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Before he could say anything, he had already turned into a cloud of blood fog and disappeared.

The one with the peak Mahayana was dead before he even made a move in front of Mu Qiuqiu.

Mu Qiuqiu clapped his hands as if he had done something insignificant, and then gestured for the Ju Que to disappear above the 'two people'.

A vast and ancient sword intent spread from the ground, and the tavern rose up from the ground once again.

Mu Qiuqiu stroked the walls of the tavern and said softly, ”It's really been hard on you.”

The tavern that was originally a dead object seemed to have suddenly gained intelligence, an atmosphere of joy spread throughout the tavern.

The furious Mu Qiuqiu was also infected by this aura, her serious face calmed down a lot, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously curled into a smile.

Then, he looked at Lu Beiyou who was lying on the ground, whose life and death was unknown, and anxiously ran over and pressed his hand on the bloody hole on Lu Beiyou's abdomen that was pierced by the sword.

A ball of green spirit energy was imbued into Lu Beiyou's body from her palm, healing his injuries.

”This old lady is your shopkeeper!” You stinky brat, if I don't let you die, you can't die! If you dare to die, I will pull you back even if I have to step into hell's netherworld. ”

After an unknown amount of time, under Mu Qiuqiu's treatment, Lu Beiyou's breathing finally calmed down.

On one hand, he had borrowed the power of Lu Beiyou's muscles and bones to be tempered by the lightning tribulation, although this time they had suffered fatal injuries, they still held onto a trace of life.

On the other hand, Mu Qiuqiu had returned in time, if Mu Qiuqiu had come late, he was afraid that he would have died before he could even reach Sky Mountain.

Mu Qiuqiu forcefully continued his life and saved Lu Beiyou. However, he had been on the move for the past few days. He had found what he was missing, but his body and mind were already exhausted.

Mu Qiuqiu rubbed his eyes and finally couldn't take it anymore as he fell asleep on top of Lu Beiyou's body.

The sun was high in the sky, and the winter festival had already passed.

A ray of soft sunlight shone through the window of the tavern onto the two of them. The scene was tranquil and serene.

Unknowingly, Lao Kong had returned to the tavern and took out a blanket from the backyard to cover the two of them.

He reached out and rubbed Mu Qiuqiu's little head, sighed with an apologetic expression and said softly: ”It's really been hard on you.”

The current Lao Kong was no longer the old man who owed him money and exclaimed in admiration to the deities. He was no longer a self-proclaimed beggar, but instead looked like an elder who was taking care of his own child.

When Lu Beiyou woke up, he found himself lying in the tavern. He anxiously propped up his body and realised that his body was covered with a blanket, but it was exceptionally heavy.

Lowering his head to look, he saw that Mu Qiuqiu had already returned and was sound asleep on his body.

At this moment, Mu Qiuqiu's long eyelashes trembled slightly as she breathed. She pouted her lips from time to time, looking delicate and charming.

Suddenly, the sleeping Mu Qiuqiu seemed to have a nightmare as his face tensed up and he grabbed onto Lu Beiyou's messy clothes tightly.

Lu Beiyou couldn't help but lower his head, and lightly tapped Mu Qiuqiu's forehead with his lips. After that, he reached out and pulled her into his embrace, gently stroking Mu Qiuqiu's soft hair.

Only now did Mu Qiuqiu's expression gradually calm down, but he still tightly held onto Lu Beiyou and did not let go, continuing to sleep in his bosom just like this.

Lu Beiyou looked at Mu Qiuqiu, who was in his arms, and giggled. Who cares about him?

He wouldn't let go of anything he said now.