The King's Avatar: The Sword Immortal Returns

Chapter 71 Ye Xiu: I don't think that's necessary.
"Hey—no, boss, listen to me! Hey!"

Before Ye Xiu could even explain, Chen Guo had already strode away with Su Mucheng. Before leaving, Su Mucheng gave Ye Xiu a helpless look, then quietly gestured...
From Su Mucheng's lip movements, Ye Xiu deduced Mucheng's meaning:
Go easy on me, Brother Ye!

Actually, Ye Xiu could see Su Mucheng's feelings for Mo Qian, of course. Think about it, even a clueless guy like Ye Xiu could see it. But Mo Qian just wouldn't get it; for some reason, he wouldn't actually be with Mucheng.
Ye Xiu was getting a little impatient. Today, Ye Xiu was going to settle all his old and new scores here.
"Old Mo—"

Ye Xiu's voice was extremely deep, like the voice of a demon.
"Um, well, Lao Ye, you need to calm down and think more optimistically. Actually, neither of us is in a relationship. I think you probably don't care about the rumors, right?"

Ye Xiu certainly wouldn't care, but he was afraid that Mu Cheng would be heartbroken, so Mo Qian's fate was truly inescapable.

"what!!!"

Mo Qian's desperate screams echoed from upstairs, continuing unabated. Su Mucheng looked at Chen Guo, who sat calmly at the front desk, with some concern and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Guoguo, is this really okay?"

Chen Guo looked at Su Mucheng with a pained expression and replied:
"Don't worry, Mu Cheng, they'll be down in a bit."

Chen Guo felt that Su Mucheng had suffered a great emotional blow, but in reality, it was just Ye Xiu and the other two joking around. However, since Chen Guo was so insistent, Mucheng could only listen to her.

When Mo Qian and Ye Xiu came downstairs, the regular customers at the internet cafe and the receptionist were all trying to suppress their laughter as they looked at them.

"Hey? Brother Ye, pfft, you... haha... how come you and Brother Mo both have matching matching bags? Hahaha!"

You wouldn't believe it until you see it, and it's true! Both Ye Xiu and Mo Qian have a rather large bump on their heads, though Mo Qian's is a bit bigger than Ye Xiu's. The reason, of course, is that they were injured a second time.

"Yeah, yeah—Brother Ye, your look is absolutely hilarious, hahaha."

Ye Xiu's glorious image has been officially shattered. Originally, Ye Xiu was seen as a mysterious and somewhat humorous master, but now he's probably just that guy with the big bag.

"What are you laughing at? And you, Mu Cheng, stop being naughty—"

Ye Xiu said helplessly. He wanted to sleep a little longer with his materials, but Su Mucheng and Mo Qian attacked him. However, it was actually quite good to vent his anger through Mo Qian, even if it was a bit of a waste for Mo Qian.

"MoMo, come here, come here."

Mu Cheng waved to Mo Qian, signaling him to come over. Luckily, Su Mu Cheng had come fully disguised; otherwise, with so many people in the internet cafe, it would have been quite troublesome if someone had taken a picture of her face.
Everyone assumed that this heavily armed oddball was just a friend of the boss.

Mo Qian saw Mu Cheng beckoning and walked over with some curiosity.

"What's wrong, Mu Cheng? Is something the matter?"

Mo Qian basically never refused Mu Cheng's requests. Mu Cheng was the only little princess in Mo Qian's heart, and as a knight, of course Mo Qian had to fulfill all of his princess's wishes.

However, what Mo Qian didn't know was that Mu Cheng didn't want him to remain a knight forever. Su Mu Cheng had always known that Mo Qian considered her his best knight, which was what made Mu Cheng angry.
Sometimes Mu Cheng even wondered if she wasn't charming enough, that Mo Qian hadn't shown her any interest in her for so many years.
"You, you lie down." Su Mucheng supported Mo Qian's head and placed it on her knees. Just as Mo Qian felt something was wrong and tried to get up, Su Mucheng pressed Mo Qian's head down, and her small hand somehow touched the small bump on Mo Qian's head.

"what--"

Mo Qian was in so much pain that he couldn't move and could only let Su Mucheng do as she pleased. Mo Qian truly swore:
It's not that I don't want to get up, it's that Mu Cheng lacks martial ethics—

Ye Xiu looked at Mu Cheng with satisfaction. He wondered who Mu Cheng had learned her personality from; perhaps she had learned a lot from Ye Xiu—otherwise, Mu Cheng wouldn't have so many strategies. It was all Ye Xiu's fault.

"Hmm, he's a promising young man."

Mo Qian looked like he'd been completely ruined. Who said a lap pillow was the most comfortable thing? All Mo Qian felt was excruciating pain.

"Boss, do you have safflower oil?"

Chen Guo only realized what was happening when Mu Cheng reminded her. She quickly took out the safflower oil from the front desk drawer and handed it to Su Mu Cheng, while looking at Mo Qian, who was oblivious to his good fortune, with envy.

"You really deserve to die—"

This was absolutely Chen Guo's true inner thought. Chen Guo swore that she really wanted to strangle Mo Qian right now and then take his place. After all, it was Su Mucheng's lap pillow, and you were still looking so unwilling.
Perhaps this is what happens when those who have something become complacent, while those who don't are forever consumed by longing.

What Chen Guo had always dreamed of achieving, Mo Qian actually accomplished, even though Mo Qian was injured and didn't feel any comfort whatsoever.

But what Mo Qian didn't know was that an even more unpleasant moment was yet to come. Anyone who has ever applied medicine to their head knows just how painful that feeling can be.
Mo Qian had never done this before, so he didn't stop Su Mucheng. He'd find out soon enough.
Three, two, one

"Ah! Help! Help! Help!"

When Su Mucheng gently applied the safflower oil, Mo Qian immediately sprang to his feet, jumped, but Su Mucheng pressed him down again. She applied the oil again, he jumped again, she applied the oil again, he jumped again!

…………

Later, Mo Qian was completely unable to jump anymore. He lay listlessly on Su Mucheng's lap, staring at the ceiling, quietly contemplating the meaning of life.
When Mo Qian got up, the bag didn't seem to have shrunk at all; in fact, it seemed to have gotten even bigger. However, this was normal and would gradually disappear after a while.

At this moment, Su Mucheng smiled and looked at Ye Xiu.
Ye Xiu's heart suddenly skipped a beat. He then unleashed the speed he used when he ran away from home, sprinting to the other side, leaving behind only one sentence:

"I don't think that's necessary."

(End of this chapter)