As Chu Wuxin's words fell, a brilliantly colored Black Qi rushed straight towards Chen Muxue's forehead. At that moment, there was only one thought in Chen Muxue's mind:
This must be the colorful black, right? I've learned something new.
The next second, Chen Muxue raised the iron pan to block, but the Black Qi behaved like mist, not hitting the pan and suddenly dispersing, still drifting towards Chen Muxue.
Hold your breath!
Chen Muxue instinctively pinched her nose with her hand.
It was the first time Chu Wuxin had seen such a defensive move. She watched Chen Muxue with interest, arms crossed, not anxious at all.
Obviously, Chen Muxue couldn't hold her breath for long. She finally couldn't resist breathing, and the Black Qi was inhaled with the air into her body.
It felt a bit nauseating! But surprisingly, there wasn't any special taste. If not for her eyes seeing it, Chen Muxue would almost have ignored the existence of the Black Qi.
