Could it be that his position in Yue Ya'er's heart has been replaced by that guy who pretends to be crazy and acts like a fool?
The strong feeling of suffocation swallowed up the fire in his heart, and he suddenly lost the urge to compete with Feng Qingyang!
Yes, if this woman no longer cares about him, then what's the point of the showdown between him and Feng Qingyang?
He stood proudly on the spot like a green pine, staring at the girl in the distance with his burning eyes.
Staring at the little hand she held tightly on the back of Feng Qingyang's hand.
A little starlight shines, and the back of the girl's hand is so white under the moonlight.
As white as jade and holy.
In the backlight, he couldn't see her face or her eyes, but he could imagine the concern that Feng Qingyang's eyes should have filled from the arc of her looking up.
My heart full of expectations suddenly hit rock bottom.
Yue Ya'er once said, love is a very, very stingy little girl. When you have her, she is sweet, she is happy, and she doesn't care about anything!
But when you miss her, she is indifferent, she is ignorant, and she is the coldest sharp sword.
He has missed the love she gave him!
It's not easy to get her to look back.
He put away the spiritual power condensed in his palms in despair. At that moment, his world was gray!
He looked at her motionless like a enchanted wooden figure.
The hearts that were finally glued together were cracked with tiny cracks...
In the distance, the sound of fighting was roaring, echoing in the ears of the two people who looked at each other deeply, turning a deaf ear.
Chen Xi only knew that she couldn't watch him ignore her own safety, and she never wanted to see him in a coma again.
Biting her red lips, she scolded the handsome man with smiling eyes in displeasure: "Smile, laugh, laugh! Damn it! Damn it, I finally managed to pull you back from hell, and I saw you jumping around twelve times.
Where is the time? You still want to use spiritual power? You don’t want your life, right?
Okay, since you don't know how to cherish your own life, then what else should I care about you?
Do you want to kill someone?
Kill, kill, kill everyone in the world, even your own life in the end!"
She waved his hand away angrily, and in her big round eyes, two clusters of blazing flames wanted to burn this inexplicably convulsing guy!
Feng Qingyang's lips curved, and a smile flowed in her eyes.
Every time the girl scolded him, the smile on his face became brighter.
He stared at her deeply, with some expectation in his heart: "Are you so worried that I will die?"
At this moment, he did not use the word "I am king".
Chen Xi didn't notice the change in his self-identification. She only knew that her chest was blocked by a mess and she was very irritable and angry.
When she was annoyed, she raised her hand without thinking and hit Feng Qingyang on the head unceremoniously: "Nonsense, you are so weak, how can I not worry?"
She hit really hard.
The white crescent moon jade on Feng Qingyang's forehead shook, and a red hill protruded from his forehead.
He pursed his lips with a smile and looked at a certain woman aggrievedly: "Xi'er, if I die, it will definitely not be in the hands of others, but in your hands."
Tapping her slender fingers on her forehead, Chen Xi glanced at his resentful eyes and shifted her gaze to his forehead. The red hill made her angry little face suddenly stiffen.