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Rui's brain eliminates the beast, and the curtain is fluttering.

Jiang Fei was lying in a coma, I don't know how long it took, it seemed like a dream, he always felt that there were a pair of tender hands brushing over his body.

Moreover, more than one pair.

He shook Murong Feiqing's hand and knew what it was like.

However, in his sleep, there was another pair of hands, compared to Murong Feiqing's coolness, these hands seemed much warmer, like hot water in a hot spring, comfortable and comfortable.

How can there be other people's hands?

Whose hands do they belong to?

I vaguely remember that when he fought with the Wild Waves Gang in Linhai Fishing Village and fell down from exhaustion, only Murong Feiqing was by his side.

Who else but her?

Is it just a delusion?

Suddenly, the warm feeling approached again, caressing and wiping on his chest.

Jiang Fei's heart was shocked, and he grabbed it, he really wanted to see whose warm hands it was, but his eyes couldn't be opened.

"Brother Fei, are you awake?"

Murong Feiqing's clear voice rang in his ears, and Jiang Fei wanted to respond in response, but he couldn't open his mouth.

It seems that these hands are not someone else's, or Murong Feiqing, as for why they became warm, I think they were using a handkerchief dipped in warm water to wipe the blood stains on Jiang Fei's body.

Before repelling the Wild Wave Gang, he fought against the Thirteen Demonstrators, and was severely injured and bled a lot.

The hand on his body stopped for a moment, and Murong Feiqing saw that Jiang Fei did not move, sighed leisurely, and continued to wipe the blood on his body for him.

"Brother Fei, you have to wake up quickly...... Do you know how worried I am......"

Murong Feiqing had already gotten up to leave, but her caring voice had been hovering in this gorgeous room for a long time.

It's close to the ear, but it's as far away as a dream.

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......

A few more days passed.

"Brother Fei, you have to wake up quickly...... Do you know how worried I am......"

The moonlight was as white as practice, fluttering into the window, stretching on the purple stone floor, dancing with cold and frosty thoughts.

The elegant fragrance lingered in the room, Jiang Fei opened his eyes, and on the windowsill, there was a figure sitting.

The figure is graceful and slender, but he can't see his face clearly, Jiang Fei is a little confused and feels very strange.

In this room, apart from him and Murong Feiqing, will there be anyone else?

He stood up and walked over, the moonlight brushing his footsteps, gently wrapping.

The closer Jiang Fei got closer, the stronger the strange feeling became, and the figure on the windowsill didn't move, as if he hadn't found him, and as if he had been waiting.

"You're awake. ”

The figure spoke, although it was a little weak, but it could be heard that it was a man's voice.

"Who are you?"

Jiang Fei lowered his eyebrows and asked.

"Why, I've only been in a coma for two days, and I can't remember anything clearly?"

The figure smiled, turned his head, and a white mask full of smiles jumped into Jiang Fei's eyes.

Jiang Fei didn't speak, although this mask was not enough to make people forget, but it was also quite special, of course he remembered.

This person is one of the five princes' entourage.

"Others, where did you go?"

Jiang Fei wanted to only ask Murong Feiqing, but in the face of such a half-baked person, he was unwilling to reveal his true feelings.

The masked man stood up, his slender hand exposed to the moonlight, and he slowly lifted it, gently opening and closing, like a violet flower bone in full bloom.

"Shouldn't you ask where your sweetheart has gone?"

Jiang Fei smiled indifferently and said, "I should ask, but I shouldn't ask you." ”

The masked man stared at him, chuckled, and said, "I probably know." ”

His hands, still dancing, are becoming more and more bewitching, and the petals are clearly visible, actually withering in pieces.

It can be seen that this man's hands are not only slender, but also very tender.

"If you knew, you wouldn't be here. ”

Jiang Fei didn't suspect that he didn't know where Murong Feiqing was, but wanted to stimulate him and say why he was here.

The masked man chuckled softly and said, "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have the heart to stay here." ”

Jiang Fei frowned, he always felt that the masked man's voice was just a disguise, and his true identity was mostly a woman.

When I saw it for the first time, I felt strange, but I never had a chance to ask him, at this time, Jiang Fei wanted to know, so he simply stopped being patient and asked, "Are you a man?"

The hand under the moonlight stopped dancing, and the masked man's eyes smiled and said softly: "What, do you want to try?"

As he spoke, he covered his mask with one hand and moved it up two inches, and the bright ruddy fell off in the moonlight, burning the surrounding temperature like a blazing fire.

