[69 Book Bar - www.] "Perhaps someone from the Holy See and Nuolan Yefeng started fighting here," Aogu analyzed calmly.
"Well! This is very possible`````````"
"But where are Ye Feng and the others?" Rulka looked around suspiciously, and then glanced at the dark black hole with some palpitations: "Could they be sucked in by that terrifying black hole?"
"Impossible````````"
Aogu shook his head slightly and rejected it.
He has never heard of any strong man being sucked into the space cracks caused by his own fighting.
"But, that black hole doesn't seem that simple..."
Luccasi spoke.
"What can that mean? It's just that others made a slit, and Ye Feng made a hole. You still don't understand Ye Feng's abnormality and unusualness?" Aogu chuckled.
Two sounds.
"That's right, this kid usually can't be treated in the same way as ordinary people."
Rulka also smiled and nodded.
"Okay, let's go back. We'll find that guy tomorrow and ask him what's going on. He actually turned our training ground into this horrible shape."
Aogu looked at the hell-like practice square with some pain, smiled bitterly and shook his head.
"Well ````````"
Lucy Lu stared deeply at the black hole for a while, and then followed Aogu and the two of them to leave the scene.
I don’t know why, but he always feels that the black hole is not that simple.
Early the next morning, in an unknown forest ````````
Mo Ziwei woke up faintly and looked at the unfamiliar scene around her in confusion.`````````
"Where is this place? Why am I here? It seems that I have had a long, long dream."
Mo Ziwei rubbed her swollen head.
"Could it be that I'm still dreaming?" Thinking about it, Mo Ziwei pinched her arm hard ````````
"ah--"
"It hurts." The distinct pain clearly told Mo Ziwei that this was not a dream`````````
"It's not a dream? But what on earth is going on?" Mo Ziwei frowned nicely. The early morning light shone lightly through the sparse leaves on Mo Ziwei's peerless face. It was so...
Harmonious and beautiful, as if her whole body has been integrated into nature ``````````
"I remember yesterday, I was walking on Campus Avenue, and then ````````"
"Then```````"
Mo Ziwei tried hard to think back, but she couldn't remember what happened yesterday.
"Hey, I'm so annoyed! Where is this!" Mo Ziwei looked around helplessly.`````````
"Eh-"
"Is there anyone else?"
Mo Ziwei's eyes lit up, and she found someone lying not far behind her.
"Who could it be?" Mo Ziwei stood up quietly and walked towards that person in small steps. Looking at the familiar figure, her heart throbbed inexplicably.`````````
"Hello--"
Mo Ziwei squatted in front of the man, stretched out her little finger, and carefully poked the man.
Because Ye Feng turned over and his face was buried in the soil, even though Mo Ziwei felt that the person in front of her was familiar, she didn't recognize him for a while.
"Hey, are you okay?"
Mo Ziwei increased her strength and shook the man in front of her.
"Well--"
A slight groan came from below, and Mo Ziwei was so scared that she let go in vain and took several steps back.
"call--"
"call--"
"call--"
As if centuries had passed, Ye Feng gradually gained some consciousness while sleeping.
"What's wrong with me?" Feeling his body without any strength, Ye Feng became a little depressed.
Although he had already expected that forcibly using this sword technique would be very harmful, he never thought it would be so serious.
Not to mention that all my strength has been lost, now I don’t even have the strength to turn over or move my fingers.`````````
"I'll go! My damn master! Why don't you explain it clearly?"
Ye Feng complained a little, but he had no choice.
Forget it, forget it, I'd better lie down like this and rest for a while to regain some strength before talking about it ````````
Ye Feng thought sadly.
"It's just, can anyone help me change my position? Even if it's just turning over, it doesn't feel good to be buried in the ground and eating dirt like this."
Not long after, Ye Feng complained again.
"After all, I am also a world-famous master. I never thought that I would be buried in the ground and eat dirt. It is really a tragedy."
Ye Feng cried and thought in his heart, but Mo Ziwei not far away returned to Ye Feng's side again.
She saw that Ye Feng didn't respond for a long time, and then she plucked up the courage to return to Ye Feng.
"Who could he be?"
Mo Ziwei touched her chin and thought for a long time before turning Ye Feng over and taking a look.
"Maybe it has something to do with my inexplicable appearance here."
Thinking of this, Mo Ziwei no longer hesitated, directly rolled up her sleeves, lifted Ye Feng up like a chicken, and turned over `````````
"Ouch-"
"Oh my God! Who is so strong? It hurts me to death."
Ye Feng complained in his heart, but didn't open his mouth.
Speaking also requires strength. Ye Feng now has difficulty even opening his eyes, let alone speaking.
"Who could it be?"
Mo Ziwei, who was extremely nervous, gently pushed away Ye Feng's messy bangs with her hands, revealing a delicate and handsome face.
"ah--"
"Nuo```````Nuolan Yefeng```````How could it be him?"
Looking at the familiar man in front of her, Mo Ziwei couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
At the same time, Ye Feng also struggled to open his eyes a small slit. He wanted to see who this barbaric guy was.
"Gudong——"
"Ouch, God! Moon ```````` Moon God ````````"
Ye Feng, who had just woken up, almost fainted from the fright of Mo Ziwei in front of him.
"Brother Ye Feng, what's wrong with you ```````? Wake up ```````"
After Mo Ziwei came back to her senses, she couldn't help but shake Ye Feng twice.
"Huh? It doesn't seem to be the moon god?"
Ye Feng, who was half frightened to death, opened his eyes a little again `````````
The first thing that caught the eye was Mo Ziwei's worried face. Without the ugly scar, Mo Ziwei looked like a fairy at this time. Her whole face was eclipsed by the beauty of the world, and her smooth and delicate skin was even more beautiful in the sunshine.
There is an alluring brilliance `````````
"By the way, now that I have become like this, the Moon God must not be having a hard time. Even if he is not dead, he is still half disabled. The person in front of me now is definitely Mo Ziwei. From another perspective, it is impossible for the Moon God to shout
My brother Ye Feng`````````''
"Brother Ye Feng, who made you like this?"
Mo Ziwei felt an inexplicable pain in her heart, and her tender hands gently brushed Ye Feng's face, wiping away a little dust for him.
The man who resisted the Holy See with his own strength, the man who was familiar yet strange to him, the man who walked with him without any care even if the whole world despised him.
Now he is lying in front of him so weakly ````````
His pale face was without a trace of blood, his clothes were all in tatters, and his hair was messy and covered his face.
No wonder Mo Ziwei didn't immediately recognize Ye Feng even after turning over.`````````
There was no way, the gap was too big, Mo Ziwei never even thought that Ye Feng would have such a day`````````
"Water```````"
Ye Feng opened his mouth weakly and said with a precious word.
At this time, Ye Feng really didn't have much energy to explain. His throat was dry and his head was dizzy, as if he might faint again at any time.`````````
"What? Brother Ye Feng, what did you say?"
Mo Ziwei shook her hands, blushed, lowered her head, and put her ear to Ye Feng's mouth.
A faint fragrance passed into the tip of Ye Feng's nose. It was light, very clear, and smelled very good. It also made Ye Feng's mind slightly clearer.
"water--"
Ye Feng increased the volume.
"Oh, oh, is it water?" Mo Ziwei's heart stirred, like a deer bumping around in her heart.
Ye Feng's warm breath sprayed on her ears from his mouth, itching but very comfortable`````````
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An update arrived.
I posted a bit late today, there are a lot of things going on, sorry everyone for the long wait.
There will be another update later, Xiaoda worked hard to code it out. Those who can't wait can go to bed first and watch the same thing tomorrow.
