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"Junior Brother, I used to think you had yin-yang eyes. But when we fought magic at the back mountain of the Zhao Family estate, I realized you couldn't see my spells. So you don't have yin-yang eyes. Still, I figured you ought to be able to see some things ordinary people can't. That had to be why the two ghosts you raised guarded you with their lives. But now it seems... you can't see anything clearly at all." Senior Brother Hai hung up the phone and shook his head at me, his voice carrying a trace of mockery.
Song Wanyi had a history of this. Before, besides trying to abandon Xijun, she had also sat on the sidelines and watched her companion fight the enemy alone. Just now, when she saw Xijun wounded like that, she had obediently sat there without lifting a finger. How could I not lose my temper?
Senior Brother Hai didn't know about any of that, so I could understand why he had spoken to me like that.
But when Song Wanyi loosened her clasped hands, I saw another wound running from the web between her thumb and index finger all the way to her palm. So she had been hurt too!
My heart felt as if a cone had been driven into it. She had considered how severely depleted my vital essence and blood were, so she had not only refrained from sucking my vital essence and blood herself—she had also stopped Xijun from doing so. And I had actually blamed her for it...
"Senior Brother, I'm sorry. I was just panicking."
"Mm. You, you... now you see, don't you? Much more fun this way.