Feng Jiuer dragged her painful body and rushed over.
When she came to Long Feiyan's side, she stopped.
Today, Long Feiyan has her hair pulled up and is dressed like a village woman. She looks more approachable than every time they meet before.
Moreover, she came in with porridge, very down-to-earth.
At this moment, Long Feiyan was less indifferent and more humane.
Feng Jiuer almost forgot how cruel her mother was before, and almost couldn't help but rush to hug her.
Although Feng Jiuer didn't know what her mother had experienced besides family feud, she still felt sorry for her mother from time to time.
If it was possible, how could a little girl arm herself like this?
"mother."
Feng Jiuer pursed her lips and called again.
"Sit down."
Long Feiyan pulled up a chair and sat down herself.
Feng Jiuer sat down on the chair in front of her and kept looking at Long Feiyan, but for a moment she didn't know what to say.
Long Feiyan picked up the spoon, stirred the porridge in the bowl, and handed it to her.
"I told you, if you want anything, ask after you eat."
Feng Jiuer took the bowl, looked away from Long Feiyan, buried her head, and took a sip.
"I can't even remember the last time I cooked porridge. If it doesn't taste good, I'll just order it."
Long Feiyan looked at her and said calmly.
Feng Jiuer turned her head, glanced at Long Feiyan, and shook her head.
"No, I feel fine!"
Looking away, she took a spoonful of porridge and curled her lips slightly.
"How could I not like the porridge my mother cooked for me?"
Feng Jiu'er didn't know when she had completely regarded herself as the real Feng Jiu'er.
She longs for father's love and mother's love. This is a real feeling and she is longing for it.
Long Feiyan looked at her and said nothing.
Feng Jiuer put another mouthful of white porridge into her mouth, unable to describe the joy in her heart.
She thought she would die, but she didn't expect that she would meet her mother after this fall.
Feng Jiuer glanced sideways at Long Feiyan from time to time, and she ate the bowl of porridge for a quarter of an hour.
With a "clang" sound, Feng Jiuer licked her lips, put the bowl down, and looked sideways at Long Feiyan.
"Mom, did you save me?"
"Who else would it be?"
Thinking of what happened a few days ago, Long Feiyan didn't look good.
"Thanks!"
Feng Jiuer looked at her and pursed her lips again.
It's not that I don't miss her, I miss her all the time, but when we meet again and the two of them can sit down and chat, Feng Jiuer is a little overwhelmed.
She coughed lightly, stood up, and looked outside.
"What is this place?
How long have I been asleep?"
"I don't know where it is in the deep mountains and wild forests. Today is the third day. How do you feel now?"
Long Feiyan responded softly.
Feng Jiuer looked down at herself, stretched out her hands, and kicked her legs.
It's been three days and I wonder what her man is doing now?
She is not dead, but does she still want to go back and die?
"Still thinking about him?"
Long Feiyan stood up, her voice much calmer.
Feng Jiuer nodded lightly and did not deny it.
"If it hadn't been for...this accident, he and I would have gotten married two days ago."
As soon as the words came to her mouth, Feng Jiuer changed her mind.
If my mother knew that the people next to Uncle Nine Emperors wanted to kill her twice, my mother would definitely not agree to let her go back.
Regardless of whether he goes back or not, Feng Jiuer doesn't want this fact to be known to Long Feiyan for the time being.
"Accident?"
Long Feiyan took a deep breath, but the breath he exhaled was cold.
Feng Jiuer pursed her lips and turned to look at her.
"mother."
She took two steps back and gently grabbed Long Feiyan's sleeves, "You know everything?"
Long Feiyan glanced at her, turned around, and came to a window.
She looked outside, with her back to Feng Jiu'er, and said calmly: "It means that you still want to go back even though you know it is a dead end?"
"No!"
Feng Jiuer waved her hand, "How is that possible?
Mom, I have no intention of going back."
"It's just..." She blinked and lowered her head, "This was not his idea."
Looking up at Long Feiyan, Feng Jiuer continued: "Mom, he loves me very much, I'm sure, but it's a pity..." "It's a pity that you are on a different path from him!"
Long Feiyan snorted coldly, her breath getting colder and colder.
Feng Jiuer didn't expect that she would be so angry. She wanted to say something, but in the end, she couldn't.
The expectations her mother placed on her were no less than the expectations placed on him by people like the Nine Emperors Uncle and Di Ji. She did let her down.
Feng Jiuer was stunned for a moment, took two steps forward, came to the window, and looked outside.
Outside the window, there are green trees, and the grass on the grass has just revealed its buds, and everything looks happy.
"What a nice view!"
The thatched house was quiet for a while, and Feng Jiuer sighed softly.
In spring, everything revives and is full of vitality.
Spring symbolizes life and everything can start anew. It is Feng Jiuer's favorite season.
In this paradise-like place, there is no noise or dust around, and it is as beautiful as picturesque.
Feng Jiuer admired the scenery for a while, then turned to meet Long Feiyan's gaze.
"Mom, you did not hesitate to sacrifice my father to let me practice the peerless magic skills. How could I not cherish my own life? It is my fault."
"Actually, I have not given up. I just hope that I can advance and retreat together with Uncle Nine Emperors."
"I don't have to rely on anyone, but I don't feel that being with him is hindering my affairs."
"Mom, please believe that I am not just focusing on romance and forgetting about business."
Feng Jiuer blinked and went over to gently hold Long Feiyan's hand.
Seeing her rejection, Feng Jiuer's lips curved slightly.
"Mom, I know that besides Nanmen Rong, there are other enemies of our Long family."
"You worked so hard to make me stronger because you thought that one day, I would be able to stand by your side and kill the enemies of our Long family with you."
"I know that, and I won't let our feud with the Long family be forgotten, but this doesn't conflict with my being with Uncle Nine Emperors, does it?"
"Of course the people around him can't tolerate me. This is a fact. If I survive the disaster, I won't be stupid enough to go back and die again."
"I just feel that after the great revenge is avenged, he and I..." "No!"
Long Feiyan pushed Feng Jiuer's hand away, "It will never be possible between you and him! It will never be possible for you forever!"
Long Feiyan faced out the window and clenched her fists tightly.
"This is impossible! Anyone can do it, but it can't be him!"
She was so excited that her body was shaking a little.
Although in Feng Jiu'er's heart, her mother had always been very cruel, this was the first time Feng Jiu'er had seen Long Feiyan in this situation.
Seeing the deep hatred in Long Feiyan's eyes, Feng Jiuer's heart throbbed.
She was stunned for a while and asked in a low voice: "Who is the enemy of our Long family?"
