As Wen Xiao’ai uttered the words of the blood oath, the Golden Core above Shangguan Yu’s chest where a drop of fingertip blood had landed suddenly emitted a light even stronger than before, completely overshadowing the purple light in the surgical room. Within this golden light, there were faint strands of red light akin to fresh blood.
After the Golden Core burst into brilliant light for a mont, it dimd at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Wen Xiao’ai’s pale little face was gradually covered in cold sweat, and her spell-casting hand was trembling uncontrollably, clearly at the end of her strength.
The light from the Golden Core grew weaker and weaker, and Wen Xiao’ai beca more and more strained.
At this mont, her small face was completely devoid of color, even her lips, and her vision kept darkening, yet she stubbornly persisted.
After an indeterminate amount of ti, when the light from the Golden Core was completely exhausted, Wen Xiao’ai expended the last of her Spiritual Power, and Shangguan Yu’s floating body lost support, falling back onto the surgical table.
The sound of two bodies hitting the ground almost echoed simultaneously.
"Sister..."
At the mont Wen Xiao’ai collapsed, the barrier she had set up in the surgical room vanished, and everything returned to silence.
The Golden Core returned to its host, and at the mont the Golden Core returned to Wen Xiao’ai’s body, she underwent a transformation...
"ow～"
"ow～"
The two weak ows made Jun Moyan, who was sitting on a bench outside the surgical room, suddenly open his eyes.
His eyes, filled with grief, were montarily stagnant, as if unsure of what he had just heard.
"ow～"
Once more, a ow even weaker than before was heard.
This owing sound was all too familiar to Jun Moyan.
"Xiaoguai."
He almost reflexively stood up, but nearly lost his balance as his legs were weak and he had risen too quickly.
He turned around and rushed into the surgical room in a sowhat clumsy manner.
Jun Moyan imdiately saw the limp, soft pink-and-white kitten lying there with eyes struggling to stay open.
His heart gave a violent leap, and he fell into a panic.
He hurriedly rushed forward and carefully picked up Wen Xiao’ai.
"Xiaoguai?"
"Xiaoguai?"
"What happened to you?"
Jun Moyan reached out to touch the red spot on Wen Xiao’ai’s forehead, bringing his fingertip, stained with a trace of blood, to his nose for a gentle sniff.
Blood!
"What happened to you? What happened? Where is the blood from?"
Jun Moyan was imdiately at a loss, wanting to check if Wen Xiao’ai was injured, yet afraid of accidentally hurting her wound.
"ow～"
Wen Xiao’ai weakly raised a small paw, pointing at Shangguan Yu on the surgical table.
Jun Moyan was montarily stunned, then instinctively looked over, as if guessing sothing.
He stood still for a mont, then sowhat chanically moved his feet toward the surgical table, slowly approaching it.
He, who did not dare look at Shangguan Yu’s face, now fixated his eyes on it.
Jun Moyan held his breath, watching Shangguan Yu’s face without blinking, the silence so profound that he could hear his heart racing.
Suddenly, Jun Moyan’s eyes flew wide open, his pupils contracting intensely in disbelief.
His eyes were full of disbelief.
He seed to, seed to see Shangguan Yu’s eyelashes tremble...
Jun Moyan almost couldn’t believe what he saw, thinking he was hallucinating, his heart so tight with tension that it was in his throat.
As if to prove that what he saw wasn’t an illusion, Shangguan Yu, who had been lying quietly, suddenly moved a finger lightly.
Though the movent was so slight it could be easily overlooked, Jun Moyan still saw it.
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