Awakening

Huge fear was like an icy tide, drowning him in an instant.

Mo Xuan's breathing was completely messed up, his chest heaved violently, and his face turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He opened his mouth, wanting to shout, but something seemed to be blocked in his throat, and he could only make a "whoosh" sound like air leakage.

Finally--

"Ah--!!!"

A scream that was so shrill that it changed its tone, like a dying beast, suddenly burst out from the depths of his throat!

That voice was filled with disbelief, collapse, despair, and bone-deep fear.

On the other side of the open space, Zhao Wuji was sitting cross-legged on the ground, telling Dai Tianyu about the interesting things he encountered while wandering around Soul Master World.

Dai Tianyu listened with great interest, with expressions of surprise or excitement on his face from time to time.

The atmosphere between the two was rare and relaxed.

But at this moment, that heart-rending howl cut through the tranquility of the forest like a sharp blade!

Zhao Wuji was shaken all over!

The smile on his face froze instantly, replaced by a panic that was almost fearful.

He didn't even have time to say a word to Dai Tianyu. His whole body shot up like a cannonball and rushed towards the carriage crazily!

Dai Tianyu was also startled by the scream and stood up, his face tightened, and he followed subconsciously.

Wu Yuan appeared beside Dai Tianyu at some unknown time, protecting him silently.

Zhao Wuji rushed to the carriage, trembling hands, and suddenly opened the curtain!

The scene inside the carriage was like a heavy hammer hitting his heart.

Mo Xuan barely held up his upper body and leaned against the soft cushions on the carriage wall. His face was as pale as paper and his lips were bloodless.

His eyes were open blankly, with dilated pupils and no focus, and he just "looked" straight ahead - but in fact, he saw nothing.

Even the movement of Zhao Wuji opening the car curtain and rushing in didn't make him react at all.

His whole body seemed to have had his soul taken away, leaving only an empty breathing shell.

"Mo Xuan...Mo Xuan!"

Zhao Wuji's voice was trembling. He rushed to the cushion, grabbed Mo Xuan's shoulders with both hands, and shook it slightly.

Mo Xuan's body swayed slightly with his movements, like a lifeless puppet.

Zhao Wuji's heart suddenly sank. He increased his strength, shook it a few more times, and raised his voice with unsuppressible panic:

"Mo Xuan! Look at me! I am Teacher Zhao!!"

The sound of "Teacher Zhao" was as if a switch had been touched.

Mo Huan's dilated pupils began to focus very slowly and bit by bit.

His eyes turned extremely stiffly, and finally fell on Zhao Wuji's face filled with anxiety and pain.

His lips moved slightly.

A dry, almost inaudible breath came out:

"Zhao...Teacher Zhao..."

Recognized.

Before Zhao Wuji had time to breathe a sigh of relief, Mo Xuan's eyes suddenly moved downward and fell on his own unconscious legs.

The next second, Mo Xuan's hands firmly grasped his thighs again, and his nails dug deeply into the fabric.

He raised his head and looked at Zhao Wuji, tears quickly accumulated in his eyes, and his voice contained intermittent choking before collapse:

"Teacher Zhao... W-where is this?"

"My leg... what happened to my leg?"

Mo Xuan's voice suddenly rose in pitch, with a cry in it, full of helplessness and fear:

"I can't feel my legs... it can't move! Teacher Zhao!!"

As if he wanted to prove something, but also as if he couldn't accept it, he beat his legs harder with his hands and pulled his legs. His whole body began to tremble violently due to excitement:

"Did you see?! It doesn't move! It doesn't listen to me! It's dead!! It's dead Teacher Zhao!!!"

By the end of the speech, my words were incoherent and tears were streaming down my face.

The originally pretty face was completely distorted by despair and fear.

Zhao Wuji Looking at this scene, he felt as if his heart was tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and the pain was so painful that he could hardly breathe.

This strong man, who usually had a hot temper and was fearless, suddenly had red eyes.

He didn't speak, but stretched out his big hands like cattail leaf fans, and with an unusually gentle movement, he pulled Mo Xuan, who was trembling and on the verge of collapse, into his arms little by little.

He gently pressed Mo Xuan's head on his broad and strong shoulders, and used his rough palms to pat the boy's back awkwardly but firmly.

Zhao Wuji's voice was extremely hoarse, but he tried to lower it softly and slowly, as if he was afraid of breaking something:

"It's okay... it's okay, Mo Xuan."

"We are out... leaving Star Dou Great Forest."

"You're safe...Teacher Zhao is here."

He repeated these words over and over again, not knowing whether he was comforting Mo Xuan or himself.

Outside the car, Dai Tianyu stood quietly next to Wu Yuan, looking through the opened car curtain at the two people hugging each other and crying inside.

He looked at it for a while, then suddenly turned his head and asked Wu Yuan in a low voice:

"Uncle Wu... Is it true that his legs can no longer move?"

Wu Yuan was silent for a moment and nodded slowly.

Dai Tianyu pursed his lips and did not ask any more questions.

He just looked back into the car, looking at the boy who was trembling and crying in Zhao Wuji's arms, as if he had lost everything.

After a while, the heartbreaking cries of collapse in the carriage gradually subsided and turned into suppressed, intermittent sobs.

Mo Xuan cried so hard that he lost all strength, and his whole body collapsed in Zhao Wuji's generous arms.

His face was caked with tears and snot, and his breathing was still trembling violently.

When his consciousness returned slightly, he realized belatedly that he was being held tightly in Teacher Zhao's arms like a child.

A layer of embarrassment suddenly appeared on the young man's face.

He was in a panic, using his hands and feet to break free from Zhao Wuji's arms. There was still crying in his movements, and he asked in a hoarse voice:

"Teacher Zhao... Where are we?"

Mo Xuan raised his red and swollen eyes and looked around blankly - the unfamiliar interior of the carriage, and the completely unfamiliar forest scenery he saw through the window.

The uneasiness in his heart quickly expanded:

"This doesn't look like we're in the academy... Where is Dean Flender?"

Mo Xuan paused, as if remembering something more important, with a hint of instinctive dependence and eagerness in his tone:

"Where is the teacher? Teacher... where is he?"

The sound of "teacher" was like a cold needle, piercing Zhao Wuji's heart.

His arm holding Mo Xuan stiffened suddenly.

The muscles on Zhao Wuji's face twitched uncontrollably a few times, and the expression that was originally slightly soft due to comfort instantly became gloomy, like dark clouds gathering before a storm.