"Water Ran, Water Ran ......"

"Listen to me." Ye Feng stopped and ran out when he saw the pouring water, and immediately pulled his head from the dark face to the outside of the house.

The wind is clear, and there is no trace of the pouring water.

"I want to come...... You still care about me. He said, turning his head.

Ye Feng stopped and saw Dumping Shui Ran walking out of the ear room.

"I ...... I ......"

"How could I not care about you." Ye Feng stopped and lowered his head and snorted secretly.

He frowned lightly and pulled the corners of his mouth, as if he was angry.

Her white and delicate fingers were intertwined, tender as soft as a leaflet, as long as a peeled onion, and the wind could not penetrate it, and a drop of light sweat was stuffed between her clothes.

The purple-red tulle light clothes reveal the delicacy of her skin, the sun shines stingingly, revealing a vague body fragrance, up and down the body, delicate waist, and plump chest against the budding and shy lowered eyebrows, suddenly, it seems to bloom a smile in the next second, making people unable to see the look in their eyes, black and boundless.

Seeing a pair of hands in front of her, Ye Feng turned his head at this time, and the eyebrows that were pouring water were a bend of clear apricot eyes.

The hand had not completely fallen, and when it was attached to her cheeks and limbs, Ye Feng stopped using his hand to hold him at a distance of one centimeter, shallow breathing, the temperature of his hand was imprinted with a trace of heat, and his eyes were full of emotion, dyed with a layer of mist.

Ye Feng's heart stopped beating several times, turned her head, and saw that Mo Yan was looking here, she suddenly stopped her panic in her heart, and exhaled several deeply, but she couldn't resist the pouring hands, the strength of these hands was naturally greater than that of a little woman, so she let him entangle and imprison.

"Mo Yan ......" poured water and stared at Mo Yan who was standing at a stone step far away.

Ye Fengzhi's cheeks burned red, and it was very uncomfortable to hold her like this, to be precise, not at all.

He kissed it several times, and then he let go of Ye Feng's face.

After Mo Yan left, Ye Feng finally broke free from his hands.

He also planned to show Mo Yan's stubborn person, let him see that he and Ye Feng stopped being so intimate, Mo Yan would naturally be jealous, not to the point of death, and at least put a scar on that firm and unshakable beating heart, making him discouraged.

"Pour water, what are you doing!" Ye Fengzhu glared at him hatefully, and after glaring at him several times, he was relieved from the pleasure of teasing Mo Yan just now.

"What am I doing, isn't it obvious?"

"I'm angry with you, I'm jealous of you......"

Ye Feng stopped patiently listening to his explanation, but his fists were clenched, his bones were white, and he refused to fall.

"That backyard room is for you and belongs to the two of us, why would you let another man in?"

"I won't allow it!"

"Besides, the man is still Moyan...... Aren't you very aware of this? ”

The man in front of him had a deep meaning in his eyes, for fear that she would not be able to understand.

"Why not?"

"Even if he likes me, so what?" Ye Feng stopped shooting back, and a slap of eyes pierced his heart like a sharp thorn, and it hurt his heart.

He was stunned and looked at her with a wrench.

The deep eyes in front of Ye Feng's eyes were inexplicably stirred up by a circle of ripples, dyed with a layer of anger, and he couldn't be peeled off.

After finishing speaking, Ye Feng stopped and turned around and left.

No nostalgia......

"Ye Feng stopped, what are you going to do?"

"Go find Mo Yan." Ye Feng stopped and went back directly, and his whole body was almost trembling.

"Mo Yan, you're okay!" Ye Feng stopped asking and asked, she also asked Ling'er, only to know that he was hiding in the courtyard.

He is not hiding, but dignified.

Here, the pouring water does not come back, and the others do not come back, just quiet.

The inky black silk hibiscus clothes were immediately suppressed, and there was no response, Mo Yan lifted the robe that mopped the floor, sat down, and landed on a stone step, a deep cold air penetrated into Ye Feng's bone marrow, making her have to shiver.

Ye Feng stopped and shivered several times, it was clearly a sunny day, why was there such a scene.

She stared at a ring on his hand, and there was no movement! She sat next to him like that, and he was silent.

Want...... Naturally, he didn't care. doesn't mind sitting with her, this means that he treats her as a friend in his heart and gets along normally, and he doesn't care about a good show (used to stimulate him) by deliberately dragging her in front of him, which means that he didn't park the past Ye Feng in his heart, he must have forgotten it, and he had others.

Suddenly, Ye Feng stopped laughing, he really belonged to others, for example, Ling'er.

Mo Yan noticed Ye Feng's reaction, and couldn't help but frown a little.

Ye Feng really couldn't guess the man's mind, whether it was pouring water or Mo Yan, it was too difficult.

Mo Yan got up suddenly, and the dark stone ring around his finger was clenched by him for three points, like three points into the wood.

"Farewell, Lady in Red." He actually called her like this, and called the usual Wan'er such a cold and tall title as the red-clothed Youling.

Suddenly, Ye Feng stopped following the pressure of his words, and it seemed that he was at the peak of the unbearable cold in a high place, and he was about to suffocate.

That's not how he usually treats her.

Could it be ...... He reverted to the same devilish image he had before, so cold that it was unapproachable, and he was cold and windy, and he was so angry that he rejected people thousands of miles away.

When he was in the Immortal Cave Mansion, he treated her like this, and treated the red-clothed Youling.

Gazing at the distance of the black silk hibiscus, avoiding her like a plague god, lest he avoid it.

Ye Feng stopped quietly, his nose was sore, and a scar was lifted in his heart. Girls are small

She is most afraid of the cold, the most afraid of the cold, but what she is most afraid of is the coldness of the human heart......

