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Chapter 52 When Qing Yi’s expression tempts me

Chapter 52: Chapter 52 When Qing Yi’s expression tempts me

Because her view was blocked by the desk, Wen Xiao’ai couldn’t see who had come in.

But with that voice and the smell of alcohol, Wen Xiao’ai didn’t need to see to know who it was.

It was the drunkard who at first said she was beyond saving and wanted to put her out of her misery, then haggled with Jun Moyan, asking to keep her for two days, when in fact, he wanted to capture her for research.

Jun Moyan seemed like a fairly normal person, so why were all his friends so... offbeat?

One would avoid her as if she were a ghost upon sighting her, that White Robe;

Another was infuriating, loved to speak ill of others, and randomly named people, that annoying ghost;

And then there was one overwhelmed by wine, yet dared to vie with King Yan for a life...

In comparison, it seemed Xiaocha and Qing Yi were the most normal.

Jun Moyan placed Wen Xiao’ai on top of the desk, stood up, walked over to the sofa,

Sat down on it, and glanced at the drunkard who seemed to be asleep.

He then promptly started to unfasten the top few buttons of his shirt and kicked the drunkard.

The drunkard opened his eyes reluctantly, then turned away.

His eyes, which had been too tired to stay open, were startled upon seeing Jun Moyan exposing almost half his shoulder, first frozen, then their gaze turned somewhat strange:

"What are you doing, seducing me in front of Qing Yi or what?"

As he spoke, the drunkard quickly adjusted his own neckline which he had just pulled open:

"Did you call me here just to undress for me? I’m not into that."

"..." Jun Moyan’s eyes cooled slightly, his expression darkening.

Qing Yi, who was initially speechless from the drunkard’s antics, was soon shocked by the wounds on Jun Moyan:

"Third Master, your, your injuries... how have they recovered so quickly?"

Although he hadn’t seen how serious Jun Moyan’s injuries were, they were definitely no minor wounds.

Even if they were light, after only one day and two nights, it would be impossible for them to heal this fast.

"I called you here to check if there’s something wrong with my body." Jun Moyan looked towards the nervously excited drunkard.

This morning, when he woke up and saw the healing speed of his wounds, he was shocked.

At this rate, an injury that would usually take a month to fully recover might heal in about a week.

Moreover, he discovered that the old scars on his body seemed to be fading, growing lighter.

And last night, after making eye contact with that crow, his Vital Energy was severely drained; he had thought he would wake up today feeling dizzy and swollen-headed, but he didn’t.

Wen Xiao’ai, who had overheard their conversation, looked at the wound on Jun Moyan’s left shoulder.

She thought to herself, seeing Jun Moyan’s puzzled look, that his previous injury recovery speed must have been like that of an ordinary person.

This time, however, it was clearly different.

The healing speed had increased?

But didn’t his body already possess a strange energy that could help people heal, replenish others’ Vital Energy, and even repair an inner core?

She had been thinking whether the energy in his body could be used for herself.

Now it seemed that what couldn’t be used before might now be possible.

But why all of a sudden it could be used?

Was it related to her?

It couldn’t be, she had lost all her Mana and couldn’t do anything to him. She still needed his energy to heal her own injuries.

Could it be that some talisman had been reinforcing his body, and now that the talisman was gone, the energy was released, so she could use it?

If this had happened in any of the other Six Realms it wouldn’t have been so strange,

But this was the Human Realm, and Jun Moyan was human. Although sometimes he looked more terrifying than King Yan or the King of the Underworld, he was still just a human.

Wen Xiao’ai was also puzzled.

The drunkard slightly raised an eyebrow, standing up with renewed interest, approached Jun Moyan, and with fingers prettier than those of a woman, poked at his wound.

"This... is really from the injury you sustained the night before?" asked the drunkard.

"Mhm," Jun Moyan confirmed with a

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