No wonder she said that they have different paths and do not seek each other.
After hearing this, Zhizhi kept shaking his head, shaking and shaking, without realizing it for a long time. He was sitting on Mo Lian's head, and Mo Lian couldn't see him shaking his head.
When Feng Lianyi woke up, he dimly saw a figure sitting next to the bed, leaning his head against the bedpost, resting with his eyes closed. One leg was bent, and she lazily put her hand on her leg.
Very leisurely, yet full of vigilance.
He didn't move, and stared blankly for a while, reluctant to even blink.
How could an alert person like her not notice such a fiery gaze? She slowly opened her eyes, met his gaze, and smiled softly.
Feng Lianyi looked at her in shock, she was not the most beautiful, but that smile, even a slight wink, could make him fascinated and unable to extricate himself.
After laughing, Huang Beiyue's face gradually returned to normal. She lowered her head, looked at him, and said softly: "Don't worry, Queen Yin is fine."
There was a clear flash of pain in his eyes, and he turned away slightly and said, "Yue, am I terrible when I look like that?"
Huang Beiyue leaned down and happened to lie on his chest. She raised her hand and gently swept the wound on his heart, "The Feng Lianyi in my heart has never changed. Maybe you have flaws now, but
I will never forget you, the most perfect person."
Feng Lianyi's heart trembled, he hugged her tightly, buried his face in her hair, and said in a low but helpless trembling voice: "Yue, save me..."
The tears in her eyes suddenly flowed down unsatisfactorily. Huang Beiyue pressed tightly against his chest, took a deep breath in his arms, and then said: "I'm here."
She could feel his current fear bit by bit from his rapidly beating heart. His arms were warm, but she felt deeply uneasy.
His words "Save me" conveyed a lot of bitterness and bitterness that could not be expressed to outsiders. She did not think that Feng Lianyi was weak like this. She knew very well how strong he was, but no matter how strong his heart was, he could not bear to do it with his own hands.
Cut off the fear of those you love.
If he knew that this day was coming, and that this day was slowly approaching, his fear would be deeper than the people he was about to kill!
In fact, the dead are not in pain. With their eyes closed and their souls in despair, they will no longer remember all the past events. The real pain is for the living.
Lean against his chest and feel the powerful power of King Shura transmitted from his strong muscles.
Huang Beiyue closed her eyes and murmured, "Does it still hurt?"
The wound on his heart is gradually healing. The black blood has drained away. Now the wound is scabbed, and there should be no more heart-gnawing pain every night.
Feng Lianyi held her little hand on his wound and said, "I hope it still hurts."
"Am I so bad that I will hurt you forever?" Huang Beiyue said in a brisk tone.
Feng Lianyi said: "Yue, only when there is severe pain here, I feel that you are vivid. If there is no pain here, I am afraid that I will forget you."
Huang Beiyue was startled for a moment, her mind buzzing for a moment, and the scene of him dealing with the Yin Queen seemed to reappear in front of her eyes.
"Damn Shura City!" She cursed in a low voice, clenched her fists tightly, and suddenly got up from him.
"moon?"
Huang Beiyue turned back to look at him with infatuated eyes, and held his hand again.
