Time seemed to have frozen. Only she and him were left looking at each other.
Yan Lie looked at the stunned Leng Mei in his arms for a long time, his thin lips slowly raised, and his voice was low and gentle: "Mei'er throws herself into her arms so enthusiastically, I'm really flattered."
Leng Mei came to her senses and hurriedly pushed him away. Her hand accidentally touched Yan Lie's arm. Yan Lie's handsome face, which had been smiling as usual just now, suddenly turned white.
He took two steps back and covered his left arm, cold sweat dripping from his forehead.
Leng Mei was used to his arrogant and arrogant look, and had never seen him look so weak and painful. She was startled, and quickly stepped forward to support him and asked nervously: "What's wrong with you?"
Yan Lie calmed himself down and chuckled: "It's nothing, just a minor injury."
Of course Leng Mei didn't believe it. She frowned and stared at him: "Show me!"
Yan Lie didn't want to, so he turned around and walked towards the pavilion. As he walked, he said, "Let's take a rest tonight and I'll go back tomorrow. There's no point in looking."
Leng Mei suddenly caught up and stopped in front of him, asking angrily: "Why don't you show me where you are injured? If you treat me as an outsider, why do you lie to me with so many sweet words?"
Yan Lie looked at her stubborn expression and slowly lifted up the sleeve of his left hand. Leng Mei looked at her and saw that his arm muscles were well-proportioned and strong, and his skin was fair, with no visible injuries at all.
She was confused now. A few days ago, Yan Lie suddenly fell into the lotus pond in her Tingfeng Garden, and when he was still changing clothes in her room, she didn't see any wounds on his body.
Is it an internal injury?
Yan Lie smiled, made a gesture with his right hand, and flicked his left arm. After a while, the originally intact arm gradually became bloody, and a hideous wound extended from his shoulder blade to his elbow.
"Masters who practice illusion skills usually have ways to temporarily repair wounds. In fact, to put it bluntly, it's just a blind eye." Yan Lie explained calmly.
Leng Mei took a breath of air. The scorching wound was so deep that the bones could be seen, and the muscles inside were opened, which was indescribably terrifying.
"How could it be so seriously injured?" Leng Mei felt a surge of anger in her heart for some reason. She was not only dissatisfied with Yan Lie's strong support, but also shocked by Tantai Mingmie's cruelty.
In her impression, Tantai Mingmie, gentle and elegant, was not the kind of person who could kill others.
Yan Lie put down his sleeves, curled his lips, and smiled proudly: "Of course it's because he was injured more seriously than me."
That was probably the only rare showdown between the young heads of two major families in more than four hundred years. At that time, both he and Tantai Mingmie had murderous intentions. It could arouse even the indifferent Tantai Mingmie.
With murderous intentions, one can imagine how far the duel between the two has reached.
Leng Mei frowned: "What about your injury? Why haven't you seen any signs of healing for so long? Aren't you very powerful? How did you get to this point?"
Yan Lie was slightly surprised. He didn't expect Leng Mei to study wounds.
He shook his head: "You don't understand. This wound was injured by Tantai Mingmie's spiritual power, so it has never been able to heal. We must wait for seven or seventy-nine days before the spiritual power attached to the wound subsides."
When Leng Mei heard this, she cried out: "Seven, seven and forty-nine days? Aren't the wounds all rotten? This arm will be useless!"
Seeing her fuss, Yan Lie sneered: "What else can we do? The Tantai family's spiritual attack has always been the most powerful, and there is no way to heal until the spiritual power attached to the wound subsides. Unless..."
"Unless what?" Leng Mei asked quickly.
Yan Lie smiled half-heartedly and said: "Unless Tantai Mingmie himself comes to help me heal my wounds and absorb the spiritual power from the wounds. But do you think he will be willing? Besides, he was seriously injured by me, and he is probably in retreat at this time.
