Seeing Liu Fufeng leaning over, Lu Aya turned her head and stared into her eyes.

Lu Aya's dark eyes reflected a little spark in the stove, but even so, Liu Fufeng could still feel the chill in her eyes.

Lu Aya has been bullied all the time because of her eyes, and many of those who bullied her were annoyed and angry after being frightened.

It's just that unlike others, Liu Fufeng was not afraid of her, she just looked directly into Lu Aya's eyes and looked at her.

The long hair reached the ankles, disorganized, but unexpectedly, it looked clean and untouched.

The skin is sickly fair, and the color contrast is great with the long black hair.

Liu Fufeng has never seen such a white person.

She continued to look down.

It was a pair of soul-stinging eyes, and enduring the fear in his heart, Liu Fufeng tried to see something in Lu Aya's eyes.

It's a pity she failed.

She didn't notice any of the innocence, childishness, and innocence that should have appeared in the eyes of a thirteen-year-old girl.

All Liu Fufeng saw was endless chill and sharp blades, and when Lu Aya's eyes swept over her face, Liu Fufeng even faintly felt a knife-like pain.

Despite this, she still did not give up observing Lu Aya.

A miserable little face, which should naturally match the same miserable white lips.

Lu Aya is like this, a small cherry mouth is not half bloody, and the lower lip is still a little chapped, like frostbite, and the stream water she drank before doesn't seem to have any effect.

To talk about the characteristics......

Liu Fufeng moved his gaze to the lower right corner of Lu Aya's mouth, where there was a small ink spot.

Matchmaker mole, also known as beauty mole.

Physically, Lu Aya only has a sackcloth on her body, which can barely cover most of her body, and her thinness can be seen from her exposed, scarred calves and arms.

She hadn't noticed that Lu Aya was barefoot before, but after a closer look, she found that the latter's little feet were exposed to the air, except for some scars, there was nothing worth saying.

In fact, this is all the reason why the aura burst before helped her clean her body by the way, otherwise she would be barefoot all the year round, and you can imagine what her feet should look like.

Just when Liu Fufeng was about to continue watching, Lu Aya spoke.

"Water... Ahem. When she said a word, she choked on the smoke, coughed a few times and pointed to the stove, and Liu Fufeng looked at it.

At this point, the water is already boiling.

Liu Fufeng laughed awkwardly and walked to the stove.

She was a little enchanted when she saw Lu Aya, and she almost forgot about boiling water.

But this can't be blamed on her, as an ordinary girl, Liu Fufeng is eager to dig out everything about Lu Aya.

After all, she looks mysterious.

Liu Fufeng walked over and put the moon grass into the pot one by one, and then covered the pot.

By the time she came back after she had done everything, Lu Aya had already put down her hair. The long hair covered half of her face, and intentionally, Liu Fufeng could no longer see Lu Aya's eyes.

Liu Fufeng raised her hands slightly, paused for a moment and then drooped, she saw that Lu Aya's hair was so inconvenient, so she wanted to help her take care of it, but after thinking about it, she gave up, obviously Lu Aya did not let down her vigilance, but this is normal.

As time went on, the two of them just sat on the edge of the bed, and neither of them spoke.

Liu Fufeng didn't know what to say, and Lu Aya was lazy.

Besides, she couldn't understand what Liu Fufeng said anyway.

……

The room gradually quieted down, except for the thunderbolt from the firewood, only the faint breathing sound of Lu Aya remained.

It seems that her body is relatively weak, and although Lu Aya sits quietly, her breathing is not steady.

Liu Fufeng leaned against the wall, reminiscing.

A month earlier, she had met the Immortal, who said that she had the qualifications to enter the Spirit Mountain, and her family happily agreed.

At that time, her heart was excited, the girls in the Lingshan realm, which one didn't grow up listening to the name of Lingshan, and which one didn't have the desire to become a Lingshan fairy when she was a child.

It's just that reality has given her a hard blow.

"Although the talent is good, but there is no inspiration, and he is destined to be a mortal."

This is the result of my own assessment.

Liu Fufeng swore that she had really tried hard to sense that heaven and earth aura, but she really didn't see any free colors in the air.

"It's a pity that such a good root, with your talent, it is a sure thing to enter the first peak, alas...... It's a pity, you go back. ”

Liu Fufeng still remembered the look of disappointment on the face of the fairy who brought her.

She was also disappointed in herself.

But in the end, she still stayed in the Spirit Mountain, and stayed in the ninth peak of the Spirit Mountain, thanks to that Zi Xuan Zhen.

Although the so-called ninth peak of Lingshan couldn't even compare to her home, let alone compare it with the Lingling Platform that evaluated her talent at that time, when she saw the Lingling Platform for the first time, Liu Fufeng thought that she had reached the fairy world.

Thinking about it, Liu Fufeng's thumb gradually strengthened, and the knuckles were pinched white by her, and then she glanced back at Lu Aya, who was sitting in a daze.

She must have been in a similar situation to herself.

Talent doesn't work or anything.

But she doesn't seem to understand what she says, this is a very troublesome thing, Liu Fufeng has lived alone for almost a month, and she still thinks that she finally has someone to talk to.

But her eyes ......

Thinking of this, Liu Fufeng fought a cold war, although it could be seen from Lu Aya's performance that she was just an ordinary girl, but her emotionless eyes were really terrifying.

These eyes reminded Liu Fufeng of a creature - the demon seed.

Of course, she didn't say that Lu Aya was a demon seed, after all, if she was a demon seed, how could she enter Lingshan unharmed, after all, this is a holy land of the immortal family, but her temperament is similar.

The eyes that are cold enough to freeze people are very similar.

When she was young, she had seen the Demon Seed Slaughter Village, and just when she was about to be poisoned, the fairy of Lingshan saved her, and it was from that time that Liu Fufeng planted a seed in her heart.

Now that hope is in front of her, she won't give up.

Looking at the broken thatch around him, Liu Fufeng sighed.

If you work hard in the afternoon, you might be able to meet Master......

……

Unlike Liu Fufeng, Lu Aya was really just in a daze, her eyes were through her hair, staring at the pot on the stove.

She was hungry.

What will it taste like when this moon grass is boiled with stream water that can eliminate its bitter taste?

As the saying goes, if you order tofu in brine, you may be delicious if you drop one thing......

Lu Aya took a sip of saliva.

Really, she didn't have much thought at all, especially after discovering that she was out of danger.

No matter how she lives, this is her life, her Lu Aya's life, not the [person] who only exists in memory.

She just needs to live, and she doesn't need much motivation.

After learning the basic heart method of Lingshan and solving the problem of qi and blood, it is better to be a salted fish that eats and waits for death.

That's what Lu Aya thinks now.

As for what kind of immortal cultivation realm is this...... If memory serves, she's already tied up to a nurse sect, and you're going to have her follow a group of teammates like an angel in the future with a small staff to add blood to them?

What difference was that from being tortured, she would rather be a battle angel and pull out a small pistol and give the enemy a few shots.

So......

It's still important to eat.

And Liu Fufeng didn't let her wait too long.

After all, it's essentially just boiling wild vegetables in streams, and there is not even a bit of rice, so five minutes is already a long time.

"Taste it."

Liu Fufeng handed over a porcelain bowl, and Lu Aya looked at it fixedly.

A pale green crystalline liquid, completely devoid of leaves, like a drink from her previous life.