221: Chapter 221 Supernatural Ability "Nonsense"

Mu Changqiu just picked at his ear when he heard this, acting as if it went in one ear and out the other.

"Are you done? If you're done, let go of her hand. You keep saying you're doing it for her own good, but isn't your behavior just controlling her right to choose? If you're so capable, let go and let her choose for herself. I'm a very reasonable person..."

"Also, I recall that Xing Yao has only met you a few times; how could you become friends so quickly..."

"Senior Brother... they really are friends I just made..."

Qian Wanyao interjected cautiously.

The foxtail grass slid from the corner of the boy's mouth, but he didn't say anything else.

After thinking it over carefully, Xing Yaoyan gently released the hand she had been holding onto the girl's wrist.

Mu Changqiu was right; her behavior just now was indeed no different from certain other people.

But... it had been so hard to meet, she still had so much to say to Qian Wanyao, and she was just about to ask about Qian Wanyao's background...

That's it!

A flash of lightning suddenly crossed Xing Yaoyan's mind.

"Mu Changqiu, don't you think White-Robed Mysterious Person and Qian Mo are quite similar?"

"Similar? How are they similar? Don't compare my cute Junior Sister to a boring person like him."

Mu Changqiu was quick to respond, taking the opportunity to step on Qian Mo.

"Mu Changqiu, military training, Tier 4, one-on-one..."

Xing Yaoyan heard a series of incoherent phrases spill from the boy beside her.

The boy lying on the treetop over there seemed to have been struck by lightning; he swayed, nearly falling off the tree.

"I knew it... stop talking, Qian Mo! If you want to fight, just say so!"

Mu Changqiu no longer maintained his previous casual demeanor; he looked as if some dark history had been poked, appearing extremely agitated.

Xing Yaoyan glanced at Qian Mo beside her and saw him wearing a sly smile, quietly watching his "love rival" on the treetop scratching his head in frustration.

Qian Mo's inner thoughts: The grudge from the underground bar is finally being settled today... Awesome!

Xing Yaoyan's inner thoughts: It seems this guy Qian Mo is still holding something over him...

"Sister Yan... I really should go... let's talk another day... *cough! cough*..."

Qian Wanyao interjected embarrassedly. But before she could finish, she suddenly began to cough violently.

Just as Xing Yaoyan turned to check on the situation, she felt a hurricane pass by her.

The next moment, she saw a figure standing directly between Xing Yao and herself, blocking her view.

She turned her head again and was astonished to find that the boy who had been on the treetop a second ago had actually vanished, leaving only a phantom afterimage.

So fast...

A few beads of cold sweat broke out on Xing Yaoyan's forehead.

Although she knew the other party was already a Tier 6 Esper, after that move, she truly felt the gap between them.

Qian Mo's reaction was abnormally fast. Almost entirely out of a killer's instinct, he actually erupted with spiritual power and attacked Mu Changqiu directly.

"Get lost!"

This note seemed to carry an infinite Aura, directly blasting the attacking Qian Mo away.

Xing Yaoyan had assumed that Qian Mo would definitely be left unable to get up after this strike.

But she hadn't expected the boy to twist in the air at an incredible angle, landing lightly on the ground.

"Thud!"

The ground under Qian Mo's feet suddenly sank the moment he landed, with dense, spiderweb-like cracks spreading outward.

Did he transfer all the force from his body to the ground... As expected... He held back so much when sparring with me!

Although she was very dissatisfied with the boy holding back during their sparring, Xing Yaoyan quickly stood in front of him, looking vigilantly at Mu Changqiu, who was at the center of various strange light orbs.

"What are you doing? Were you trying to kill Qian Mo just now?!"

With that level of impact, it was fortunate it was Qian Mo; if it had been an average Tier 4, they might have ended up straight in the ICU.

"Whew... sorry..."

Mu Changqiu seemed to calm down, the Aura on his body slowly dissipating.

He reached out and pulled an exquisite little bottle out of thin air, poured out a small green pill, and fed it to the White-Robed Mysterious Person in his arms.

"White-Robed Mysterious Person's Superpower is 'False Speech'; any sentence she speaks contains powerful energy that can influence people, objects, or even abstract things like fate to a certain degree."

"However... while she activates 'False Speech', her own body will simultaneously suffer a backlash, the degree of which depends on the difficulty of realizing the 'False Speech'."

"Although the increase in her strength can now suppress the activation of 'False Speech' to a certain extent, she still cannot speak too much..."

Speaking of this, Mu Changqiu turned his head to look at Xing Yaoyan and Qian Mo, who were still keeping their guard up, then gently picked up the girl who seemed to have fallen asleep and turned his back to them.

"I'm only telling you these things because I see that you are White-Robed Mysterious Person's new friends; I hope you can understand..."

The next moment, Xing Yaoyan felt a flash of light and shadow before her eyes, and the boy holding the girl suddenly disappeared from the spot, leaving only a few scattered specks of spiritual power in the air.

Xing Yaoyan subconsciously turned her head to look at Qian Mo, just in time to see Qian Mo also turning to look at her. The two didn't speak, just stared at each other for a while.

A long while later...

"I give up! Is this Mu Changqiu sick? If White-Robed Mysterious Person had this problem, you should have said so earlier! We could have just communicated on paper! You had to come over and say all that nonsense... and as a result, it dragged on for too long, indirectly causing White-Robed Mysterious Person to suffer a backlash..."

Xing Yaoyan said, cursing a little.

"Haha..."

Qian Mo laughed awkwardly.

He had actually been a bit moved by Mu Changqiu's heartfelt words just now. But now, hearing Xing Yaoyan's analysis, it seemed that was indeed the case...

However... why does it feel like Xiao Yan is very familiar with her? Didn't they just meet today...

"Alright, today was a failure; we didn't get to chat enough, and I didn't get to ask what I wanted to ask..."

Xing Yaoyan shoved her hands into her pockets, complaining grumpily as she walked forward.

Suddenly, she turned her head sharply, and a somewhat nonsensical sentence blurted out.

"Qian Mo, why are you following me?"

"Uh... shouldn't I be following...?"

Watching the boy's brain seeming to overload, the White-haired girl couldn't hold it in, and immediately let out a chuckle.

"Alright, I'm teasing you... but I suddenly remembered some private matters I need to handle back at the dorm, so don't follow me..."

Finally...

Xing Yaoyan finally returned to her room and slammed the door shut.

The smile on her Face began to slowly stiffen, eventually turning into an indescribable solemnity.

She hadn't paid attention these past few days... Today was the day of the Star Cult Priest meeting that Huan Wuxing had mentioned!