老攻身患绝症[穿书]

Chapter 58

Qiu Xing looked at his hands and then at Xie Yang, who never turned back. His cold voice became twisted and his breath was blocked. A quarter of an hour later, Xie Yang returned to the living room after eating breakfast to find that Qiu Xing was still there. He asked, “Aren’t you busy today?” 

Qiu Xing was silent and stared down at his email intently. Xie Yang raised his eyebrows. He sat on the armchair next to Qiu Xing and took out his phone. Weibo was lively. Lu Zhi had issued a statement in the early morning to end his cooperation with Mu Zhouyi. Now this statement was hanging high on the hot list. The Mu fans couldn’t believe it.

Huangtian’s Weibo forwarded Lu Zhi’s statement and expressed their support while Mu Zhouyi’s side was a quiet as a chicken.

Xie Yang was surprised. Wasn’t this directly shedding all pretence of cordiality?

It seemed that after removing the influence of the golden finger, Lu Zhi’s good impression of Mu Zhouyi on its own wasn’t good enough to endure Mu Zhouyi looking for a new home. Huangtian seemed to be provoked by Mu Zhouyi and decided to hit her. It was a pity that he couldn’t implant a vaccine in Lu Zhi. After Mu Zhouyi used her good will skill on Lu Zhi again, the situation that was unfavourable to Mu Zhouyi might be reversed. 

Xie Yang tapped on the phone case. He also couldn’t keep pursuing Mu Zhouyi’s poison in such a passive manner. His ability had just awakened and it wasn’t strong enough to cure Qiu Xing yet. He didn’t have a lot to waste on Mu Zhouyi. He had to find a way to prevent Mu Zhouyi from using her golden finger so brazenly.

Xie Yang fell into deep thought. Mu Zhouyi’s golden finger wasn’t unlimited. Each use required a certain amount of love value. If he compared the golden finger to a machine, the love value was the energy of the machine. It was well known that all things required energy to operate. Once it lost energy, it would become a waste product.

Waste. Xie Yang liked this word. He opened Hu Biao’s WeChat and sent a message.

Xie Yang: Help me gather something.

Hu Biao replied in seconds: What is it?

Xie Yang: Photos or videos of Mu Zhouyi always ‘accidentally’ touching others.

Hu Biao: Mu Zhouyi? What’s wrong with her? Why are you gathering this?

Xie Yang told Hu Biao a simple love story about a sly woman and a brain-dead relative who met each other and were poisoned. Then he concluded: I don’t like Mu Zhouyi and I want to pit her. 

Hu Biao sent a row of ellipses.

Bang.

Just then, there was the sound of something falling to the ground. Xie Yang raised his gaze and looked at where the sound came from. He saw that Qiu Xing was leaning against the sofa and had fallen asleep. The mobile phone in his hand slid down from his relaxed palm and hit the carpet.

Xie Yang looked at the time. Approximately an hour had passed since he poured his ability into Qiu Xing. One hour. It seemed this was the time it took for his ability to function autonomously in the patient’s body without being manipulated. 

Xie Yang got up and walked over. He lay Qiu Xing down flat on the sofa and pulled out a blanket. Perhaps it was psychological effect but Xie Yang always felt that the shadows under Qiu Xing's eyes were a bit lighter. Nevertheless, it wasn't enough.