Ouyang Xian'er, who was unconscious on the pillow, woke up at some point.
Listening to Feng Lingxiao's voice, her eyes without eyebrows and eyelashes soon filled with tears.
This man didn't lie to her, he really wanted to be with her.
Looking at the man's blurred back through the tears, Ouyang Xian'er's heart ached violently.
For more than ten years, except for the occasional absence due to business, he has always been here. He once had so many dreams, but he had to be bound here by her and tortured by her.
Although she had regretted the things she did when she was crazy before, she had never felt as guilty as she did today.
Because this was the first time she heard him speak his inner thoughts so truly.
It turned out that she always thought that he owed her something.
Now, she suddenly felt that she was wrong.
He never owed her anything, the one he owed was her!
Ouyang Xian'er didn't know how long she could maintain such rationality. She looked around, her eyes passing over the wooden house he built, the wooden tables, wooden beds, and wooden tables that he stared at with his own hands... Her eyes finally fell on Feng Lingxiao's face.
I finally made a decision in my heart.
She opened her teeth, put her tongue between her teeth, and bit down hard.
She can't hold him back anymore!
Hearing the strange noise behind them, Feng Lingxiao and Yun Chu turned around at the same time.
Seeing Ouyang Xian'er on the bed with her mouth full of blood, Feng Lingxiao screamed, flew over, hugged her, and untied the whip from her body in three strokes.
"Xian'er, how are you?!"
Ouyang Xian'er looked at the handsome man and raised the corners of her lips with blood.
If she dies, he will be free!
From her eyes, Feng Lingxiao could read everything.
"Fool!" He held her in his arms, his voice full of sadness, "You know, I do it willingly!"
In his arms, Ouyang Xianer died silently.
On the side, Yun Chu looked at the sad expression on Feng Lingxiao's face and was slightly moved.
At that moment, she truly understood.
It turns out that the woman he loves most is not his dead mother, but the person in his arms.
It's a pity that Ouyang Xian'er didn't understand this until her death.
After a long time, Feng Lingxiao carefully put Ouyang Xian'er back on the pillow, untied her whip from her body, covered her body with a thin quilt, carefully straightened her messy hair, and then stood up.
"At first, your mother always said that the person I really loved was not her, but now I understand!" Feng Lingxiao turned to look at Yun Chu, "Have you practiced the internal skills and mental methods I taught you?!"
Yun Chu didn't understand what he meant, but still nodded lightly.
"Come and practice, let me take a look!" Feng Lingxiao said.
Yun Chu took a look at Ouyang Xian'er's body on the bed, sat cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes and did his exercises.
Sitting cross-legged behind her, Feng Lingxiao took a deep breath, suddenly raised his right palm and placed it on the back of her heart.
"Shen Qi Dantian!"
Yunchu did as he was told, and then felt a warm current like hot water on her back slowly flowing from his palm into her body and straight into her Dantian.
"Master?!" She opened her eyes in confusion.
"Concentrate!" Feng Lingxiao said in a deep voice, "Now, try to use your inner strength to guide that warm current, and move around the Little Zhoutian..."
Following his instructions, she gradually used her inner strength to control the warm current flowing through her body.
The tight and painful feeling in my chest disappeared, and my whole body felt like I had been soaked in a comfortable hot bath, feeling indescribably soothing and refreshing.
After a long while, she opened her eyes and sighed comfortably.
He turned to look at Feng Lingxiao behind him, only to see him lying on the ground with a pale face.
"Crazy master?!"
Yunchu held his arm and exclaimed.
PS: The update will be delivered on the 12th. Kiss, slap, master! (7)
Ouyang Xian'er, who was unconscious on the pillow, woke up at some point.
Listening to Feng Lingxiao's voice, her eyes without eyebrows and eyelashes soon filled with tears.
This man didn't lie to her, he really wanted to be with her.
Looking at the man's blurred back through the tears, Ouyang Xian'er's heart ached violently.
For more than ten years, except for the occasional absence due to business, he has always been here. He once had so many dreams, but he had to be bound here by her and tortured by her.
Although she had regretted the things she did when she was crazy before, she had never felt as guilty as she did today.
Because this was the first time she heard him speak his inner thoughts so truly.
It turned out that she always thought that he owed her something.
Now, she suddenly felt that she was wrong.
He never owed her anything, the one he owed was her!
Ouyang Xian'er didn't know how long she could maintain such rationality. She looked around, her eyes passing over the wooden house he built, the wooden tables, wooden beds, and wooden tables that he stared at with his own hands... Her eyes finally fell on Feng Lingxiao's face.
I finally made a decision in my heart.
She opened her teeth, put her tongue between her teeth, and bit down hard.
She can't hold him back anymore!
Hearing the strange noise behind them, Feng Lingxiao and Yun Chu turned around at the same time.
Seeing Ouyang Xian'er on the bed with her mouth full of blood, Feng Lingxiao screamed, flew over, hugged her, and untied the whip from her body in three strokes.
"Xian'er, how are you?!"
Ouyang Xian'er looked at the handsome man and raised the corners of her lips with blood.
If she dies, he will be free!
From her eyes, Feng Lingxiao could read everything.
"Fool!" He held her in his arms, his voice full of sadness, "You know, I do it willingly!"
In his arms, Ouyang Xianer died silently.
On the side, Yun Chu looked at the sad expression on Feng Lingxiao's face and was slightly moved.
At that moment, she truly understood.
It turns out that the woman he loves most is not his dead mother, but the person in his arms.
It's a pity that Ouyang Xian'er didn't understand this until her death.
After a long time, Feng Lingxiao carefully put Ouyang Xian'er back on the pillow, untied her whip from her body, covered her body with a thin quilt, carefully straightened her messy hair, and then stood up.
"At first, your mother always said that the person I really loved was not her, but now I understand!" Feng Lingxiao turned to look at Yun Chu, "Have you practiced the internal skills and mental methods I taught you?!"
Yun Chu didn't understand what he meant, but still nodded lightly.
"Come and practice, let me take a look!" Feng Lingxiao said.
Yun Chu took a look at Ouyang Xian'er's body on the bed, sat cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes and did his exercises.
Sitting cross-legged behind her, Feng Lingxiao took a deep breath, suddenly raised his right palm and placed it on the back of her heart.
"Shen Qi Dantian!"
Yunchu did as he was told, and then felt a warm current like hot water on her back slowly flowing from his palm into her body and straight into her Dantian.
"Master?!" She opened her eyes in confusion.
"Concentrate!" Feng Lingxiao said in a deep voice, "Now, try to use your inner strength to guide that warm current, and move around the Little Zhoutian..."
Following his instructions, she gradually used her inner strength to control the warm current flowing through her body.
The tight and painful feeling in my chest disappeared, and my whole body felt like I had been soaked in a comfortable hot bath, feeling indescribably soothing and refreshing.
After a long while, she opened her eyes and sighed comfortably.
He turned to look at Feng Lingxiao behind him, only to see him lying on the ground with a pale face.