Ye Feng's warm breath sprayed on her ears from his mouth, itching but very comfortable`````````
After gently putting down Ye Feng, Mo Ziwei ran away with a blushing face.
"What's wrong with me?"
Mo Ziwei touched her hot face, feeling a little shy.
"Eh-"
As if being struck by electricity, Mo Ziwei's left hand on her cheek stopped in vain, with a look of disbelief on her face.
"Why did the left side of my face become so smooth? Could it be that ````````"
Mo Ziwei couldn't believe it and stroked the right side of her face again ````````
The delicate touch is like the face on the right, without any difference, and the smoothness is like a piece of jade, which makes people love it so much ``````````
"How could this happen?" Mo Ziwei still couldn't believe it, and stumbled to a small stream.
"Will there be changes?"
Mo Ziwei took a deep breath and slowly moved her face to the water's edge.
For ten years, this face has been the target of ridicule for her since childhood. Although Mo Ziwei is indifferent by nature, it is impossible not to care at all. There is no woman who does not love beauty, and Mo Ziwei does the same.
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In the water, a perfect face was reflected, but the terrifying mark on the left side disappeared without a trace, leaving not even a trace, as if it had never appeared. Although the world-famous face was a bit blurry,
But it’s so charming ``````````
Even though Mo Ziwei was prepared, she was shocked by her beauty for a long time`````````
"Is this still me?" Mo Ziwei's trembling index finger touched the water surface lightly, causing a faint ripple ``````````
Mo Ziwei was intoxicated, intoxicated by her own beauty`````````
You can imagine how beautiful a person is who is so beautiful that he is fascinated by it ``````````
"Oh, brother Ye Feng`````````"
Mo Ziwei, who was intoxicated, slapped her forehead and remembered something more important.`````````
At this time, she couldn't care less about admiring her appearance. Ye Feng's safety was much more important than these. ````````
"By the way, what should I bring to fill with water?"
Mo Ziwei touched her pocket and was in trouble again.
Only then did she realize that she didn’t even have a container for water.
"Nevermind!" Mo Ziwei shook her teeth, put her hands together, held a pool of water in the stream, and immediately ran back.
By the time Mo Ziwei ran over, most of the water had already leaked out. But it was better than nothing. At worst, I had to run a few more times.`````````
"Brother Ye Feng, the water is coming."
Mo Ziwei carefully brought her hands to Ye Feng's mouth, and after aligning the position, she slowly released her hands a small gap ````````
"Gudong——"
"Gudong——"
"Gudong——"
Although there was not a lot of water, it also made Ye Feng's throat feel slightly better.`````````
Mo Ziwei's little hands smelled very good. Because they were so close, they could even touch her own mouth. The fragrance stimulated Ye Feng's nerves.
Mo Ziwei now is no different than before. She doesn’t have any ugly scars. She is really stunningly beautiful. If such a beauty doesn’t react at all, then she’s not a man.
"Brother Ye Feng```````I```````I'll get some more water`````````"
Feeling the slight touch of Ye Feng's lips, Mo Ziwei's little face turned red again. She hurriedly dropped a word and ran away quickly.
Ye Feng didn't notice anything strange about Mo Ziwei. He calmed down slightly and then looked inwards to see his injuries.
I really don’t know it until I see it, and I’m shocked when I see it.
This inner view really scared Ye Feng`````````
This injury is as scary as seeing a ghost.
It's far more serious than Ye Feng thought.`````````
Ye Feng frowned deeply.
It is no exaggeration to say that the injury this time was far greater than any time I came into this world, and it can even be said to be equal to the sum of all injuries.`````````
Not to mention the severed meridians, there was not even a trace of Qi left in my Dantian.`````````
"Shit! I'm going to be useless now?"
Ye Feng reluctantly moved his Dantian and tried to mobilize his true energy.
"hiss--"
An inhuman pain suddenly spread into Ye Feng's mind, and Ye Feng almost fainted from the pain.
