and leave?" Yun Que smiled casually and said: "As a human being, all you have to do is live your life and understand your thoughts. It doesn't matter whether you live or die."
Mu Qingyao's eyes flickered, and she murmured in her heart that life and death didn't matter.
Her heart, which had been as silent as ice for thousands of years, was unknowingly pried open, and she felt a little confused for a moment.
Yun Que looked at the strange sword bodies around him and said:
"Why does sword energy backfire?"
"It is difficult for Qi refining monks to activate real magic weapons, and I am no exception. If I forcefully use the Flower Spirit Sword, I will inevitably suffer backlash from the sword energy."
"Why didn't the backlash appear just now? I understand. You can already control the strength of the sword energy's backlash. No wonder you are the number one swordsman in the South Academy. You are really talented."
When Yun Que said this, he spoke from the bottom of his heart and did not mean any compliment.
And he told the truth.
Counting from the time Mu Qingyao was trapped here, she had to endure the backlash of the sword energy at first, destroying clothes and storage bags. Now that Yun Que has come in, she has been able to initially control the intensity of the backlash, at least it has not destroyed the clothes.
.
There is no long interval between this period, only one day at most.
That's the backlash of the magic weapon's sword energy!
In no way comparable to a weapon!
Being able to comprehend the use of counterattack sword energy and control it in such a short period of time can definitely be called a swordsman wizard, and his true talent is unparalleled!
The number one swordsman in the South Academy is well deserved.
Mu Qingyao didn't feel happy at all about the compliment. Instead, she buried her pretty face in her knees, showing helplessness.
"No matter how talented I am, it doesn't matter. I can't even save a fellow disciple. I'm really useless..."
After hearing this, all the disciples from the South Campus who entered the mountain might have been wiped out.
Remembering that Zhou Yuanliang had vowed to come to Wushan to get some benefits the day before yesterday, Yun Que's heart became heavy.
"Are all your South Campus disciples dead?" Yun Que asked.
"I don't know. We were attacked by vines when we were near the top of the mountain. I told them to run away. I came to stop them, but they were dragged underground. I could only survive with the help of the Flower Spirit Sword. I couldn't help anyone."
Mu Qingyao's voice was low, as helpless as a poor child.
She was the leader of the South Campus's trip into the mountains. There were more than twenty junior brothers and sisters traveling with them. Everyone placed their hopes on her, the number one swordsman.
However, she couldn't even resist the vines for a moment.
At this moment, Yun Que seemed to see the dying little girl who was carried into the Hou Mansion by a soft chair many years ago.
The same weak and pitiful look, the same helpless look.
"Maybe they were just trapped. Maybe they are still alive. Several of my classmates were just parasitized by vines and have been rescued."
Yun Que told what happened to Wu Dachuan and others.
Mu Qingyao listened very seriously and gradually felt a glimmer of hope.
"Find a way to leave here first, and then go to the mountains to find your fellow disciples." Yun Que said solemnly.
Mu Qingyao finally plucked up the courage again, nodded vigorously, and unconsciously moved the corners of her mouth, like a faint smile.
"You should smile more, you look good when you smile."
"Have you ever seen me smile?"
"I've seen it before. When you came to my house when you were a child, didn't you laugh when I gave you a little bunny to sing and entertain you? It's quite cute."
"rabbit……"
Crunchy.
The sound of clenching fists kept rising and falling. Mu Qingyao struggled to suppress her anger, but she couldn't suppress the memories from her childhood.
'The little white rabbit is white and white. It lifts up its two ears, cuts off its tail and head, and remains motionless. It's so cute.'
The grey-faced prince of the Hou family seemed to appear in front of him again, who had emerged from nowhere, as well as the dirty little white rabbit in his hand that had been dead for who knows how long and had its eyes rolled back.
That was the shadow of Mu Qingyao's childhood, accompanying every nightmare she grew up with.
No matter how unbelievable and bizarre the nightmare picture is, the moment you wake up, it must be the little white rabbit rolling his eyes, and the weird song that touches the soul.
Silently staring at Yun Que, Mu Qingyao was calm on the outside, but she was shouting in her heart.