No matter which angle you look at, this red lip is just right, perfect and unreasonable.

The masked man came up softly and blew in Jiang Fei's ear, the fragrant fragrance was very strong, but it was not vulgar, and there was an elegant charm.

In Jiang Fei's eyes, there were cherry branches in full bloom, clusters of clumps accumulating, and the bright brilliance quickly climbed, overshadowing the gentle moonlight.

He turned his head away and held his breath, this fragrance was not like a mortal thing, like a fairy shadow fluttering and falling above the nine heavens.

You don't have to see it clearly, it's enough to fall into it.

"You're really not a man. ”

Jiang Fei smiled indifferently and said in a deep voice.

The masked man sighed softly, and said softly: "Whether it's a man or not, you don't dare to face it." ”

Don't dare to face it?

Jiang Fei just didn't want to have a misunderstanding with such a strange person, so he chose to avoid it.

Now that I think about it, there is no one around to see it, so there is no need to dodge at all.

He looked straight over, the fragrant fragrance was still permeating, and the masked man was no longer in front of him, and he sat back on the windowsill, the pale mask, affectionately contrasting with the vast clouds.

Jiang Fei was a little confused, and after waking up, he hadn't figured out what kind of place this was.

He wanted to ask the masked man, but he stopped, if he wanted to say, he didn't have to wait to ask, just like his identity, whether he was a man or a woman, it all depended on his mood.

Whether to say it or not depends on his mood.

Just like now, he has been sitting on the windowsill, Jiang Fei walked out, the white mask turned around, but he never spoke.

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Lingyan Building, nine floors.

There is a corridor on the side of the building, and there are many people standing, the clouds are ethereal, and they shake slowly, and they are in it, as if they are stepping on the clouds.

In the thin place of the clouds, there is a faint light flickering, such as the color of jade, saturated and warm, it turns out, on the edge of the corridor, there is a railing, otherwise these tourists who watch the clouds and look at the sea, I am afraid that there will be a lot of people who will step on the air with one foot, and fall down.

"You love him?"

"Love?"

Murong Feiqing frowned, she didn't know what the purpose of the cloaked man was coming, but it was the first time she had heard such a strange question.

She has known Jiang Fei for so many years, and she has been very kind since she was a child.

As for love or not, she couldn't say clearly, not because the feelings were not deep, but because they had not seriously expressed such emotions.

"What do you love or not?

Murong Feiqing didn't understand it, and she was very reluctant to answer such a question to the cloaked man.

The man in the cloak was expressionless, and his voice was desolate: "Falling in love with someone is a very painful thing, I advise you, don't try." ”

His desolation, like a dark night without stars and moons, has no end in sight, and even nothing can be seen.

I don't know why such a person still talks about feelings.

Moreover, I still love this inscrutable feeling.

Could it be, he once had?

Or has it been abandoned?

Or, he was forgotten?

Murong Feiqing wanted to laugh, but she couldn't, it was really strange, this person usually didn't speak, but today, he actually came to her to talk about this profound feeling.

She was a little angry and said, "You don't have to be careful, whether I love it or not, it has nothing to do with you." ”

The man in the cloak was still desolate, and said, "It's okay, why should I look for you?"

Murong Feiqing looked sideways at the clouds, her clear eyes were clear and translucent, and said, "That's right, you don't have to look for me, who asked you to come?"

The man in the cloak said, "If I want to say, I don't need to ask. I don't say it because he doesn't want you to know yet. ”

"Needless to say, besides the five princes, who else will there be?"

Murong Feiqing'e raised her eyebrows slightly, although she had a premonition that the fifth prince had bad intentions towards her, but she didn't expect that he would actually send his subordinates to find her when Jiang Fei was seriously injured and couldn't wake up, blatantly asking some inappropriate words.

What a bully!

"Not necessarily, you see, there are a lot of people who are interesting to you. ”

The man in the cloak said, his desolate eyes squinted around, and sure enough, although the passing tourists, although their confused eyes were looking at the clouds and smoke, they were all glued to Murong Feiqing's side.

Murong Feiqing sighed lightly, lowered her eyes, and said in a clear voice: "Brother Fei hasn't woken up yet, I want to go back to take care of him, and I won't accompany him." ”

Before she could finish speaking, the ribbon was already drifting away, drawing the eyes of the surrounding tourists, who fell for it, like a wheat field blown crooked by the spring breeze.

Only the man in the cloak looked unmoved, and he still stood there, like a sharp sword.

His eyes only move when it's time to fight.

"It seems that it is not time to ...... yet"

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