Chapter 460 Encounter in the Flowers

Xie Lin looked at the blood on the ground, frowning, feeling heavier than ever before. He originally thought that this potion tournament was just an ordinary competition, with competition but no danger.

He raised his wand and chanted a spell in a low voice. A light blue light slowly flowed in the air, like a shimmering ribbon, winding forward. This was his unique and improved tracking spell, which could accurately lock the source of the blood and guide him to the direction of the injured.

He frowned, watching the traces of blood spilling among the flowers, and the rose petals stained with scarlet, which was particularly glaring. The garden should have been fragrant, but at this moment, there was a faint smell of rust in the air, indicating that some kind of conflict had occurred here not long ago.

This blood...could it be Furong's?

Xie Lin quickened his pace, following the blood trail, his heartbeat unknowingly quickened. Although he knew that Furong was quite powerful, she was not good at fighting after all. If she encountered a terrifying magical creature... he didn't want to think about that possibility.

The light of the tracking spell guided him through the flowers and along a path covered with ferns. Finally, he pushed aside a bush of low thorns and saw a figure in front of him -

Fleur Delacour.

She leaned against a tall sycamore tree, breathing slightly, her shoulders heaving slightly, her silver hair disheveled, some tiny leaves and petals stuck in her hair, making her look a little disheveled.

Her wizard robe was stained with dirt and blood, and had several obvious tears. There were several tear marks on the sleeves, and several bloodstains were visible on her exposed snow-white arms. The cloth at the shoulders was also cut, revealing a bit of snowy skin stained with dried blood.

She noticed Xie Lin approaching, raised her head and looked at him, her usually bright and dazzling face, but now she showed a rare weakness. But even so, she still straightened her back stubbornly, and her blue eyes flashed with complex emotions, as if she was surprised, stubborn, and with a hint of something else.

Xie Lin looked at her, frowning slightly, but a teasing smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Tsk, look at you now, you are as proud as a swan on weekdays, but now you have turned into a wounded kitten."

Furong's originally tired expression suddenly froze, and her brows frowned slightly, as if she wanted to refute something, but as soon as she moved, she felt a sharp pain in the wound on her shoulder, causing her to gasp.

Seeing this, Xie Ling shook his head gently and his eyes fell on her injured arm. Suddenly he found that she was hastily bandaging the wound with some torn-off strips of cloth.

He raised his eyebrows and said half mockingly: "Is this how you treat wounds? It's terrible."

Furong bit her lip, groaned, and said unconvincedly: "...at least it can stop the bleeding."

Xie Lin sighed helplessly, squatted down, took out a delicate little bottle from his arms, shook it gently, and the liquid medicine inside glowed with a faint blue light. He did not continue to ridicule her, but focused on untying the strips of cloth she had casually wrapped around her, revealing her scratched arm.

The wound was deeper than he had imagined. Although the bleeding had stopped, it was still red and swollen. If it was not treated properly, it would probably leave a scar.

His fingertips slid lightly up her arm, pausing when they touched her skin.

So cold.

Furong's skin was surprisingly cold and incredibly soft, like the finest silk. He only touched it once, but it felt like he was burned by something, and his heartbeat accelerated unconsciously.

He quickly calmed down and pretended to be calm and said, "Don't move. I don't want to have to help you heal your wounds and then have to help you heal the injuries that have worsened because of your moving around."

Under normal circumstances, Furong would have responded to him without hesitation, but this time, she was surprisingly silent, just lowered her head slightly, letting him grab her injured arm, watching him carefully treat her wound, her eyes were a little complicated. Xie Lin first used the clean water spell to gently clean the wound, the warm water gently washed away the blood, leaving the wound with clean skin. He then took out a bottle of potion and dripped it on the wound. The light blue liquid slowly penetrated into it, bringing a cool touch.

Furong couldn't help but tremble slightly, her breathing stagnated a little, but she still didn't make a sound.

Xie Lin noticed her reaction, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He whispered, "What? If it hurts, you can scream. I won't laugh at you."

Furong raised her eyes and glared at him, her cheeks slightly flushed, and said stubbornly: "I won't cry out in pain like those squeamish girls." Then she turned her head away with pretentious pride.

Seeing this, Xie Lin felt a little amused and stopped teasing. Instead, he took out the precious potion materials he had collected earlier - finely ground two-ear grass powder, liquid grass powder and morning dew. He added these materials to the white fresh ointment, cast a spell to mix them evenly, so that the ointment would have a better repair effect, and then dipped a little with his fingertips and gently applied it to her wound.

When his fingertips touched her shoulders, his heart skipped a beat uncontrollably.

Furong's skin was so white that it was almost transparent, and it shone lightly in the dim light. When his fingers brushed past her wound, he could even feel her trembling slightly.

Her cheeks were already red.

Xie Lin pretended not to notice and continued to apply the ointment attentively. His fingers moved slowly along her wound until he was sure that the ointment had completely covered the wound. He then withdrew his hand and said nonchalantly, "Okay, this way there will be no scars."

Furong looked down at her injured arm. The redness and swelling had obviously subsided, and the skin began to return to smoothness. She pursed her lips and said softly, "...Thank you."

"What's the matter?" Xie Lin raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at her with some surprise. "Given the relationship between us, there is no need to be so polite, right?" He deliberately opened his eyes exaggeratedly, "Are you scared silly?"

Furong glared at him, and the gentle atmosphere that had just risen was instantly destroyed. She gritted her teeth and said, "If you say one more word, I will take back my thank you!"

Xie Lin chuckled and did not continue to provoke her. Instead, he raised his wand, waved it lightly at her torn wizard robe, and whispered, "Restore to its original state."

A soft light flashed, and the tear in the wizard's robe was automatically stitched up in an instant, as if it had never been damaged.

Xie Lin admired his own achievements with satisfaction, stood up and clapped his hands, "Well, you have finally regained some human form."

Furong looked down at her carefully treated wound, then at her wizard robe that was as good as new. She gently touched the place on her shoulder that no longer hurt, and looked up at Xie Lin with complicated eyes.

She was silent for a moment, then slowly raised her head, gently raised her hand to stroke her still somewhat messy silver hair, and looked straight at Xie Lin.

The look was no longer the usual provocation, nor was there anger or dissatisfaction, but a complex emotion, as if he was re-examining the boy in front of him, or as if he was thinking about something.

Xie Lin was a little confused by her gaze. He narrowed his eyes slightly and said with a teasing tone, "What's wrong? Are you impressed by my gentleness?"

Furong finally smiled this time, but she didn't talk back like usual. Instead, she shook her head gently, with the corners of her lips slightly raised, her eyes still fixed on him, as if she wanted to remember this moment deeply. (End of this chapter)