Mu Xue and Mu Xue

Time is like the sand in an hourglass, passing slowly and steadily, minute by minute.

At first, the portal was as calm as a bottomless lake, but gradually, a strange color quietly spread from its center.

At first, it was just a very faint hint of red, as if a drop of blood dripped into a blue ink bottle, and then, the red seemed to come alive, spreading and spreading rapidly.

I don’t know how much time has passed, maybe a few hours, or maybe even longer, but the once azure portal has completely turned into a deep red, as if soaked in blood.

"Um...what's wrong with the portal?" Ziyuan couldn't help but ask, her voice trembling obviously and her face full of worry.

Her eyes were fixed on the red portal, as if she could see through the mystery within.

Yun Jingliu's brows were twisted into a knot. He stared at the portal with a serious look in his eyes and said slowly, "The time rules of the portal have changed.

"Before, the flow of time inside was ten times faster than outside. Now, it's slowed down. I can clearly feel it, at least a hundred times slower! Moreover, it's been blocked by some unknown powerful force. Those inside can't get out, and those outside can't get in!" His voice was low and suppressed, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

"Well, let's go. I'll send someone to guard this place later." Yun Jingliu shook his head helplessly, turned around and walked out slowly. His back looked a little lonely, and every step he took seemed like he was dragging a heavy burden.

When Mu Xue heard the result, her brain suddenly buzzed, as if it was hit hard by a heavy hammer.

Her eyes instantly became unfocused and her whole body seemed to have lost its soul.

His legs and hands hung limply, his knees gave way, and he fell to the ground with a thud.

No one knew what she was thinking at this moment. Her world seemed to collapse in an instant and fell into endless darkness.

Seeing this, Ziyuan became extremely anxious and ran to Muxue, shaking her body with both hands and shouting, "Xue'er! Xue'er! Wake up!" However, Muxue seemed to be trapped in a dream from which she could not wake up, and turned a deaf ear to Ziyuan's cries.

Yan Liyu and Yun Yuyao also gathered around, their faces full of anxiety. Their shouts echoed in the empty space, but they still failed to wake up Mu Xue.

Three breaths of time passed in a flash, Mu Xue's body softened, and she slowly fell backwards and fainted.

In the [Sea of ​​Stars] deep in Muxue's consciousness, she curled up alone in a corner, hugging her knees tightly, burying her face deeply in them, covering her eyes.

She didn't cry, and everything around her was eerily quiet, without a single sound.

Her mind was blank. She didn't think about Lin Mo or Zi Yuan. She even lost the ability to think about her future life.

Without Lin Mo, she felt like she had lost all her support, and even the courage to face life disappeared without a trace.

At this moment, she felt that life seemed to have lost its meaning.

Mu Xue beside her looked at Mu Xue quietly and sighed helplessly.

She was not good at speaking and was only good at wielding swords and spears. Faced with such a scene, she didn't know how to comfort.

She could only stand aside silently, with a hint of sympathy in her eyes, and in this silent [sea of ​​stars], she accompanied Mu Xue in immersing herself in this endless sorrow.

Mu Xue is a quiet person by nature. In reality, she doesn't even want to talk much. She just likes to be alone and enjoy the tranquility.

At this moment, she could only stand aside and watch Mu Xue immersed in pain, feeling helpless but unable to do anything.

In the outside world, Ziyuan was extremely anxious. Without saying a word, she used her fastest speed to run towards the Imperial Hospital with the unconscious Muxue.

Along the way, the wind whistled in his ears, and Ziyuan had only one thought in his mind: he must cure Xue'er as soon as possible.

In the Imperial Hospital, there is a master of wisdom. He has superb medical skills and strong treatment ability, and is well-known in the entire medical field.

No matter how serious the external injury or how difficult the internal injury is, there is nothing that cannot be cured in his hands.

Ziyuan hurried into the Imperial Hospital carrying Muxue, went straight to a quiet ward, and gently placed Muxue on the bed.

This old man Zhijing and Ziyuan's master have been acquaintances for many years. The two have discussed medical skills together and have a deep friendship.

So, when Ziyuan brought Muxue to ask for help, the old man agreed to help without any hesitation.

The old man sat beside the bed with a serious expression, slowly stretched out his hand and took Muxue's pulse.

His fingers rested lightly on Muxue's wrist, his eyes slightly closed, concentrating on feeling the changes in Muxue's pulse.

Ziyuan paced anxiously by the side, his eyes never leaving Muxue and the old man.

Her hands clenched unconsciously, and her palms were covered in sweat.

To be honest, Ziyuan's feelings for Muxue are far more than the simple love of an older sister for her younger sister.

Ziyuan never liked men. Her mind was always on girls. However, she herself didn't know when she started to develop this special feeling for Muxue.

She was really tired of separation again and again. When she heard the news that Lin Mo was in trouble, she felt like a huge stone was pressing on her heart and she felt extremely uncomfortable.

She also didn't want anything to happen to Lin Mo from the bottom of her heart, because in her heart, Lin Mo and Mu Xue had already become indispensable people in her life.

In fact, Ziyuan has never regarded Lin Mo as just a disciple. She prefers to regard Lin Mo and Muxue as her younger brothers and sisters. In fact, Muxue's position in her heart has long surpassed that of a sister and has a more special meaning.

After a long time, the old man slowly opened his eyes, frowned, and said: "She didn't suffer any substantial damage outside or inside her body, but she was severely traumatized.

It's clear that she's been deeply wounded more than once, to the point of suffering from soul-dissociation syndrome!"

When Ziyuan heard the words "soul separation syndrome", his pupils contracted sharply and his face was full of shock.

She knew about the Dissociative Astrology Syndrome, and because she understood how rare and difficult it was, she was so shocked.

In her long life, she had only seen one person suffering from dissociative disorder, and the complexity of the disease and its difficulty in curing left a deep impression on her to this day.

"Her soul separation syndrome has existed for a long time. Now the little girl's soul is unwilling to face reality and is hiding in her own [Sea of ​​Stars] and refuses to come out.

There might just be another soul that shows up later, or there might be something else that's even worse.

Alas, poor child.

Let me treat her with acupuncture a few times, and then prescribe some medicine for her recovery.

If it still doesn't work, there's nothing I can do." The old man shook his head helplessly, slowly stood up, left the bedside, and walked out of the room with heavy steps, probably to prepare the herbs.

(Soul separation syndrome: split personality. In fact, the soul mentioned does not refer to the real soul. There is no real concept of personality here. Soul separation syndrome is just one soul with multiple thoughts.)