Xiao Lingxi's eyes fell on Xiao Yifeng, and her heart ached slightly.
He should have been high-spirited and high-spirited, but now... he has lost his spiritual elixir and his cultivation has been ruined... All of this is Qi Yuan's fault!
Xiao Lingxi's eyes were about to burst, and the fists in his sleeves clenched loudly.
Until a pair of warm hands attached to her, she raised her head and met Xiao Yifeng's warm eyes, and the anger in her heart gradually dissipated.
Suddenly, Xiao Lingxi frowned slightly, "You don't look good, but what's wrong with you?"
Xiao Yifeng paused and raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "Maybe I was blown by the cold wind just now when I went down the mountain. It looks like it's going to snow outside."
"Then go and rest!"
Xiao Lingxi stood up and pushed Xiao Yifeng, pushed him onto the bed, and made some hot porridge and side dishes to bring in. Huangfu Chen left at some point, leaving space for the two of them.
Looking at Xiao Lingxi's busy figure, Xiao Yifeng felt peaceful in his heart at the moment.
Maybe, this is good.
The years are quiet and peaceful, and this world is stable.
Just wanting real stability is easier said than done?
"Yifeng, what's wrong?"
Xiao Yifeng looked into her worried eyes and pulled her to sit down, "Have you eaten? Let's go together."
It was rare for Xiao Yifeng to take the initiative to get close to him. Lingxi was overjoyed and nodded immediately.
The two had a simple but warm meal together, and then sat down to talk. They didn't mention anything serious, just some gossip. From the beginning to the end, Lingxi was talking alone, while he listened quietly.
With.
There was always a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth as Lingxi spoke, and his voice gradually became lower.
Xiao Yifeng lowered his head and found that Xiao Lingxi had fallen asleep lying on his pillow at some point.
Xiao Lingxi was sleeping deeply. When she got closer, Xiao Yifeng noticed that there was a circle of black and blue under her eyelids. She must have not had a good rest for a long time.
Xiao Yifeng felt guilty, so he gently carried her to the bed, covered her with a quilt, and looked at her quietly for a long time.
Until sleepiness hit him, Xiao Yifeng fell into a deep sleep.
The next day, when Xiao Yifeng woke up, Xiao Lingxi was still sleeping.
He tucked Lingxi into bed, and Lingxi stirred in her sleep. Suddenly, a tear fell from the corner of her eye.
"Master, Xiaosi..."
Xiao Yifeng's hands suddenly stiffened.
In an instant, the whole person seemed to be swept by a huge wave.
Xiao Yifeng looked at the tears on Xiao Lingxi's cheeks, feeling overwhelming guilt in his heart.
Xiao Yifeng, Xiao Yifeng, what have you done! You obviously promised to take good care of her and not let her suffer any grievance! But now...
The fists in Xiao Yifeng's sleeves were clenched tightly. He closed his eyes and hid all his emotions in his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, he felt calm.
Xiao Yifeng, what if there is no elixir?
So what if his cultivation is abolished? For Lingxi, for his master, and for the people around him who have always cared and supported him, he must not let him fall like this!
He had hands and feet, and his limbs were sound, but he didn't believe that Xiao Yifeng couldn't make it in the world!
His eyes are huge and shining.
At this moment, he once again became the Xiao Yifeng he was before.
The fearless Xiao Yifeng.
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Ling Xuewei was in a daze, and she always felt a low and familiar voice echoing in her ears.
When she opened her eyes, she saw a face that made her think about it day and night.
At that moment, she almost thought she was still dreaming.
It wasn't until she felt a real touch on her face that she suddenly woke up. It turned out that it was not a dream!
Ye Moyan is really back!
"Yan..." Ling Xuewei opened her mouth.
"Weier..."
Ye Moyan hugged Ling Xuewei tightly, his voice hoarse.
He tightened his arms, as if he wanted to rub her into flesh and blood, but he was afraid of hurting her.
Ling Xuewei hugged Ye Moyan's neck tightly and buried her head in his neck, tears welling up in her eyes.
During this period, all the longing, anxiety, anger, and despair accumulated in my heart could no longer be endured the moment I saw Ye Moyan.
Only in front of Ye Moyan can she take off all disguises and fully present her true self in front of Ye Moyan.
She is not an iron person, she is also a person of flesh and blood who can be sad and painful.
Overnight, the sect was destroyed, the master was in a coma, the eldest brother and Aunt Lan were gone, and Master Shao and Master Sheng Yan were also killed in the battle, leaving only a withered and dilapidated sect.
She doesn't show it on the surface, but in fact it's as if a heavy stone is weighing on her heart. Her tense heartstrings dare not relax for a moment, for fear that the enemy will take advantage of her.
Now, Ye Moyan is back.
She no longer needs to pretend to be strong.
In front of Ye Moyan, she can act coquettishly, willfully, and vent all her emotions.
"You're finally back... Why did you come back? You don't know, a lot of things happened during the time you left..." Ling Xuewei spoke intermittently, describing things incoherently and incoherently.
But Ye Moyan listened carefully and did not interrupt her. He stroked her back with gentle force.
After a while, she finally calmed down.
And Ye Moyan's shoulder was already in a mess.
Her eyes and nose were red, and she was looking at the mess there without any embarrassment.
Ling Xuewei let go of Ye Moyan and then looked at him carefully.
Ye Moyan has not changed much, except that he is a little unshaven and haggard, but this does not diminish his handsomeness at all, and instead adds a bit of wild charm.
One pair of eyes seemed to be deeper than before.
When you look over it, it looks like a deep sea with no bottom.
But what hasn't changed is the gentleness of the condemnation. It seems that only when looking at her, the sharpness and edge of the past will be lost, and it will turn into a softness that makes people feel intoxicated.
Looking at each other.
They looked at each other quietly, and for that moment, it seemed like their eyes had lasted for eternity.
I just miss you endlessly, and the exquisite dice hold the red beans.
In the past two months, day and night, Ling Xuewei had looked into the void many times, missing him. How many times had his figure fallen asleep every night, but every time she woke up, she found that it was only an phantom after all.
Ling Xuewei hid Ye Moyan's thoughts deep in her heart. During the day, she was Fanxu's empress, the city lord of the Independent State, and Ling Xuewei who had a heavy responsibility. She could not relax, and she did not dare to relax.
But every night, this longing was out of control, drowning her like a spring.
It erodes the bones and destroys the soul, making it difficult to sleep.
She reached out and touched Ye Moyan's face.
It seemed that she wanted to make sure that this scene was not a dream. She didn't want to experience the kind of thing where she had hope but was disappointed again and again.
Ye Moyan's face is still as deep as a sculpture, from his eyebrows, to his nose, to his lips...
Ye Moyan took hold of her wrist, pulled her into his arms, and bent his head to seal her lips.
The kiss swept over me like a storm.
Drown her, and him.
It seems to be telling the lovesickness these days.
Ye Moyan didn't let go of Ling Xuewei until she couldn't breathe.
Ye Moyan caressed Ling Xuewei's cheek with his fingers and pressed a kiss between her eyebrows. (To be continued)