Maybe now they thought they had given up a great opportunity. However, soon after Sanqiu's true identity was exposed, they truly understood what happened to Feng Zhuyue, and they really believed that Feng Zhuyue
Although every word he said was never explained, he was sincerely doing it for their own good.
Feng Zhuyue returned to her room at Nansang College and stayed locked in the door all day long. She was meditating and practicing. Moreover, as long as she was in the room, nothing would happen to her.
On the other side, Elder Changfeng called Ye Shuang to a deserted place.
"Ye Shuang, in the competition between you and Feng Zhuyue, you don't need to be merciful when you attack. On the stage, even if you kill her, you are justified!"
Ye Shuang was a little surprised that Elder Changfeng actually asked her to kill Feng Zhuyue, but the corners of her mouth raised as this was exactly what she wanted.
"In our competition, I will sign a life-and-death contract with her, and I will never let her come down from the ring alive."
Ye Shuang's eyes seemed to be poisoned, red flames flashed in her eyes with ruthless bloodthirsty.
Elder Changfeng nodded with satisfaction, still very confident in his proud disciple.
"Don't worry, we will never call you stop at the critical moment."
Ye Shuang shook his sleeves and turned to leave.
Feng Zhuyue, I will never let you go, and I will never let you walk out of the ring alive.
Feng Zhuyue was practicing in the house when she suddenly felt an itching sensation at the base of her ears. She always felt like someone was saying something about her behind her back. She had no choice but to sweep away the dust in her mind and continued to practice with her eyes closed.
"Yue'er."
Feng Zhuyue smelled a familiar scent in the air, and a soft call full of infinite affection and forbearance came into Feng Zhuyue's mind.
Feng Zhuyue's body felt numb for a while, and she felt that a certain part of her heart had become extremely soft. She opened her eyes and saw Long Canghao standing on the window.
"Cang."
Feng Zhuyue smiled slightly, and when he opened his arms, she threw herself into his arms.
The familiar smell and familiar warmth made her heart warmer. The moment she jumped off the cliff, she thought she would never see Long Canghao again in her life. At that moment, she realized how unhappy she was.
Giving up, just the reluctance to give up made her heart tremble with pain.
It was that reluctance that made her persist.
Long Canghao forcefully pushed Feng Zhuyue into his arms. There was a deep stubble on his handsome face, indicating how life he had been living during this period was worse than death.
"Yue'er, I miss you so much."
Feng Zhuyue smiled slightly: "I miss you so much too."
The two of them hugged each other tightly under the moonlight, saying nothing to each other. As long as they absorbed the body temperature and feeling of each other, and the touch of her real presence, this was more important than anything else.
Feng Zhuyue lay quietly in her arms. There was nothing in this world that could find warmth more than his arms. It felt like an exhausted seabird after flying on the boundless sea for days and nights.
Suddenly I discovered a continent that could inhabit the same warmth.
"Yue'er, where have you been for the past ten days or so? I'm so anxious that my hair will turn gray."
Feng Zhuyue burst out laughing. She didn't expect Long Canghao to be so funny. She stretched out her little hand and smoothed it on her chest, "Am I not standing in front of you safely now?" Maybe now they think that
They gave up a great opportunity. However, soon after Sanqiu's true identity was exposed, they truly understood what happened to Feng Zhuyue, and they truly believed every word Feng Zhuyue said.
Although the words were never explained, they were sincerely for their own good.
Feng Zhuyue returned to her room at Nansang College and stayed locked in the door all day long. She was meditating and practicing. Moreover, as long as she was in the room, nothing would happen to her.
On the other side, Elder Changfeng called Ye Shuang to a deserted place.
"Ye Shuang, in the competition between you and Feng Zhuyue, you don't need to be merciful when you attack. On the stage, even if you kill her, you are justified!"
Ye Shuang was a little surprised that Elder Changfeng actually asked her to kill Feng Zhuyue, but the corners of her mouth raised as this was exactly what she wanted.
"In our competition, I will sign a life-and-death contract with her, and I will never let her come down from the ring alive."
Ye Shuang's eyes seemed to be poisoned, red flames flashed in her eyes with ruthless bloodthirsty.
Elder Changfeng nodded with satisfaction, still very confident in his proud disciple.
"Don't worry, we will never call you stop at the critical moment."
Ye Shuang shook his sleeves and turned to leave.
Feng Zhuyue, I will never let you go, and I will never let you walk out of the ring alive.
Feng Zhuyue was practicing in the house when she suddenly felt an itching sensation at the base of her ears. She always felt like someone was saying something about her behind her back. She had no choice but to sweep away the dust in her mind and continued to practice with her eyes closed.
"Yue'er."
Feng Zhuyue smelled a familiar scent in the air, and a soft call full of infinite affection and forbearance came into Feng Zhuyue's mind.
Feng Zhuyue's body felt numb for a while, and she felt that a certain part of her heart had become extremely soft. She opened her eyes and saw Long Canghao standing on the window.
"Cang."
Feng Zhuyue smiled slightly, and when he opened his arms, she threw herself into his arms.
The familiar smell and familiar warmth made her heart warmer. The moment she jumped off the cliff, she thought she would never see Long Canghao again in her life. At that moment, she realized how unhappy she was.
Giving up, just the reluctance to give up made her heart tremble with pain.
It was that reluctance that made her persist.
Long Canghao forcefully pushed Feng Zhuyue into his arms. There was a deep stubble on his handsome face, indicating how life he had been living during this period was worse than death.
"Yue'er, I miss you so much."
Feng Zhuyue smiled slightly: "I miss you so much too."
The two of them hugged each other tightly under the moonlight, saying nothing to each other. As long as they absorbed the body temperature and feeling of each other, and the touch of her real presence, this was more important than anything else.
Feng Zhuyue lay quietly in her arms. There was nothing in this world that could find warmth more than his arms. It felt like an exhausted seabird after flying on the boundless sea for days and nights.
Suddenly I discovered a continent that could inhabit the same warmth.
"Yue'er, where have you been for the past ten days or so? I'm so anxious that my hair will turn gray."
Feng Zhuyue burst out laughing. She didn't expect Long Canghao to be so funny. She stretched out her little hand and smoothed it on her chest, "Isn't it that I'm standing in front of you safely now?"