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Mingfeng knew in his heart that although the blood in his body could not directly supply the Wind Yin Yarn, it could be supplied to anyone who was not from the Wind Yin family.

He was reluctant to give his blood to the so-called sister who was bent on killing him in order to become a complete furnace.

He was not willing to choose death. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been hiding in this city for two years, just waiting for a chance to take revenge.

But Mingfeng understands even more.

If it weren't for the purpose of saving him, Mingmei wouldn't have gone to the post station to find Feng Yinsha at all. I won't hurt myself like this in the duel with the wind and the yarn. Mingfeng couldn't stop biting his lower lip, although it was right that he hated the Ming family, but Mingmei really couldn't hate it.

The girl lying on the bed was pale. The eyebrows also seemed to frown slightly because of the discomfort.

Mingfeng stepped forward and sat down on the edge of the bright bed.

If it's really about relationships, Mingmei can be regarded as his sister.

couldn't help but reach out and touch the girl's closed eyes but still delicate eyebrows. Although the temperature of the tentacles is slightly cool, it can't hide the delicate touch like jade.

Mingfeng's fingers stopped on Mingmei's blood-thin lips. The fingertips are soft.

The boy couldn't help but blush slightly.

Just for a promise, Mingmei was able to come to save him regardless of her life. With such brightness, what qualifications does he have to add to her burden?

If she wasn't there, she wouldn't have to fight with Feng Yinsha for him anymore. I won't make myself look like I'm going to leave the world in the next second.

Mingfeng lowered his eyes. But he withdrew his palm.

Get up and walk over to your desk. Pen.

Although he is not full of blood, he is not able to use witchcraft. But the hatred he harbored gave him many opinions about the use of witchcraft by the Wind Minstrels. Since Mingmei will already become the young lady of the Shantai family, it is inevitable that she will be against the Fengyin family. The only thing he could help him with was to write down his understanding of witchcraft and leave it to her.

The boy stopped writing. Pick up the paper and let it air dry. Some reluctance.

Finished written. Something he can stay in this world. That's all.

The sky was already a little pale. It's almost dawn.

Night. It's coming to an end.

Mingfeng raised his eyes and looked at the girl lying on the bed. I don't know, after nightfall. Bright her, can you remember him.

But he suddenly smiled bitterly.

I'm afraid I'll remember. In the way of hate.

Mingfeng pursed his lips. The decision in my heart has already been made.

Standing next to Mingmei, he reached out and unbuttoned his clothes.

He didn't have Gu worms in his body. Although it is not possible to cross the bloodline to the bright light in the way of Gu worms. But there's another way.

In the most intimate way, the wind and blood in his body are crossed to Mingmei. Take virgin blood as a guide. At the cost of the life of the furnace.

Mingfeng sat on the edge of the bed, reaching out to support his bright and fair face. There was a gentle look in his eyes.

Thank you. Bright. Thank you for saving me with your life.

Thank you for being in my life.

And also. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry to cause you trouble again.

Mingfeng's hand slowly stretched out to the bright placket. Untie.

Even if even if you find that the sun is bright in the future, it is no longer a perfect body. With the power of brightness. The Lantai clan will not watch Mingguang leave.

Mingfeng thought so. It was a deep breath.

After all, I silently said I'm sorry.

But.

This should be the last time.

So bright. you

Hate me. Hate for a lifetime. Also.

Remember me for the rest of my life

Feng Yinyu dragged his arm that had been cut off a large piece of flesh and blood back to the house on the street of Tokomi Street.

The wind moaning yarn has not slept yet.

He sat on a stone bench in the courtyard, poured himself a drink and waited.

She wondered what the outcome of Feng Yinyu's assassination would be. I can't put it into words. It seems to be a kind of emotion called worry.

Now seeing that Feng Yinyu came back from being injured, he raised his eyebrows and mocked with a hook of his mouth, "Yo." We, Kaze-chanuha-sama, still have a time to miss. Look," Feng Yinsha's eyes fell on his bloody arm, "and the injury is really not light. Gee. ”

Feng Yinyu didn't care about Feng Yinsha's sneer, he had long been accustomed to Feng Yinsha's indifference. But I also figured out the habits of the wind and yarn. At this moment, the corners of his mouth were slightly curved, and he looked at the wind with a strong expression. "Our family yarn is really cruel to me."

Feng Yinsha snorted coldly, and directly raised her hand and threw the wine jar on the table against Feng Yinyu's arm.

The wind moaning feather remained in place. The jar shattered directly at his arm and scattered to the ground.

"If you scream again, the deity will cut off your tongue!" The wind groans fiercely on the lips.

Feng Yinyu smiled with a satisfied face, dragging his arms full of wine towards Feng Yinsha, and did not forget to say, "It would be better if this wine was stronger." I don't have to clean it up again. ”

Although Feng Yinyu is arm pain, it is slightly warm in the heart. That's probably why he took this person to heart, right?

Obviously when he saw him, he said that he was going to cut out his tongue and kill him, and he was obviously cruel to him, but he didn't really do it once.

It looks like it hurt him, but it does hurt him, but the ultimate goal is to use alcohol to clean his wounds. After all, if this kind of Cheng Dù's injury is not cleaned up first, his arm may be useless. And Feng Yinsha's caring mode of shouting and shouting and killing, Feng Yinyu only felt cute in his eyes.

Feng Yinsha saw that Feng Yinyu didn't call Shasha a name that made her disgusted when she heard it this time, so she didn't say anything bad again.

Stretched out his hand and picked up the strongest wine in the altar and put it in front of Feng Yinyu.

Feng Yinyu was already sitting next to Feng Yinsha at the moment, and pitifully handed his arm to Feng Yinyu, "It hurts." Don't you know how to feel sorry for me? ”

Feng Yinsha snorted coldly, raised his hand and poured the strongest wine in the jar on Feng Yinyu's arm. Wind Moan Feather grinned in pain. I couldn't help but look at the wind and mutter, "You ruthless"

Wind Yarn looked at Wind Whisper threateningly, "Huh? With a sigh, Feng Yinyu playfully changed the words that came to his lips, "You ruthless person." "The atmosphere between him and Sasha is just a little better, and he is reluctant to anger Sasha at this moment to spoil the atmosphere.

Feng Yinsha put the wine jar in her hand on the stone table, and looked Feng Yinyu's arm up and down a few times, "Look at your injury like this, that woman, is it okay?" ”

When Xingyan was in the restaurant, he fainted because of Yutai Gaojia, and when Mingmei came to rescue Mingfeng, it was also the time when Mingmei let Xingyan have a good rest, so Feng Yinsha had never seen Xingyan use sword intent. Naturally, this injury was attributed to Mingmei, who was going to assassinate Feng Yinyu.

But after hearing Feng Yinsha's words, Feng Yinyu's complexion turned cold for a moment.

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