"This gun is not fatal, but as long as the person using it knows the acupuncture points of the human body, it will be very powerful. It can hold a hundred silver needles, enough to knock down a dozen masters... Wuya, what's wrong with you? Your heart is not good.
Comfortable?"
Long Xinghe, who was introducing the functions of the cyclone gun, looked up and saw Feng Wuya's frown.
She immediately put the cyclone gun away in her pocket and went to support Feng Wuya: "Does your heart feel uncomfortable? Is it uncomfortable? I'll go find Ah Li!"
Long Xinghe helped him sit down on the chair, turned around and left.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he took a step forward, his wrist was grabbed by him.
Long Xinghe lowered his head and looked at the big palm holding his wrist, feeling a little confused.
He has always disliked contact with girls.
Although she is as ugly as a ghost now, she is still a girl after all.
"Wuya..."
"I'm fine, I just... feel a little uncomfortable here for no reason." He covered the place where his heart was.
When Long Xinghe saw it, he became even more nervous: "I'll ask Ah Li to come over and show you."
He had undergone heart surgery and his heart was not feeling well at this time, which was definitely not a trivial matter.
I am afraid that there will be sequelae after the operation.
But he didn't let go.
"Wuya, let go first, I'll be back soon." Long Xinghe understood that when an illness occurs, patients always feel particularly insecure.
He held her hand tightly, and she was reluctant to push him away.
After thinking about it, he could only turn to the door and want to call Jiang Tao.
But Feng Wuya stopped him: "I don't want to see anyone right now."
"But……"
"I told you, I don't want to see anyone!" Feng Wuya emphasized his tone this time.
Seeing that she was still looking at him worriedly, Feng Wuya's voice finally softened: "I'm really fine, but... I'm fine now."
Just now, I felt a little uncomfortable thinking that she had to finish everything in a hurry and then leave.
"That……"
Long Xinghe still lowered his head and looked at the five fingers holding his wrist.
The roots and bones are clearly defined and green as white as jade. It is really indescribably beautiful.
If it weren't for the current situation, she would be really happy to be held by him.
Although, I know there is no result.
Feng Wuya knew what her doubts were, and he also had a lot of questions himself.
Why did he insist on holding her and not letting go?
But he himself doesn't know.
Long Xinghe thought of a reason for him: "Don't be afraid, let yourself be in a calm mood, and your heart will not feel uncomfortable."
Feng Wuya was stunned for a moment, and then looked at the worried look in her eyes when she stared at him, and suddenly understood.
It turned out that she held her hand because she thought he was afraid of getting sick.
That's fine, at least no explanation is needed.
He has never been a good explainer.
"Don't panic, calm yourself down." Long Xinghe was still comforting.
Feng Wuya raised his head and looked at her face.
Only then did Long Xinghe remember that for convenience, she didn't even wear a veil when she wasn't going out in her room.
Now, the scars on the entire face were displayed in front of him without any reservation.
For a moment, Long Xinghe felt so ashamed that he didn't even dare to look directly into his eyes.
Later, she gave up again.
It is already so ugly, and he has already seen it clearly, so what is there to cover it up?
When I think about it, my eyes become calm and generous.
She smiled and said, "Are you scared by my face? If you don't like it, I'll just put on a veil."
