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Fei Ming slowly walked towards the girl, the blue-haired girl originally had a grateful look, but now she was extremely vigilant by his action, she kept trembling and moved her delicate body back, it was obvious that the girl misunderstood Fei Ming's meaning. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Fei Ming saw the reason for her movements, and smiled helplessly, after Fei Ming returned to normal, he stretched out his fair right hand with a smile on his face at the same time, this action is extremely gentlemanly, and it makes people feel like a spring breeze. Fei Ming said to the blue-haired girl in a very soft voice: "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you, are you okay?" Although Fei Ming is not handsome, he has a special charm, coupled with Fei Ming's magnetic voice, which makes the girl's cheeks slightly red, and her inner defense line is destroyed, the girl hesitates for a moment and lowers her head and says in a small voice: "Thank you, I'm fine." The girl's voice is as crisp and moving as the chirping of a nightingale, which makes people calm down, as if it can sweep away the dust in people's souls, and no matter how much they pursue fame and fortune, their hearts will be calm. Fei Ming enjoyed this moment very much, he had never heard the gentle voice of the opposite sex, he was an orphan, he didn't know where his parents were since he was a child, and he didn't know what love, affection, and tenderness were...... In his world there is only coldness, loneliness, ruthlessness, cruelty and desolation. That's why he still has good thoughts, just because someone has helped him. When Fei Ming recalled, the blue-haired girl held her petite, white and tender hand in Fei Ming's right hand, and Fei Ming came to his senses, and the warmth and softness from his right hand made him very comfortable. Fei Ming gently pulled up the blue-haired girl, her blue eyes looked at Fei Ming very shyly, Fei Ming took away the black robe on the cultist of Gao, Fei Ming picked up the blue-haired girl and walked towards the outer ring of the Yuanxing Great Forest. After Fei Ming walked for about half a pillar of incense, two purple-robed people appeared at the scene of the murder, one of the gray-haired people quickly walked to the corpse, he looked at the corpse, and then looked at the surrounding traces of fighting, it can be said that there were blood stains everywhere. The gray-haired man saw a row of footprints, and that direction was the direction in which Fei Ming left, and the gray-haired man said to a purple-haired man in a rough voice: "Jing Shi, let's chase." The purple-haired man nodded, and walked in the direction of Fei Ming with the gray-haired man. At this time, Fei Ming was treating the blue-haired girl sitting on the big stone, and his hand touched the girl's skin several times, and the soft feeling made Fei Ming have a strange feeling. After bandaging the girl's wound again, Fei Ming took a long and deep breath, he could say that he had been suppressed for a long time, he had never touched a woman's skin, but there was still a reaction that a normal adolescent male should have. Fei Ming looked at the girl who had been silent, and the girl also looked like she was at her disposal when she was bandaging, Fei Ming sighed and walked in front of her, he took off the black robe he was wearing, and said to him on the girl's delicate body: "Girl, I can't protect you anymore, you will only be harmful to you if you follow me, and I may not need the things in this bag for you." The girl was stunned by his action, Fei Ming handed her the long sword, Fei Ming knew that soon the response of the Divine Soul Heavenly Sect would find him, and he couldn't drag this girl down. The girl took the long sword and said with a slightly red face: "If you are inconvenient, I will not follow you, my name is Bing Qingxin, don't forget it next time we meet." After Fei Ming remembered this nice name, he watched Bing Qingxin lift his long sword, wrapped in a black robe and hurriedly left, there was a trace of reluctance in his heart, looking at the direction in which Bing Qingxin disappeared, Fei Ming took out a tube from the black robe of the high cultist, which contained an extremely rare eighth-order Xuan Soul.

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