When Mu Yang saw the blood-colored scroll in Lan Xi's hand, he immediately felt delighted and reached out to grab it.
"Ah, don't touch it for now. I haven't decided to give it to you yet." Lan Xi smirked, then hid the scroll behind her, folded her arms, and wore a smiling face.
"Uh..." Mu Yang's mouth twitched slightly. The hand he reached out was suspended in the air, and he reluctantly retracted it.
"Lan Xi, just give it to Brother Mu Yang." Seeing this scene, Mu Yang felt a warm rush to his nose, almost causing him to bleed again.
It's worth noting that the nasal cavity is filled with countless capillaries, very thin and prone to rupture. Mu Yang's blood circulation accelerated instantly, and if he had to find a weak point to burst through, he chose the nasal cavity.
"Phew." Taking a deep breath, Mu Yang forcibly suppressed the restlessness in his heart. Then, he coughed lightly and asked, "Lan Xi, when do you plan to give it back to me?"