Max Level Metaphysician: A Debt Repayment Journey…?
Chapter 673: President Fu Has Tricked Again

Chapter 673: Chapter 673: President Fu Has Tricked Again

Xia Xin watched Qing Yue leave and then turned to Fu Shiyan, "President Fu, our Abbot she..."

Fu Shiyan interrupted him, saying, "Jianchuan, take him out to rest."

Xia Xin’s eyes grew wide, no, what do you mean go out?

He hadn’t finished speaking yet!

"Okay."

Before Xia Xin could say another word, Duan Jianchuan grabbed his arm, "Let’s go out first."

With that, he forcibly dragged Xia Xin out.

Xia Xin tried to break free from his grip, but Duan Jianchuan’s hand was like an iron clamp, firmly pinning his arm.

No matter how much Xia Xin struggled, he couldn’t escape.

He could only be led away by Duan Jianchuan.

As he took him out, Duan Jianchuan was particularly considerate and closed the door behind them.

Meanwhile.

Fu Shiyan sat back down beside the bed.

Looking at the wound on Jiangli’s hand, Fu Shiyan’s expression turned grave as he covered her palm with his hand.

It was as if doing so could swiftly heal Jiangli’s injury.

In the midst of a heavy stupor, Jiangli had a bizarre and splendid dream.

In the dream, there was drought, the land was cracked, and corpses were everywhere.

She furrowed her brow slightly, and the next second, her dream transformed into an endless expanse of vast oceans and glaciers.

Her perspective was from below, looking up at the layers of ice, as if she was trapped underneath a glacier.

Immediately after, Jiangli was plunged into darkness.

In the dark, a dull pain coursed through her limbs and bones, as if someone was hacking her bones with a large knife, one chop at a time.

Jiangli hissed, uncomfortably furrowing her brow and subconsciously gripping her palm.

But she grasped a pair of hands.

She was baffled for a moment but then felt a surge of Qi.

Jiangli, like a fish gasping for water or a completely dried sponge, tightly held onto that hand and began to voraciously absorb his Qi.

The Qi flowed into her of its own accord, mending her broken bones as if they were regrowing and like a downpour of sweet rain, moisturizing the parched land.

The cracked earth in her dream seemed to be nourished.

Jiangli gradually regained some consciousness and opened her eyes in confusion, only to see a familiar face.

"Awake?" Fu Shiyan immediately asked when he saw her come to.

Jiangli stared blankly, "President Fu, why are you here?"

Fu Shiyan said, "I have something to look for you, don’t ask about me now, how do you feel?"

Upon hearing this, Jiangli then noticed that she was holding Fu Shiyan’s hand. She paused for a moment, but didn’t let go, instead she laughed self-deprecatingly, "This time, I might need to use President Fu’s Qi a bit earlier than expected."

Fu Shiyan frowned, "How did you get so severely injured all of a sudden?"

Jiangli paused for a moment, "I forgot, or rather, I was careless."

Fu Shiyan frowned, seemingly dissatisfied with her response.

Jiangli smiled at him, "President Fu, can you do me this favor?"

Fu Shiyan helplessly loosened his frown, "How do you want me to help you?"

"Don’t do anything, just sit here," Jiangli winked unapologetically at him.

She had helped Fu Shiyan, all for the sake of Qi.

The deal was clear, a mutual exchange of needs, nothing to fuss about.

Upon hearing this, Fu Shiyan raised an eyebrow and said, "Just sit here like this? Lili, it’s too tiring."

Before Jiangli could reply.

Fu Shiyan offered himself, "Would it be okay if I lie down beside you?"

Jiangli, not one to care for propriety between men and women, but... she also felt this might not be quite appropriate.

But she desperately needed Fu Shiyan’s Qi now.

Lying on the same bed wasn’t really an issue.

She seemed to recall sleeping on big communal sleeping platforms with other so-called senior martial brothers in the past.

With this thought, Jiangli quickly accepted, "Alright then."