Womanizing Mage

Ximen Wuhen turn around and saw Long Yi’s back, and suddenly felt his back looked very lonely, and had a kind of melancholy weighting down with sorrow.

“Hey.” Ximen Wuhen unexpectedly opened her mouth and called out.

Long Yi paused, and with Wushuang in his arms, he slowly turned around. Then with an exceptionally brilliant smile, he asked: “How come? Something wrong?”

Seeing Long Yi’s dazzling smile, Ximen Wuhen half-squinted her eyes. This smile truly was very brilliant. She strangely thought, when did this scoundrel second brother of her had such a beautiful smile.

“Is this big sister ill? Can I have a look?” Ximen Wuhen said. Even she didn’t know why she was behaving this way.

Long Yi was startled. Now he remembered Ximen Wuhen was Advance Priest. He immediately nodded her head and returned back. And right now Long Ling’er was blankly looking in the sky.

While Ximen Wuhen inspected the body of Wushuang, her complexion become more and more solemn, and she said: “Does she feel headache, feel cold all over, and moreover talk nonsense?”

Hearing Ximen wuhen speaking out the symptoms of Wshuang, Long Yi couldn’t help but become happy, and he hastily nodded his head: “Yes, little sister. Do you have any method to cure it?”

Ximen Wuhen looked at that face of Wishuang which was not of this mundane world, then while shaking her head regrettably, she said: “I have only seen similar case in a book, but unfortunately, I can’t cure her. It seems you are using strange magic to suppress her illness, if this was not the case, then she wouldn’t have live up to now.”

Hearing Ximen Wuhen’s words, Long Yi’s brain blanked out.