Chapter 95: Possessed by the Declining God: Who Bullied You?
"Bang--"
I was running with my head down and suddenly bumped into an unknown object.
"Who is this turtle who hates his longevity?" I didn't even raise my head, and cursed in a choked voice. I was almost going crazy, so and so, so and so... actually came to die.
........
No answer, the unknown object still stands in front of me
"Is the turtle shell hard?" I stretched out my hand to push the statue.
Huh? White sneakers, frayed jeans... Why does it feel like déjà vu?
Sure enough, I suddenly raised my tearful little head, and Leng Yu Pavilion stood in front of me like ice, with his long wine-colored hair still blocking half of his handsome face.
Wiping away my tears, I tilted my head and looked around within one meter.
"Hey! Ice sculpture God Apollo, you bumped into me this time? There are no trees around!" I once again confirmed that there were no trees nearby, and waited for him with my hands on my hips and squinted eyes!
"I'm crying." Leng Yuge ignored my unreasonable troubles and exposed me to the point without giving any face.
"Which of your eyes saw me crying?" My voice was still choked. I pursed my lips and continued to squint at him. Through the cracked lenses, he was so handsome that I was dizzy. [Don't ask me what Yan Ye said.
Who is more handsome in Leng Yu Pavilion? This is a question that has no answer]
"I've seen both of them," Leng Yuge said, shaking off his long bangs and revealing his ivory-white face.
"I didn't cry, sand got into my eyes" I found a super bad excuse for myself
"Follow me," Leng Yuge said coldly, then turned and walked deeper into the woods.
"Why should I ask someone to come with you? You can go by yourself. By the way, there are wild boars in the woods!" I angrily waved my little hands at the cold figure.
Three minutes later--
"Where are you going? Adventure?"
"You are a student of Yueshang. Where is Yueshang? Is it fun?"
"You are from the basketball club, and you are very good."
"You can't speak? Or are you pretending to be cool?"
I followed Leng Yuge like a follower, snapping questions at Leng Yuge, and the answers I received were speechless breezes again and again.
"Who bullied you?" About ten minutes later, Leng Yuge sat down on a smooth bluestone bench.
The fresh air in the deep woods soothes my clogged nose, and the birds are chirping on the branches.
The early morning sunshine penetrated through the leaves and fell on Leng Yuge's indifferent body.