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163 Magic Dance 4

Liu Fengchen and the masked man were stunned, stopped talking, and stood at the door of the bamboo house. The surroundings were quiet!

There was only the rustle from the bamboo forest nearby and the chirping of some crickets——

Liu Fengchen looked at the masked man in confusion. He was a little surprised by the appearance of this masked man. He seemed very anxious and worried just now. Why did he feel relieved when he saw him again?

feeling······

The handsome face of the masked man was still cold, and his thin lips were pressed tightly into an arc. He ignored Liu Fengchen's gaze, and his eyes gently glanced at the tightly closed bamboo door, filled with worry and nervousness——

I don’t know how long I waited, but the bamboo door was gently opened. Mo Wulan walked out with a sigh of relief, but his brows were still furrowed tightly. Tianshan Supreme Tian Wuya also followed behind him a little tiredly.

He came out, looking at the sky outside which was getting brighter. He raised his brows twice for invisible reasons, looked at the eyes under the mask, and sighed slightly——

The naked reproach in his eyes also made the masked man froze slightly, and his breathing began to become a little rapid...

"How is she?" Liu Fengchen pulled Mo Wuran anxiously and asked, with a slight tremor in his tone——

Mo Wu raised his brows. He was a little displeased with Liu Fengchen's lack of composure, but the corner of his mouth was slightly proud of teasing. "You want to know?" The meaning was obvious, and there was a hint of teasing in it.

However, because of Mo Wuran's words, the masked man's eyes swayed slightly and invisibly. Apparently all the previous worries were put down.

However, Liu Fengchen's expression changed and he looked at Mo Wuluan. He looked like he was going to fall out with me if you didn't say anything.

Mo Wuran immediately followed suit and hummed in dissatisfaction. Is this damn stupid boy his disciple? How could he accept him as his disciple in the first place? Why didn't he realize that he was so inflexible?

"She is still unconscious. Whether she can wake up depends on her willpower? Maybe she will wake up tomorrow, maybe she will never wake up in her lifetime?" Tian Wuya said softly, his white clothes slightly stained with blood, and at the same time after speaking

Turn around and fly away——

"Old guy, are you waiting for me?" Mo Wuran watched Tian Wuya leave and shouted anxiously. He flew up and quickly followed him, ignoring Liu Fengchen.

Liu Fengchen stood there quietly, not yet digesting Tian Wuya's words just now - what does it mean that he might wake up tomorrow, or he might never wake up in his whole life?

The masked man was also a little surprised. He clenched his arms tightly under his sleeves, as if he was very angry, as if he was holding back something?

Both of them stood at the door for a long time, neither of them walked in first. The anxiety before and the worry now made both of them look a little wrong, and then they continued to stand where they were - hesitant.

"You go in first!" After the masked man thought for a long time, he spoke to Liu Fengchen without any hesitation. If he was normal, he might have rushed in long ago.

But I don’t know why? Today he has flinched. He doesn’t know what he is guilty of or what he is afraid of?

Liu Fengchen was stunned for a moment, glanced at the masked man, a little surprised, then nodded slightly, took a breath, raised his hand to push open the bamboo door, and walked in, but the steps he took were extremely heavy, as if he was hanging on

A heavy object weighing several thousand kilograms is so strenuous

When his eyes came into contact with Wu Qingcheng, whose eyes were tightly closed on the bamboo bed, an indescribable heartache hit his chest, as if someone had pinched his throat, and he couldn't breathe at all?

The little face was pale and bloodless, the eyes were tightly closed, and it was so quiet that he was surprised. His big palm trembled slightly and touched Wu Qingcheng's cheek, gently touching the face that seemed to have no warmth, and looked at

She breathed quietly, with a hint of peace of mind

The masked man slowly stood at the door and watched Liu Fengchen's movements. His heart felt like it was being ripped open, but he couldn't say anything.

Just like that, the masked man stared in Liu Fengchen's direction for a long, long time...

He frowned tightly and clenched his fists with his hands. He really wanted to go in and touch her cheek gently, but he couldn't move at all. He admitted that he was very jealous, jealous of Liu Fengchen's natural movements and unabashed expression.

Care, but at this moment he felt that he didn't know what position to use to touch her...

For a long time - the figure of the masked man moved slightly, and after another glance at Wu Qingcheng, he turned around and looked at the already bright sky, and the figure also flew up and jumped into the distance...
Chapter completed!
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