Hongjiao hurriedly told Fuchen that Ling Yan had fully recovered and asked him not to worry. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Fuchen nodded slowly after hearing this, and said with emotion: "Speaking of which, I can get acquainted with Yurao, thanks to Ling Yan, that child was bored when he was recuperating in Lingquan, and some little demons came to the door to ask for some common sense of cultivators in the human world. ”

A word made Hong Jiao's heart turbulent, it turned out that there was this tortuous reason between Ling Yan and Yurao, according to her original thoughts, Ling Yan was probably trying to please Fu Chen, so she used some beautiful banshees to win over Fu Chen, just now she laughed at Ling Yan for being stupid, but she didn't expect this to be the case, according to Fu Chen's tone, Ling Yan helped Fu Chen find a partner, but there was a bit of a deliberate taste.

But for what?

Hong Jiao couldn't figure it out.

Because she was still unsure of the reason, she remained silent when the women were chattering and saying bad things about Ling Yan.

"What are you thinking, Jiaojiao?" Fuchen noticed that Hongjiao was distracted, and asked with a smile.

Hong Jiao turned her head violently, and then her shy and indifferent face bloomed, and said with a smile: "It's still Sister Ling Yan's heart that she didn't expect to do as a sister, and I feel ashamed when I think of this." ”

Fuchen was stunned for a moment, and shook his head, "You, you really think too highly of her." ”

This reaction made Hong Jiao even more confused, the reason why she said that just now was completely out of the intention of inquiry, that is, to find out what kind of relationship Ling Yan and Yurao was, whether Yurao had the scheming to approach Ling Yan and then get to know Fuchen, or whether Ling Yan had the purpose of wooing Fuchen at the beginning and kept Yurao by her side.

Who knew that when she was struggling with this question, Fuchen suddenly threw out such a sentence.

"Do you really think she's thinking about me? She was just idle and bored and had nothing to do, so she was trying to help me find a double cultivation partner. The dust pursed his lips, but the smile in his eyes never disappeared. After a pause, he said as if he remembered something: "Speaking of which, I blame me for ignoring her before, I always feel that she is still young, and she comes from a small village in the middle of nowhere, and she can't think through many things, so I want to let her go, and when she grows up in a few years, many truths will naturally be understood." Who knows, I suddenly fell ill, and at first I really thought that something had happened, but fortunately, there was no danger, and there was no danger......"

Fuchen seemed to be caught up in memory, not paying attention to Hongjiao's pale face and incredulous gaze.

"Before, she didn't understand why I had so many dual partners, and although she didn't say it explicitly, I understood her thoughts. And her illness, her brain seems to have suddenly opened up, not only no longer secretly complaining about the number of partners around me, but also helping me everywhere, at first I didn't understand, but later, I thought about something......"

Speaking of this, he paused slightly and looked at Hongjiao in a daze.

Touching his sudden gaze, Hong Jiao, who had always been calm and calm, panicked in front of the dust for the first time, and hurriedly covered it up with words, "Master's words are really surprising, I didn't expect Sister Ling Yan to have such thoughts in her heart...... However, as Ye said, she is from a different background than us, and it is normal for her to think differently from us...... Oh, by the way, I just said that I want to figure out some things, what is it? ”

"She helped me Zhang Luo purely deliberately, but it smelled of revenge, but this way is very special."

After saying that, Fuchen laughed, and even Hongjiao, who had been with him for more than 300 years, didn't understand why Fuchen laughed.

During a meal, Fuchen spent most of his time talking about Jiang Muxue, even if it was night, Fuchen stayed, but Hongjiao lost her previous expectations and joy, and the feeling of Fuchen was greatly reduced when she was double cultivated.

For the first time in many years, the two of them gave up halfway and didn't even complete a set of actions.

The dust was a little unfinished, Hongjiao was ashamed and ashamed, but the two of them slept in clothes, but they couldn't sleep.

In a trance, Hongjiao suddenly woke up, and then said to Fuchen: "Master, I didn't let you enjoy it today, my heart is like a knife, or I will send you to Sister Ling Yan?" ”

Fuchen waved his hand, not impressed, only said that Jiang Muxue's body was not suitable for fatigue at the beginning of her recovery, so Hongjiao thought about it and said: "Then go to Sister Yurao, she just came to Ruoxufeng and is not familiar with everything around her, it is better for you to accompany her more." ”

The name Yurao made Fuchen slightly moved, people are born by people, and demons are born by demons, so the difference between the two is very big from the origin.

Especially in the room technique, I remember the first night, when the dust was crazy when he saw Yurao's enchantment and boldness.

But he was worried about Hongjiao's body and didn't want to leave, he didn't know Hongjiao's thoughts, thinking that her inability to concentrate was due to physical discomfort, but Hongjiao smiled and said: "I'm just a little tired recently, it's fine, don't worry." ”

Fuchen looked at Hongjiao up and down, thinking that she had the cultivation in the late stage of foundation building, and had absolute strength to crush most of the female cultivators of the Xuanqing faction, so her body should not have problems casually. On the other hand, Hongjiao is now nearly four hundred years old, which is not comparable to Ling Yan, who is only twenty-six years old.

So, he was relieved when he left.

As soon as the person left, Hongjiao immediately collapsed.

For the first time, she perceived a crisis that she had never felt before. For a long time, she always thought that she was the most important thing to dusting, other women were dispensable, and only herself was the most important.

However, tonight's words made her realize that it was not at all.

No matter how much Fuchen doted on her, she never penetrated her state of mind, or rather, she never showed such a careful thought as Ling Yan in front of Fuchen.

She is the partner of the best man in the entire Ethereal Continent, and she is still the first, how can she have that kind of mind that can't be on the stage?

No, no, no, it doesn't matter if you are careful or not, what matters is the careful observation of the dust, if you don't really care about a person, how can he be so careful?

Hongjiao felt that her mind was already chaotic at this moment, and the amount of information she received tonight was too large, and she felt that she needed a while to sort it out carefully.

So, Hongjiao didn't sleep all night.

After leaving Jiaoyuan, Fuchen went directly to the Yuhua Palace, but when he got to the door, he suddenly turned around and left.

The reason is that he remembered the conversation with Hongjiao at dinner, and found that since he came back from Yunyou, he hadn't inquired about the situation of the little girl.

For a while, I felt very guilty in my heart, and I couldn't help but turn around and walk towards Jiang Muxue's Lingyan Pavilion.

A certain woman has been paying close attention to the actions of this group of men and women, and when she noticed that the dust was coming to her, she immediately ordered someone to turn off the lights and go to bed. Therefore, when the dust arrived, the entire Lingyan Pavilion was pitch black, and from the outside, you could tell that the people inside had already slept.

Fuchen shook his head, laughed regretfully, and went back to his palace.

A certain woman breathed a sigh of relief, and continued to explore and practice in the black light, and now there is still a gap between her and the dust, and before the real decisive battle comes, she must race against time. (To be continued.) )