Huang Yuezhen turned her head slightly, and sure enough she saw that Nan Sheng Gu Yao's face was not particularly good. It seemed that she was having a hard time enduring it. She didn't know why, but suddenly Huang Yuezhen wanted to laugh, but she still
I held it back and just smiled secretly in my heart.
The medicinal garden was still silent, and everyone had not recovered from the shocking shock just now. Nan Sheng Gu Yao's cold eyes swept away and shot at everyone like an ice knife.
"What are you looking at? Have you never seen other people's affection? Just do whatever you need to do. If you look again, watch your eyes for me and get out." Nan Sheng Gu Yao said to everyone in a cold voice, exuding radiance all over his body.
His aura was cold and terrifying.
Everyone who was in a trance was startled awake by this ice-like voice, and couldn't help but shudder. They immediately looked back with great knowledge, quickly lowered their heads and went about their own business, even if there was nothing wrong.
Pretending to be very busy.
Nan Sheng Gu Yao has spoken like this. Who dares to risk his life to take a peek? These people are all well-trained and capable subordinates of Nan Sheng Gu Yao. For Nan Sheng Gu Yao, it is definitely a royal order. In addition to obeying
Absolutely no one dares to violate it.
After a while, everyone in the medicinal garden began to be busy. They became extremely busy, and everyone dared to let themselves be idle.
Because of Nan Sheng Gu Yao's voice, Feng Juechen also came back to his senses. Only then did he realize that the medicinal material in his hand had been crushed and ravaged into pieces by him, and all the leaves had been plucked by him.
Bare.
Feng Juechen clenched his fingers tightly, and there were leaves in his hands. The edges of the leaves were as sharp as razor blades. If he was not careful, he would cut his hand.
Feng Juechen's palm had been cut countless times without knowing it. The bright red blood inside dripped from his palm. The blood was mixed with the liquid from the crushed leaves, drop by drop.
It keeps dripping on the ground.
Feng Juechen looked at his palm, which was red and green, and the blood from the wound was still pouring out. Even if there were more wounds on his hand, he did not feel a trace of pain, which made people feel
The pain is in my heart.
The pain in his heart was dozens of times greater than the pain in his hands. It was as if these sharp leaves were cutting not his palms, but his heart. On his heart, they were being cut one after another.
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Feng Juechen felt very depressed in his heart. The heart-cutting pain made him squat down uncontrollably, but his eyes were still staring at Huang Yuezhen tightly.
He kept telling himself that Nan Sheng Gu Yao was very good to her and she was living a good life. Feng Juechen, you should be very happy. She was living a good life. Why are you so uncomfortable?
Aren't you supposed to be happy for her too?
Feng Juechen weakly moved her lips, trying to make her smile look bright. However, the smile was no longer as bright as before, and was mixed with boundless bitterness.
He couldn't help but feel uncomfortable and distressed when he saw her and Nan Sheng Gu Yao together.
The bitter jealousy still filled his chest without air. No matter how he tried to suppress it, he couldn't suppress it. His reason seemed particularly weak in his feelings...