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  Mo Qingchen struggled to open her eyes, and the familiar home decor made her close them immediately. Other book friends looked on normally.

  Stunned for a moment, he sneered at himself, thinking that the number of times he had fainted recently seemed to have increased, but found that just by twitching the corner of his mouth, a severe pain would come.

  Wouldn't it be that after staking one's life on gambling, or losing the gamble, how would that person treat themselves? I'm afraid they wouldn't dare to take things lightly again, and once they lose their usefulness, they would ruthlessly kill.

  It's even harder for a cultivator in the foundation-building stage to escape from someone who is fully prepared than it is to ascend to heaven.

  But after all, I have done my best, and there is nothing to regret.

  Hearing the sound of the door opening, Mo Qingchen didn't even bother to open his eyes, unable to tell whether it was despair or the helplessness of facing an irresistible reality.

  "Are you awake?" A gentle voice came over.

  Mo Qingchen suddenly opened his eyes and forced out two words: "Is it you?"

  What appeared in front of her was actually the man in grey who often bought wine from her wine stall.

  "You... you saved me? What's going on..." Mo Qingchen was extremely perplexed, and after saying a few words, cold sweat began to trickle down.

  The man in grey comforted her by patting her hand: "Don't move around, I was just passing by and happened to see you, so I brought you back to this inn."

  "What... what about that Foundation Building cultivator and the lion-like demonic beast?" Mo Qingchen felt that things were too coincidental, but he couldn't grasp the thread.

  "The man in grey paused for a moment and said: 'When I left, they had already perished together.'"

  The man in grey took out two storage bags, one of which was light green with white lotus flowers embroidered on it and a crooked "dust" character in the corner, exactly from Mo Qingchen's hand.

  "Is this your storage bag?" the man in gray asked.

  Mo Qingchen nodded slightly.

  The man in grey put the pale green storage bag beside Mo Qingchen and looked at another storage bag. He turned his head to Mo Qingchen and said, "That person, what's your relationship with him?"

  Mo Qingchen heard that the man was dead. He let out a huge sigh of relief, and when the gray-robed person asked him, he said: "It was him who brought me here."

  The man in grey listened and hummed, but didn't ask further, which made Mo Qingchen breathe a sigh of relief and suddenly feel good about this person.

  This person didn't rely on any life-saving favor towards himself to ask this and that, just this point alone is admirable.

  "You're quite seriously injured, I'm afraid you'll need to rest for a while before you can recover. I've already paid the spirit stone for this inn, so you can stay here with peace of mind. I've asked a friend to take care of you, and when you're healed, he'll send you back." The man in gray said slowly, his voice low and elegant, soothing to listen to.

  "What about you?"

  As soon as the words came out, his face couldn't help but flush with heat. What was wrong with him? Although he had been frightened and seriously injured over the past few months, after all, their relationship wasn't deep, and the other person had already done more than enough; how could he still think of asking for more?

  In fact, Mo Qingchen herself didn't even know that when she was at her weakest, she met someone familiar who could still be trusted. Wanting to grasp this lifeline was only human nature.

  The man in grey looked at Mo Qingchen and said, "I've finished what I needed to do here. I'll be returning to Tianyao City."

  Tian Yao City, other book friends can read normally: !

  Grandpa is still waiting for me to return in Tianyao City, at that time I promised grandpa that the earliest would be three months and the latest would be half a year, I will definitely go back. Now half a year has passed, but I have not returned yet, how worried grandpa must be!

  The temptation to go back was too great, and although he felt a bit overboard, Mo Qingchen still held onto a glimmer of hope and asked: "Can... can you take me with you?"

  The man in grey looked at Mo Qingchen, who pursed his lips and lowered his eyelids, feeling a bit embarrassed. He had always been independent, and this was the first time he had acted so unreasonably and asked for help.

  "After a while, the man in gray said: 'Return three days later, you rest first.'"

  She said, putting another storage bag beside her.

  Mo Qingchen was overjoyed and muttered: "Thank you."

  Looked at another storage bag, blinked puzzled eyes.

  The man in grey said, "I don't know what was snatched from you by that person, take a look yourself."

  Mo Qingchen was taken aback, so that's what he meant, he hadn't seen this storage bag before either. If he had seen the Ligu Dan and Shouyuan Fruit inside, he wouldn't have asked without asking.

  But is there really such a noble person in this world who, after saving someone, not only returns the lost item intact but also gives their own belongings to the person they saved?

  Mo Qingchen really didn't dare to believe that such a thing existed, and felt uneasy in his heart, saying: "This... I... I can't accept it."

  The man in grey robes glanced at Mo Qingchen and said, "There's not much inside, just one artifact, but it's something I won't be using, so you can rest assured." After finishing speaking, he stood up and walked towards the door.

  Mo Qingchen was stunned for a moment, seeing the person in gray clothes walk to the door, and asked bluntly: "How should I address you?"

  The man in grey stopped and said lightly, "My surname is Gu. Others can continue reading normally."

  "Thank you, Brother Gu." A clear and crisp voice came from behind him.

  The man in grey stopped for a moment, then opened the door and walked out.

  Mo Qingchu saw the gray-robed man leave, and only then did he use his divine sense to scan the storage bag left behind by the foundation-building cultivator. Afterwards, he was stunned for a moment.

