in2ebook Chapter 142 was just an accident.
Chapter 142 was just an accident.
Besides, if Mo Shaoxie really had just arrived, how would he know where he was, and how would he have arrived at such a convenient time?
If he was there a long time ago, why didn't he show up given his personality, and why didn't he save him from the beginning instead of waiting until the last moment?
Unless he didn't want to show himself or be seen by me, and his appearance this time was only because I was on the verge of death and had no choice but to show myself...
Mo Shaoxie flicked Feng Jiutian's forehead and smiled helplessly: "What are you thinking about all day long? Aren't you tired? Take care of your injuries first."
After a pause, Mo Shaoxie ruffled Feng Jiutian's hair and smiled mischievously.
"If you miss me, just call me, and maybe I'll appear." After saying that, before Feng Jiutian could react and hit him, he picked up the unconscious shadow from the ground, jumped out of the window, and disappeared without a trace in a few breaths.
Feng Jiutian stared intently at the spot where Mo Shaoxie had disappeared, his face full of curiosity.
Feng Jiutian paused for a moment, then stood up and walked towards a room not far away with a clear goal in mind.
……
Inside the room, the Seventh Prince was fast asleep.
Feng Jiutian looked at the sleeping Seventh Prince with a suspicious and cold gaze.
Feng Jiutian slowly stepped forward, his spiritual power slightly gathering in his palm, and a huge ice wall covered the Seventh Prince.
However, the Seventh Prince did not react at all and remained asleep, as if he did not sense any danger.
Feng Jiutian was also confused now. He frowned slightly and stepped forward, wanting to investigate carefully.
Unexpectedly, her foot slipped, and she fell straight into the Seventh Prince's body.
She collapsed heavily onto the Seventh Prince, her blood, which had finally calmed down, surging again. Feng Jiutian lay pale-faced on him, panting heavily.
“Jiutian, you…” The Seventh Prince opened his eyes, looking at Feng Jiutian with a hazy and confused expression.
Upon seeing their posture, she blushed with embarrassment and stammered, "You, what are you doing here?"
Looking at the Seventh Prince's shy appearance, Feng Jiutian felt a strange sense of guilt.
It felt as if I were doing something to the Seventh Prince.
The door was suddenly pushed open, and Yun rushed in anxiously: "Are you alright?!"
Upon seeing the scene inside, Yun and the group of mentors and students following closely behind him were all stunned.
The scene before me was simply too erotic.
Feng Jiutian lay on top of the Seventh Prince, her clothes disheveled and her hair loose, looking as if she had been through something. The Seventh Prince beneath her had a flushed face.
Feng Jiutian's face darkened instantly. He got off the Seventh Prince and swayed as soon as he stood on the ground, his brows furrowed tightly.
This time, the damage was fundamental, and quite severe.
Yun rushed over and helped Feng Jiutian up, looking him up and down.
Feng Jiutian subtly pushed Yun away, saying, "I'm fine."
"Don't be stubborn, let the doctor take a look at you."
Following closely behind was an old man with a white beard, who was carrying a small medicine box and running quickly over.
The old man took Feng Jiutian's pulse, and after a while, he put away his small medicine box and shook his head: "It's nothing serious. Her internal injuries are quite severe, but a very magical power within her body is repairing her. For now, there shouldn't be any problems. She should recover soon."
Upon hearing this, Yun breathed a sigh of relief and saw the old man out the door.
The middle-aged man standing nearby asked seriously, "What just happened?"
Feng Jiutian remained silent, still deep in thought.
"Let me tell you, the academy's instructors just sensed an extremely powerful demonic energy. Anyone with that kind of power could defeat me effortlessly. I need you to tell me what happened and who that person is so the academy can make preparations."
The middle-aged man noticed Feng Jiutian's hesitation and spoke earnestly and seriously, slowly explaining the seriousness of the matter.
She would never normally use her demonic power, but this time the power was so overwhelming that it made her wary.
If someone with this kind of demonic power wants to do evil, it will cause a bloodbath.
Extremely powerful demonic energy?
Is it a sissy, or that shadowy figure...?
Feng Jiutian pondered inwardly, his face remaining impassive: "Just now, someone suddenly barged in and attacked me. I was no match for him and was defeated. But then he suddenly left."
His words were simple and clear, yet they made the middle-aged man frown.
Why did that person break into your room?
This is the point that middle-aged people are most suspicious of.
Even if Feng Jiutian has any strength now, that's her future potential. Right now, she's just a talented little girl. In such a vast royal academy, how could that person have barged into Feng Jiutian's room?
"I do not know her."
Feng Jiutian spoke firmly.
He didn't offend many people; Qian Wanyi and Feng Lingyu could never possibly know someone so powerful. Otherwise, they would have sent someone to kill her last time.
This person's purpose is unknown, but what is certain is that she is extremely powerful.
"That person must have been in disguise."
Yun thought with a headache, then looked at the disheveled Feng Jiutian and comforted her, saying, "You should recover first. I'll report to the school, and they'll send someone to protect you."
The middle-aged man, who had been deep in thought, left the house when he heard Yun say that, realizing it was too late to disturb her any longer.
As soon as the middle-aged man left, a group of mentors who were not familiar with Feng Jiutian also hurriedly left.
Before leaving, the students kept turning back to look at the Seventh Prince, their faces full of ambiguity.
"Be careful these next few days, and don't go to places where there are few people. I'll find a place to stay near you to protect you. Safety first."
After saying that, Yun anxiously walked out of the house.
This incident is far too serious, and the entire academy has gone on high alert.
I don't know how many years it has been since I've been this serious.
Looking at the Seventh Prince, whose face was flushed, Feng Jiutian felt like a sinner for the first time: "It was just an accident."
The Seventh Prince suddenly smiled, his face full of tenderness.
"Well, it was an accident."
Feng Jiutian inexplicably felt embarrassed.
The Seventh Prince's tone was so ambiguous that even she herself found it suggestive.
Feng Jiutian coughed lightly: "In that case, let's go to sleep. It's getting late."
"So, will Jiutian rest here?" the Seventh Prince asked with a smile. "I won't do anything."
Feng Jiutian pondered for a moment.
My room was covered in signs of a fight; it was definitely uninhabitable.
It's more reassuring here than anywhere else, and besides, I desperately need a quiet place to heal.
"Alright." Feng Jiutian bowed slightly, sat down on the ground as if they were old friends, and slowly circulated the depleted spiritual energy in his body to nourish his severely damaged meridians.