The Mirror of Startling Beauty: Her courtiers are everywhere

"Junior sister, are you hungry?"

Jiu Fangzhi glanced out the window.

The reflection on the window paper was no longer of the city's shimmering light, but of a thick, almost solidified black, as dark as ink and as heavy as lead.

He locked the door and then went to the window to check every latch.

He gently pressed his slender fingers on the window frame, making sure it fit perfectly before withdrawing his hand.

The mechanical block fell from his palm and unfolded with a "click" into a metallic chair.

He sat by the window, not daring to cross the line even slightly, but simply looked up at Tang Xixue, his voice even gentler than before.

"We've traveled for so long, we need to use some supplies."

As he spoke, he took out a small food box from his storage bag.

The lid was lifted, revealing several pastries neatly arranged inside.

The light blue jasmine pastry, osmanthus tea cake, and glass roll are all only the size of a copper coin, showing that they were made with great care.

He gently placed the food box on the table, pushed it towards Tang Xixue, and then loosened the lid of the water bag and placed it next to the food box.

The spring water in the water bag was still steaming slightly; he had warmed it beforehand.

"Have something to eat first. I'll make you something hot once we get out."

As for the idea of ​​sharing a bed with his junior sister, he didn't even consider it.

Or rather, he dared not think about it.

"My senior brother is always so considerate."

Tang Xixue curved her lips into a smile, but instead of immediately taking the pastries, she raised her wrist and gently traced the patterns on the Heart of Snow with her fingertips.

"However, I need to check on Xingmi's condition first. Although I've already taken Yinkong into my spatial storage to take care of him on the way, I'm still worried."

Jiu Fangzhi nodded slightly and did not make another sound to disturb him.

He simply moved the food box half an inch closer to her and then sat quietly by the window, keeping watch.

Tangxi Xue entered the space of Cangxue Zhixin.

The Silver Dragon Xingmi was lying on the spiritual meadow in the space. Its huge dragon body was curled up, and its silver scales had lost their former brilliance, looking as dull as if they were covered with a layer of gray.

Those usually arrogant dragon eyes were now half-closed, silver eyelashes covering their eyelids, and even their breathing was extremely shallow.

It was as if they were afraid that if they used even a little more strength, they would exhaust their remaining energy.

The little white cat, Yin Kong, was squatting to the side, its sapphire blue eyes fixed on him, its fluffy tail swaying gently.

"Meow--"

Upon seeing Tang Xixue arrive, it immediately went to greet her happily.

The space within the Heart of Azure Snow possesses an extremely rich vitality.

Ordinary wounds will heal on their own if left here for a short time.

But Xingmi's injuries showed no signs of improvement.

The cracks caused by the demon-suppressing chains still revealed grotesque flesh and blood, with an eerie dark red glow emanating from the edges of the wounds.

"Master, you've arrived."

"Xingmi, you stay here and recover. I will find a way to save you."

Tangxi Snow controlled Cangxue's Heart, transforming a wisp of the purest vitality into a stream of emerald green, gently enveloping the Silver Dragon of Wind and Snow.

She carefully avoided the dark red runes, trying to seep in little by little, starting from the shallowest part of the wound.

"Thank you, Master..."

Xingmi weakly opened her eyes.

The pride and stubbornness of his youth were now replaced by grievance and self-blame. His dragon whiskers twitched slightly, his voice was low and hoarse, and the last syllable of his voice carried an unconcealed sob.

"Xingmi, how did you manage to make yourself look so pathetic?"

Tang Xixue asked with heartache, her voice gentle, as if she were comforting a wronged child.

She stroked his dragon head, warm and gentle, without a trace of reproach.

"Master, I saw a huge silver-blue divine tree at the bottom of the lake."

Xingmi struggled to lift her head, her silver eyelashes trembling as she recalled the scene.

"That tree is exactly the same as the one at the top of the celestial palace."

"I thought this must be an important clue, so I wanted to go and check it out for my master..."

He lowered his head slightly, and his voice also became softer.

"But who knew that as soon as we got close to the divine tree, the demon-subduing array activated on its own. The array patterns lit up from the bottom of the lake, covering the sky and the earth, with chains everywhere."

"I tried to break free, but those chains were covered with demon-suppressing runes, and each link suppressed my power. The more I struggled, the tighter they bound me."

"I couldn't escape..."

"Am I really useless? Master, it's all my fault... that you were put in danger."

His voice choked.

Tang Xixue listened quietly to the end.

She reached out and gently stroked Xingmi's lowered dragon head, her fingertips tracing the patterns on his scales with tenderness.

Her gaze held no reproach, only heartache.

Those peach blossom eyes held not anger, nor disappointment, but a calm and warm tenderness, like the only lamp lit in a snowy winter night.

"Xingmi, I don't blame you, nor have I ever thought you were useless."

Xingmi suddenly raised her head, and Long's eyes met hers.

He originally thought he would be scolded.

After all, he was so reckless, rushing into the trap without checking beforehand and injuring himself so badly, that his master had to come and rescue him.

But she didn't.

She was saying—I don't blame you.

"But..." His voice trembled slightly, "I was too impulsive. If I hadn't been so reckless, Master wouldn't have—"

"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't know about the existence of that divine tree, nor would I know that the real Glazed Immortal Palace might be at the bottom of the Fallen God Lake."

Tang Xixue interrupted him, her voice gentle yet firm.

"You were injured while scouting ahead for me. This wasn't recklessness, it was courage."

"Brave people should not be blamed when they are injured."

Her fingertip stopped on the tip of his dragon horn and tapped it lightly.

The gesture carried a hint of affectionate doting, like poking the forehead of a child who was overthinking.

"So, there's no need to blame yourself."

The Snow Dragon stared at her blankly.

She felt nothing but heartache for him.

It brought tears to his eyes, and his heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled.

A layer of scalding moisture welled up in his dragon eyes.

He quickly turned his head away and covered his eyes with his front paws, not wanting his owner to see him shed tears.

But tears still seeped from between its claws, falling drop by drop onto the spirit meadow, turning into beautiful rhinestones that made the emerald green leaves tremble gently.

"Xingmi, why are you crying?"

Tang Xixue was slightly taken aback, and gently patted his dragon claw.

Her voice was filled with tenderness.

"Is it too painful? Don't be afraid, it will be alright. I will find a way, don't cry."

"Master, I didn't cry."

Xingmi's muffled voice came from between her claws, carrying a strong nasal tone.

He is a mighty, snow-covered dragon, not a crying baby.

But damn it, why can't I stop crying?

"I am a dragon."

He stubbornly insisted, but his voice became even hoarser.

"Yes, I know. Xingmi is a majestic snow dragon, a dragon that can soar through the sky and dive into the sea."

Tang Xixue continued speaking, her voice carrying a hint of seriousness.

"It's also my most important little silver dragon."

"Really? I'm the most important..."

Xingmi peered at her through the gaps in the claws, and the entire dragon was stunned.

He thought there was no better master in the world than her.

Fortunately, fortunately, he abandoned the darkness and chose her.