Chapter 287 - 287 285 Rub It and It Won't Hurt Anymore

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287: Chapter 285: Rub It and It Won’t Hurt Anymore 287: Chapter 285: Rub It and It Won’t Hurt Anymore Baili An pursed his blood-stained lips, swallowed the metallic sweetness in his mouth, but when he saw Fang Geyu clenching her fist, he thought she was about to hit him. Subconsciously, he closed his eyes, but instead, a soft and warm hand suddenly covered his forehead. Baili An opened his eyes in astonishment. Fang Geyu, who was extremely close to his face, tiptoed forcefully, rubbing his head. At the sight of the delicate young lady, who had never done such a gentle act and was awkward like a frozen, silly quail, foolishly lifting its stiff wings, attempting something that seemed very stupid. She huffed, her proud and arrogant demeanor unchanged, clearly in a perilous situation, yet her almond-shaped eyes were still bright and unclouded. She said, “I don’t care about others, but you grew up eating the food I provided. If you’re in pain or tired, and I get wind of it, I’ll naturally take it upon myself to comfort you openly. So you’d better be grateful and not pretend to be okay.” It seemed she remembered the words of the female corpse He Sha, which made her a little embarrassed and annoyed: “And you must not lie to me!” The small hand on his head was warm, and as she rubbed, Baili An’s pale face grew red again. He lifted his chin, turned his head away again, “I’ve said it doesn’t hurt, it’s fine. Stand aside, don’t… don’t get hurt.” Damn it, he even stuttered. Fang Geyu saw his slightly odd expression and before she could ask more, a thunderous howl came from behind the coffin. Amidst the roar, with a crack, the ground beneath Baili An’s feet split and spread, and the ghost hand that had grabbed his legs also collapsed into a mist under the sudden burst of power. The Ghost lounged on a suspended black coffin, looking down at Baili An with disdain. Baili An was heavily injured again; his arms against the Vermilion Bird coffin felt as if they had been crushed by a huge hammer, fracture and flesh torn, the bright red of his sleeves soaking a deeper shade. His knees didn’t bend or break, but he was heavily embedded into the ground up to his ankles. Thud, thud, thud, thud, thud!!! This time he stepped back five steps, each one leaving a deep footprint on the ground. Fang Geyu’s sword was sealed, and that mysterious power could not be revived in a short time. Now she was just an ordinary young girl at the Kaiyuan realm. At the moment of Ghost’s explosive power, the coffin lid shook, and her leg against the Vermilion Bird coffin snapped with a sound, the bones breaking and her whole body seemed to be tossed high and hard, falling heavily to the ground. Fang Geyu, who had never experienced such pain, instantly turned pale as frost, cold sweat streaming, her leg throbbing painfully. Baili An caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye of the chatty girl by his side being tossed out in a sorry state, his face rarely turned ice cold. Fang Geyu fell to the ground, attempted to draw her sword, but even as the hilt’s seal remained ice-cold, it still wouldn’t budge. She angrily threw the sword back in the Qiankun Bag, bit her lip in pain, set her fractured and dislocated bones right, and then pulled out several needles tinged with glowworm starlight, swiftly piercing them into her leg. The wound on her leg healed instantly as if it were never there, but her face turned pale from the pain of the fast movements. Fang Geyu always had her share of life-saving and healing treasures. Holding several unused needles, she stubbornly made her way back to Baili An’s side. Seeing his legs trembling badly in the ground, she shook the needles in her hand and said with furrowed brows, “This is the Chongming Needle personally refined by my uncle Xue Cheng, tempered with Star Spiritual Power. Once it enters the body, it will transform into Starlight Power to repair the wounds, with an amazing healing effect. You just point where it hurts, and I’ll prick there. Your legs are shaking so much, you can’t even stand properly. Let me give you a couple of needles.” As she spoke, Fang Geyu’s small hand fairly rudely reached for his leg, “It’s not that I’m stingy, but it’s extremely difficult to refine these needles. Even my uncle needs a year to make just one, and I don’t have many left. I can’t just prick randomly; you have to tell me exactly where it hurts, don’t make me waste one by pricking the wrong spot.” The oil lamp that had been on the ground was already knocked over by the strong wind earlier, spilling oil and igniting. In the dim light, Baili An’s profile was pale as a ghost, the black strands of hair in front of his forehead falling across his eyebrows, Fang Geyu then noticed the weary blue undertone in his eyes. He glanced at the sparkling, yet sharp, Chongming Needle between his fingers, the corners of his mouth twitched ever so slightly, and then he averted his gaze, as if biting back his words, “I am afraid of pain, I won’t take the needle.” Now, he was boldly admitting his fear of pain. Fang Geyu really didn’t know whether to be angry or to laugh, but felt that this boy differed from his usual indifferent and fearless demeanor, and there was a meaning in his whispered words of fear that she couldn’t quite understand. Upon closer reflection, it seemed somewhat… plaintive and petulant. Fang Geyu narrowed her eyes, examining him carefully, reasoning that someone who could unflinchingly mutilate himself for her shouldn’t be so squeamish about these injuries. Belatedly, she realized something, and with a light cough, she awkwardly put away the needle in her fingers. Seeing her not backing down, still staring at him, Baili An felt a surge of irritation, and he glared, trying to look fierce as he said, “You… hurry up and get away, don’t… be a nuisance.” He stuttered again. Fang Geyu stood frozen on the spot for a moment, then, with trembling hands, ‘calmly’ put them behind her back and asked in an uncertain tone, “That… Si Chen, cough, you didn’t strain yourself… cough cough, hurt yourself, did you?” The step back he had been forced to take was indeed too violent; there was a trail of deep footprints on the ground. Besides, when she struck out in anger, she had left no room for mercy, and it would be strange if he could recover in a short while. When confronted with his vulnerability, his handsome, pale face flushed red, turning an amusing shade of alternating blue and red, as if he was quite irritated, his eyes wide, intending to scowl at her. But then he remembered that he was the one who had wronged her, it seemed right that he should bear the consequences. His harsh glare thus immediately waned, the annoyance he felt was swallowed back down, unable to vent, and the embarrassing question remained unanswerable. Baili An could only purse his lips tighter, turn his head away, and remain silent. Fang Geyu actually found his awkward manner somewhat endearing; no matter how she looked at it, it carried an unspoken air of sullen grievance. Knowing she was in the wrong but being unable to apologize, she said with a hint of coaxing in her voice, a sentence she hated herself for uttering. Clearing her throat, she said, “How about I rub it…”

Chapter 287 - 287 285 Rub It and It Won't Hurt Anymore

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