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Chapter 4395: 5.0147 Counter-Trapping

Mu Xingchen ran frantically alongside Sikong Fuling, quickly trying to soothe her. "Miss Sikong, don't panic. I'll call out to my sister and ask her to stop."

Sikong Fuling looked up at the sky, filled with grief and tears, scrambling and rolling to avoid several trees that lunged at her.

"Qiao Mu, get out here!" Sikong Fuling roared, startling countless birds in the forest.

[Heh, this stoic face really did create an entire Phoenix Wood Forest in her dream!]

"Miss Sikong, don't panic!"

"Forward, forward! There's a cave ahead; let's go in and take shelter."

Qiao Mu, holding Mo Lian's hand, suddenly appeared on a treetop. "How did Big Brother get in too?"

"Qiaoqiao, stop daydreaming and retract that Black Dragon," Mo Lian said, looking exasperated. "Big Brother can't handle it."

Are you kidding? That mature sacred beast, even he and Feng Chen combined couldn't defeat it, let alone a mere Divine Realm cultivator like Mu Xingchen.

"Okay." Qiao Mu nodded. With a thought, the Black Dragon, which was chasing behind Sikong Fuling and was about to bite off half her head with a crunch, suddenly transformed into a whirlwind of black wind amidst Sikong Fuling's wailing and frantic shouts, rapidly swirling upwards and vanishing.

Sikong Fuling's legs trembled as she fell to the ground, her calves twitching uncontrollably.

Her eyes, filled with an inexplicable terror, looked at Qiao Mu and Mo Lian, who had gracefully landed.

"You, you," Sikong Fuling pointed at Qiao Mu with a trembling finger, a surge of suppressed anger in her heart, unable to let out a breath for a long while.

Qiao Mu looked at her expressionlessly. "You entered my dream with ill intentions, wanting to pry into my past, wanting to trap me!"

"Who, who wanted to trap you! Who could possibly trap you!" Sikong Fuling trembled with rage, feeling an illusion that she never wanted to speak another word to this stoic face.

Qiao Mu held up two fingers, indicating a distance of sight transmission. "I saw it."

Sikong Fuling was stunned, her entire small face slightly distorted.

"You entered my dream and used your flute to find the way, wanting to find me before Mo Lian did."

"You deliberately used the flute music to guide him down a different path."

If not for Qiaoqiao's Lian, who inherently possessed the ability to tear through spatial voids, he would likely have circled around in this dream realm many times and might not have found her before Sikong Fuling.

Mo Lian gave Sikong Fuling a chilling look.

Sikong Fuling finally fell silent.

Originally, she hadn't intended for Mo Lian to get involved.

It was a pity that he insisted on entering the dream to personally bring Qiao Mu out, which indeed made things very inconvenient for her.

"I genuinely intended to enter your dream to take you out of here!" Sikong Fuling suddenly said.

Qiao Mu nodded faintly. "I know."

Otherwise, do you think you'd still be alive right now?

Sikong Fuling looked at her clear, bright eyes and suddenly shivered slightly.

She seemed to read some meaning in her eyes.

Sikong Fuling felt cold sweat pouring down her back. She inexplicably felt weak all over, as if the scare had left her without any strength.

Sikong Fuling's cold sweat trickled down.

Suppress, suppress?

"You entered my dream, and you still think you can do something?" Qiao Mu glanced at her indifferently.

Mu Xingchen quickly spoke up to plead for Sikong Fuling. "Sister, Miss Sikong was probably just curious, which led her to a momentary lapse in judgment."