Female lead: No, it's me again??

Chapter 372 Loss of Taste

"I'm telling you, you can't tell Feng Siyue, understand?"

"what?"

"I have lost my sense of taste."

Shenya: "???"

Her voice was urgent, "Ah Li, you've lost your sense of taste? These past few days..."

Xuan Li smiled and slowly rubbed the knuckles of his left hand.

"That's because I didn't want Feng Siyue to worry, Ya Ya. Not only do I have no sense of taste, but I also always feel like all the bones in my body are aching..."

"Tell me, how much longer can I last like this?"

It would be a lie to say I'm not afraid of death.

Despite Feng Siyue's care for her like a child, her fear never lessened in the slightest.

Can fear solve the problem?

Moreover, her own problem is bigger than anything else.

As her blood rushed to her head, Xuan Li closed her mouth, but a little blood still seeped from the corner of her mouth, staining her fair chin red.

“Ali…”

Upon seeing this, Shen Ya's tone was filled with surprise, doubt, and deep worry!

Why is Ali's current state similar to that of someone who used their last chance?

What is the reason?

Shen Ya suddenly remembered something and froze on the spot!

Could it be that the incident at Shaquan has already triggered it?

Do not!

This is impossible!

Does that count?

Her heart was filled with disbelief and enveloped in deep self-blame!

how come?

how could be?

If it has already been triggered, doesn't that mean...Ah Li's life is already on a countdown?!

Do not!

Will not!

Shen Ya kept asking herself the same questions, denying them over and over again, almost to the point of madness!

Her wings even had purple demonic patterns on them!

Xuan Li took out a handkerchief she had prepared beforehand from her sleeve, vomited blood, and then wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth before saying, "Ya Ya, I'm fine, I'm just a little listless."

She turned her head as if to say something, but her gaze turned to surprise. "Ya Ya, when did your wings get dyed purple?"

Xuan Li reached out to wipe it.

Purple?

Shen Ya snapped out of her daze and hurriedly put away the demonic rune before Xuan Li could touch it. "Maybe it was an accident~"

The purple color disappeared, and Xuan Li said, "Then you were too careless."

A deep drowsiness washed over her; she yawned, closed the window, went back to bed, and closed her eyes.

"Ya Ya, I'm going to sleep."

Shenya remained silent.

After a brief moment of thought, her tone carried a sadness of impending separation, "Ah Li, I need to go into seclusion for a few days. I'll be returning to the Divine Beast Space during this time. Wait for me to come out, okay?"

Unfortunately, Xuan Li couldn't sense the meaning of parting now. Subconsciously, she still felt that this situation was similar to the last one. She turned over and mumbled sleepily, "Okay."

Shen Ya glanced at Feng Xi and gave him some instructions.

"Take care of her."

Then she disappeared.

In the vast, boundless purple space, Shenya gazed intently at the Seven Star Dagger before her.

"Ah Li, I won't let anything happen to you."

10 month 22 day.

The college competition has arrived as scheduled.

As a grand event in Qinghe Luozhou, the academy competition in the state was marked by lotus flowers lining the streets and alleys of Qianshui City on this day. The colorful lotus flowers, kept in vases, were placed by the roadside, basking in people's praise and the gifts of rain from heaven.

Yes, it's still raining.

Countless shops were closed. Some people tried to get into Qingli Academy early in the morning to find a good spot to watch the game, but he wasn't the only one with this idea. So you could see that the place was packed with people and it was impossible to move an inch.

As the organizer, Qingli Academy will fully open its access to students and staff.

Participating academies and sects have a dedicated channel.

At the entrance of Qingli College.

"Good morning~"

Pian Zi and the other two walked over and greeted them from afar.

"Ok?"

"Wu Shang Huan, where is the demon slayer?"

The boy looked left and right, then asked.

Feng Siyue said, "Ali has something to do and can't come in the morning."

"Huh? What could be more important than the academy competition?"

Pian Zi was very puzzled.

Feng Siyue took the signpost handed to her by a disciple of Qingli Academy at the entrance. "You don't need to know this. Let's go."

The signpost, as the name suggests, is a jade plaque that guides them to the competition venue and their seating position.

The route is shown above.

"Let's do our best and try to make it to Zhongzhou!"

"Yes, yes! The dean's reward for winning the championship is so generous, we have to do our best!"

Under the lush willow trees, young faces dressed in elegant white uniforms walked towards the competition venue, chatting and laughing.

The scenery within Qingli Academy is beautiful, with lotus ponds stretching beyond the willow trees.

The fragrance of lotus blossoms wafts on the breeze, bringing a sense of tranquility and joy.

Crossing the main road, Feng Siyue saw the signpost ahead.

To the left is the Golden Imperial Martial Arts Competition Plaza.

To the right, there's a restaurant.

Feng Siyue walked to the left.

About fifteen minutes later, a huge circular plaza appeared in front of them, built in the open air.

To the naked eye, you can't see the people sitting at the edge of the square at all; you can only vaguely see a small black dot!