Mo Yan noticed the change in Ye Feng's expression behind him, and his afterglow fell slightly, and he paused.

The aroma of the hibiscus flowers was particularly compelling, and Mo Yan couldn't help but turn his head, and suddenly frightened Ye Feng to stop.

"Tonight, give me an answer."

"If it wasn't for what I was expecting, I wouldn't have stayed one more step."

"What do you mean?" Ye Feng couldn't help but take out his mouth, tugging at the corners of his eyes.

Mo Yan suddenly took a step closer, pressed her lips and teeth to move, and pressed a palm on her delicate shoulder, his palm was wide and heavy, making people feel very steady, which was a feeling that could not be poured into the water.

"I'll wait for you." Mo Yan's voice resounded in his ears, crisp and bright.

After turning around, the wind sounded and the trees shook, and Yu Ye Feng stopped a tear in her heart, and she couldn't hide her feelings for Mo Yan anymore.

Obviously, she didn't have any feelings and feelings for him other than friends before, the person she loved was Dumping Water, it did exist, and it was impossible to put a beak, and her relationship with Dumping Ran was much deeper than Mo Yan's, but why was she so careless that she was teased by others?

And she was willing to fall......

Mo Yan is like a dose of poison, a poppy flower, deadly and gorgeous, and a deadly move.

Pouring water can't give Mo Yan what she can give, such as a sense of security.

Pouring water is also deadly, but it is built on the edge of her pain, he always exposes her wounds, and then sprinkles salt on them, so that she wants to struggle but cannot escape (because the person she has always loved is only Dumping Water). She rejoiced in his joy, was angry at his anger, and grieved at his grievances. Suppressed by his distrust and suspicion. )

She was tormented by his love and was almost out of breath.

She's tired, so tired......

After all, he couldn't believe her, and he couldn't change his impression of her watery poplar at the beginning, so he should always believe in Moyan, right?

What kind of person is Mo Yan, a friend who loves him, and a person who has always accompanied him who is quite equivalent to a sibling, how can Mo Yan dig into the corner?

But the truth is...... Mo Yan himself couldn't make up his mind.

After all, loving someone is not as simple as it seems on the surface, love, loving someone, is buried in the bottom of the heart.

Mo Yan has always hidden this love in the bottom of his heart, and he has hidden it very well, very strictly.

Ye Fengzhu suddenly thought about it again, recalling that when he took him back to the house in the back mountain, his face lying in the curtain was not very good, to be precise, his condition deteriorated again, Ye Fengzhu realized the deep pain behind this scene, and couldn't help but be a little concerned about Mo Yan.

At a young age, he didn't live long, and he didn't find the person who joined hands with him to grow old and go to the future, so he closed his eyes and went to another world, thinking about it is really a cruel and cruel thing.

The ink face hid his face, buried his neck deeply, and his sadness was covered by the deep light purple curtain, and he sneezed heavily.

Who's speaking ill of him behind his back?

He didn't wait that night.

didn't wait for Ye Feng to stop that person to come.

"Yes, how could she fall in love with someone other than Dumpling?"

"If there is an answer, it is not possible."

"In the world, there must be no one who can replace that person!"

"Including him...... A world like no other. ”

One day, he will defeat Shara, let Youkun stand firm all over the world, and let everyone in the world see his true strength, but I'm afraid that it will be...... It's too late, and before that moment comes, he may die under the Yellow Spring.

"If there is a rebirth in the afterlife, Ye Feng stops, can you love me once?"

"Even if it's a favorite ......"

This is an extravagant hope, he knows that although his beauty is overwhelming, comparable to Xi Shi, he has been compared to the fat ring and the swallow is thin, and he can be called the only beautiful man in the world, sinking fish and geese, closing the moon and embarrassing flowers, it is not an exaggeration to put it on a big man like him, but ......

However, Ye Feng stopped that woman, but she was robbed of three points of soul by Sha Luo and devoured seven points of soul.

In any case, it is no longer possible to place a wisp of heart on his body.

He hates, how can he not hate......

The bone-eroding chill started from the bottom of Mo Yan's eyes, and then floated up to the deep and bottomless pool, passing thrillingly in his eyes, and he wished that there had never been such a person in the world.

He wanted to pour water and disappear from his eyes immediately......

I wish he was the only man left in the world!

But then, he extinguished the thought with his own hands.

Dumping Shui Ran is his brother, he can't take people's love, and in addition to Dumping Shui Ran, there is another person, that is, Wu Wuqing, the senior brother who gave him warmth and gave him the abyss in the past.

In addition to his Mo Yan, Ye Fengzhu may also fall in love with other people for other reasons.

Gongsun Yangliu's marriage contract with Dumping Ran, as well as all kinds of obstacles and entanglements, are a wall in front of Ye Feng's stop.

In front of me, although it is good, it is bright.

However, in the end, it will still be defeated, like the trend of falling flowers, the withering of rotten trees, unable to resist, and shocking and miserable!

This prophecy, the white-bearded swordsman had already told him very accurately. The marriage between Ye Feng and Shui Ran is like a meeting in Pingshui without settlement, and it will eventually sink to the bottom, and even the slightest shadow cannot be seen.

The white-bearded swordsman hoped that Mo Yan would never give up until the last moment.

He must seize the moment and not miss it.

Because-Ye Fengzhu is his former apprentice, he also hopes that there can be someone in the world who can sincerely care for her and love her, this is his only dying wish, after all, Ye Fengzhu lived up to his expectations when he taught her what he had learned all his life in the palace.

And he taught his swordsmanship secrets, and kept it firmly in the depths of his heart.