"Let me go, what the hell is this!"
Ye Feng was really scared. How could his body become like this?
"What a damn master! He said it would have a certain impact on the body, holy shit! Is this the so-called impact? Mom, I'm a loser!"
Ye Feng almost cried, and in his heart he scolded his irresponsible master Ling Qingyun half to death.
"Forget it, forget it, let it be fate."
Ye Feng took a deep breath.
No matter what, Ye Feng's state of mind for the past three hundred years is not in vain.
Three hundred years of practice have already brought Ye Feng's state of mind to a state of neither happiness nor sadness. Even if Ye Feng now has no trace of true energy and wants to start practicing again, he will not give up on himself.
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"Here comes the water, Brother Ye Feng`````````"
While thinking deeply, Mo Ziwei trotted over again holding a hand of water.
After repeating this several times, Ye Feng was half full after drinking it.
"That's enough````````"
Ye Feng gently pulled Mo Ziwei, who wanted to run to fill the water again.
"ah?"
Mo Ziwei was slightly startled.
"That's almost enough. That's enough."
Ye Feng smiled slightly.
"Oh````````"
A look of disappointment flashed in Mo Ziwei's eyes.
She actually liked the feeling of contact.`````````
"What's wrong? Are you addicted to feeding?"
As soon as Ye Feng regained some strength, he smiled and joked.
"Not so much!"
Mo Ziwei's face suddenly turned red, as beautiful as a rose`````````
"call--"
Even Ye Feng, who had seen many beauties, couldn't help but be stunned, and his breathing became a little faster.`````````
"By the way, Brother Ye Feng, where are we? Why are we here?"
Mo Ziwei lowered her head and tried to change the topic. Her little hands clasped her lower sleeves and kept moving them in circles. One can imagine her nervous mood.
"Huh? This isn't `````````"
"Huh?"
"Where is this?"
Ye Feng looked around with difficulty and realized that he was no longer in the academy.
"ah?"
"Brother Ye Feng, you don't know either?"
Mo Ziwei suddenly raised her head, with a look of astonishment on her face.
"By the way, I remembered, we were sucked into that black hole, and then we got here `````````"
Ye Feng was a little depressed. He just wanted to raise his hand to rub his head, but found that he didn't even have the strength to raise his hand. When he raised his hand halfway, he couldn't help but drop it.
"Black hole?"
Mo Ziwei looked shocked.
"Yeah, I can't explain it for a while now. My cultivation level is basically useless. It's difficult to even move. Hey"
"What? You, your cultivation is ruined?"
Mo Ziwei's face changed drastically, and her left eyelid twitched a few times: "Brother Ye Feng, what is going on? Why do I always have a gut feeling that this matter has something to do with me?"
"Silly girl, don't think too much. I'll tell you when I have time."
Ye Feng smiled softly.
The gentle smile calmed down Mo Ziwei's worried and nervous mood`````````
"So what do we do now?"
Mo Ziwei frowned slightly, revealing a hint of sadness, just like Lin Daiyu, so pitiful and heart-wrenching ``````````
"I don't know, let's go to sleep first and then talk `````````"
Ye Feng cracked his lips irresponsibly.
"You`````````"
Mo Ziwei rolled her eyes. She didn't know what to say about Ye Feng's recovery. His cultivation was gone and he was still seriously injured like this. He actually acted like nothing was wrong, as if he was not the one who was injured.
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"Okay, how about you take a nap too?"
Ye Feng moved his head and changed into a comfortable position.
"Uh ````````"
The corners of Mo Ziwei's mouth twitched and she was completely speechless.
"This Ye Feng is really different from ordinary people."
Mo Ziwei's eyes flashed, as if she remembered something `````````
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The second update has arrived.
Phew, it's almost three o'clock.
There should be no brothers left waiting for you, right?````````
Xiaoda was a little depressed and found that his coding speed had deteriorated a lot. It might be related to the poor combing of the plot. There were some things he wanted to write that he couldn't write.
