Yang Guo: I defied death and reached the heavens in The Return of the Condor Heroes

The name "Li Mochou" caught my eye.

Xiaolongnu's usually indifferent eyes narrowed slightly, and her slender eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Her usually aloof and serene face finally showed a faint ripple, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake in spring.

Although the movement is subtle and imperceptible, it is real.

Little Dragon Girl lowered her long eyelashes slightly and whispered two words:

"Senior sister?"

His gaze then lingered on Li Mochou's swollen and disheveled face, as if recalling past events, or perhaps pondering, before he softly asked:

"How did she get here? And why is she in this state?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Granny Sun did not answer directly. Instead, she turned to look at Yang Guo, the meaning in her eyes was self-evident.

Yang Guo caught the gaze from Granny Sun, then turned to meet Xiaolongnu's clear, indifferent eyes, and felt a slight unease rise in his heart.

In terms of closeness or distance, Li Mochou was ultimately Xiaolongnu's fellow disciple and senior sister.

He had slapped her face several times, knocking her unconscious, and now it was rather embarrassing to tell Xiaolongnu about it.

However, this thought only flashed through my mind for a moment before I quickly dismissed it.

He raised his hand and scratched the back of his head, then recounted the whole story.

Aside from the part about preparing congratulatory gifts, which he deliberately omitted, the rest of the account was told truthfully, without any ambiguity or concealment.

Little Dragon Girl stood quietly, listening attentively.

Her slender fingers hung naturally at her sides, her posture serene, her eyes cool and aloof.

When she heard about Li Mochou's madness, obsession, and humiliating defeat, her expression remained calm, showing no sign of joy or anger.

It was as if what he heard was nothing more than a trivial matter in the martial world, unrelated to his own affairs, and had nothing to do with the grudges between his sect or the friendship between his fellow disciples.

After Yang Guo's voice completely stopped, the stone chamber returned to deep silence.

Little Dragon Girl did not ask any further questions, nor did she show any emotion.

His gaze lingered on Li Mochou for a long time, and no one knew what she was thinking.

Just as she was intently examining him, Li Mochou, who was lying stiffly on the ground, suddenly let out a faint, indistinct groan.

Her slender fingertips, which were spread out on the cold bluestone, trembled almost imperceptibly a few times.

First, the index finger curled slightly, then all five fingers twitched in turn, like a drowning person struggling to survive, desperately trying to grasp something to rely on.

Then, her heavy, sore eyelids finally managed to open a narrow slit, revealing a sliver of cloudy light in her eyes.

His unfocused gaze gradually narrowed and focused as he blankly surveyed the unfamiliar surroundings.

The first thing that catches the eye is a gray-brown rock dome overhead, with dim candlelight casting varying shades of shadow.

Her cheeks were still swollen, and a burning pain was rising from deep within her skin.

The flickering candlelight stung her eyes, making them ache and her temples throb uncontrollably.

Each heartbeat brought forth excruciating pain, as if thousands of tiny needles were piercing deep into the skull.

An endless, dark wave seemed to surge through her mind, washing over her consciousness wave after wave, making it impossible for her to concentrate on anything.

She instinctively tried to raise her hand to press her swollen and throbbing head, but her whole body felt weak and her meridians were sluggish and sore.

He barely managed to raise his arm to mid-air before giving up and crashing heavily onto the cold stone floor with a dull thud.

A hoarse, painful groan escaped her lips once more.

The pronunciation was indistinct and fragmented, swirling and congesting in the throat, making it difficult to discern, and filled with extreme weakness and exhaustion.

Granny Sun suddenly heard a noise and saw that Li Mochou had finally woken up. She quickly bent down to get closer and wanted to check on her condition.

Her aged eyes held a mixture of concern, wariness, and a complex mix of emotions that were difficult to define.

Li Mochou turned her heavy eyes, her gaze laboriously focusing on the hunched old man crouching in front of her—his face was full of deep wrinkles, his temples were gray, and his warm, deep old eyes were staring at her without blinking.

Her lips opened and closed repeatedly, but her throat was dry and burning, and only faint murmurs drifted out intermittently, the words indistinct and no one could understand what she was trying to say.

Granny Sun's aged hands had carefully examined Li Mochou's body, confirming that she was not injured anywhere else. She then turned and nodded to Xiaolongnu.

Following the old man's gaze, Li Mochou struggled to turn her neck.

Through the flickering light and shadow, her gaze fell upon a graceful figure in white standing quietly not far away, and endless doubts welled up in her heart, almost suffocating her.

She wanted to ask where she was and who she was.

But all the words that welled up in my mouth ultimately turned into intermittent, weak murmurs:

"Who...who am I?...My head...my head hurts so much..."

Grandma Sun, hearing that her pronunciation was unclear, immediately moved closer and asked:

"What did you say? Say it again."

Li Mochou lay on the ground, staring at the approaching old man, her voice trembling as if forced out from the depths of her broken throat:

"Who are you?...Where am I?...My head...my head hurts so much..."

Granny Sun heard this clearly, but her heart trembled suddenly, and she stared at Li Mochou's empty and confused eyes for a long time.

Those eyes were now empty and clear, devoid of any trace of the love, hate, infatuation, or anger of the past; only the unique bewilderment, confusion, and utter helplessness of someone with amnesia remained.

Granny Sun couldn't tell whether she was pretending or not, so she suppressed her emotions and asked in a low voice:

"You really don't remember anything? You don't remember where this place is? You don't recognize me?"

Upon hearing these questions, it's unclear which part of the question provoked Li Mochou.

She suddenly found some strength, hurriedly raised her arms, and dug her fingers deep into her messy, sticky, black hair, pressing hard on her temples while muttering repeatedly:

"I don't remember... I don't remember... I don't remember anything... Who are you... Who am I... Why can't I remember anything!"

Her body began to tremble uncontrollably, from her fingertips to her arms, and then throughout her entire body.

His whole body felt like a withered leaf in the cold wind, shivering uncontrollably, with soft, suppressed moans of pain constantly escaping from between his teeth.

She curled her arms around her head, bent her knees against her chest and abdomen, and pressed her back firmly against the cold, hard stone ground, making herself into a small ball.

When Granny Sun saw her pitiful appearance, which seemed genuine, she felt a pang of pity.

She reached out to touch the other person's shoulder, gently comforting them:

"Don't move yet, your injuries—"

Unexpectedly, when her palm was still half an inch away from Li Mochou's clothes, Li Mochou suddenly turned sideways and retreated several feet as if burned by a raging fire!

She held her hands tightly in front of her, her body trembling like a leaf, and her voice suddenly rose in pitch, echoing sharply in the stone chamber:

"Who are you! Don't touch me! Don't touch me! Don't touch me!"