  That's what Gu Da Ge said, and indeed there isn't much inside, except for a small number of spiritual stones, spiritual medicine, and some low-grade talismans, there is only a bowl-shaped magic tool quietly staying inside.

  This doesn't add up, the lack of spirit stones can be forgiven, but that person is a foundation-building cultivator, and for the sake of refining the Longevity Pill, he must have spent a large amount of spirit stones on buying spiritual herbs. But what about his own Separation and Solidification Pill? And the spiritual herbs needed to refine the Longevity Pill, where are they?

  Mo Qing's gaze swept to his own pale green storage bag, and a flash of inspiration struck him. With great difficulty, he stretched out his hand to grab it, and as soon as he did, his consciousness scanned its contents, leaving him stunned.

  As expected, in his storage bag, apart from the jade box containing the Lí Gù Dān, there were many other jade boxes. The spiritual medicines inside were all necessary for refining the Lí Gù Dān. In one of the jade boxes, there were three infant-like white fruits, which should be the legendary Shòu Yuán Guǒ.

  What was the Zhujiji period master thinking, how could he put all these in his storage bag? It seems that after the gray-clothed person picked up two storage bags and saw that one of them was his own, he didn't touch it. The other one swept through it and didn't find anything valuable, so he also handed it over to himself.

  In recent years, the man in grey has been buying spiritual wine from her, and Mo Qingchen had secretly guessed that he must be an elite disciple of the Dà Mén Pài, which is why he can afford to drink such expensive spiritual wine.

  Now this speculation is even more confirmed, that the bowl-shaped magic tool was used by the foundation-building monks, and he actually said it was useless, and casually gave it to himself. Which monk would be willing to give up except for the elite disciples?

  Is this... is this what they mean by "good luck after bad"?

  Mo Qingchen remained in a daze, feeling that things were somewhat absurd, and even wondering if he was dreaming.

  With a slight movement, a sharp pain came, and Mo Qingchen finally felt solid ground beneath his feet. It seemed it wasn't just a dream!

  After being shocked and delighted, Mo Qingchen only felt a wave of drowsiness wash over him, and he fell asleep in a daze.

  In the pavilion, a man in white clothes widened his eyes in surprise: "Brother Gu, are you going to take that little girl back with you?"

  The man in grey looked at him and said, "What's wrong with that?"

  The man in white clothes tapped the table with his fan: "Didn't you say earlier that the girl's injuries were quite severe and couldn't withstand the journey, wanting to leave her here to rest and entrust me to take care of her? How did you change your mind so quickly?"

  The man in grey didn't respond and continued: "We'll leave three days later."

  The man in white clothes looked at the man in gray clothes as if he were a stranger, and suddenly shook his fan and clapped his hands: "I know, it must be you who went to see that little girl, she brought it up. Brother Gu, what is your relationship with that girl? You seem to be different from others towards her?"

  Avoiding the inquiring gaze of the man in white, the person in gray said lightly: "You're overthinking."

  Three days later, the man in grey took Mo Qingchen and left the town. The two of them rode a flying symbol towards Tianyao City.

  Mo Qingchen once again confirmed that he was right, Qi Refining stage cultivators could not fly with their artifacts, if they wanted to fly, they had to rely on flying talismans, but flying talismans were not cheap either, only famous families or geniuses in the family could afford them.

  The speed of the flying talisman is much slower than that of the flying magic tool, and fortunately so, because with Mo Qingchen's physical condition, he can't withstand the pressure brought by the flying magic tool at all.

  "Brother Gu, when can we arrive at Tianyao City?" Mo Qingchen asked in a clear voice, sitting in front of the man in gray clothes.

  "It'll probably take more than a month, the other book friends are reading normally." The voice of the gray-clothed person came from behind, clear and light, but with a soothing power.

  The two of them sat together in the flying carriage, extremely close, and Mo Qingchen could even smell a faint scent of wine mixed with the man's unique body odor, very light and pleasant...

  For no reason, Mo Qingchen's face turned red. She was a real adult woman, and this was the first time she had been so close to an unrelated adult man...

  Mo Qingchen quickly glanced at him sideways, and the man in gray saw Mo Qingchen's face turn slightly red, asking: "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

  Asking like this, the flying crane symbol gradually descended onto the ground.

  Mo Qingchen hastily shook his head: "No."

  The man in grey gazed at her face for a moment: "Probably flew for too long, the body can't take it, sorry, I was careless."

  The man in grey spoke as he stretched out his hand and pressed it against Mo Qingchen's back, transmitting his own spiritual energy into her body, gently and slowly guiding the flow of spiritual energy within her.

  These days, the two of them have been flying and stopping like this. Every time they rest, the man in gray will carefully guide her to calm down the violent spiritual power inside her body, which is why she can recover so quickly.

  Unconsciously, Mo Qingchen had an inexplicable dependence on him.

  Especially the sudden extra thoughts she had just now, originally when the gray-clothed person was treating her wounds, she only felt grateful in her heart, but at this moment, she felt that the warmth transmitted from the skin contact between the two people behind her back made her heart flutter.

  Could it be that he... himself towards him...

  "Alright." The man in grey put away his hands and took out the demon beast he had caught two days ago, lit a fire, and concentrated on roasting it.

  As he watched him deftly flip the golden-brown roasted meat with his slender fingers, his eyes were focused and clear. Mo Qingchen suddenly became annoyed with himself.