Feng Zhuo saw Fu Ling withdraw his hand, and realized that something was wrong, and grabbed it when Fu Ling was about to put his hand down.

Fu Ling was stunned and looked at him: "What's wrong?" ”

"Ah Ling, I will always be there for you." Feng Zhuo looked at Fu Ling and said, "I don't want to be separated from you. ”

When Fu Ling heard this, several question marks appeared on his head: "Aren't we not separated?" ”

"Won't they be separated in the future?" Feng Zhuo looked at Fu Ling and said: "In the book, life and death are bitter, parting thoughts, people are separated, I don't want to leave you, I want to be with you all the time." ”

After listening to this, Fu Ling was silent for a long time before sighing: "Feng Zhuo, this life is too long, and no one can say for sure what will happen in the future, so don't promise it easily, because I will take it seriously." ”

Fu Ling took Feng Zhuo's hands away and chuckled, "You don't have a memory yet, and when you have a memory, you may not think so." ”

Feng Zhuo looked at Fu Ling, and almost blurted out a sentence in his heart.

"I want you to take it seriously"

This sentence turned on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't say it after all.

For a moment just now, Feng Zhuo saw a flash of sadness in Fu Ling's eyes.

Almost instantly, Feng Zhuo understood why Fu Ling would say something like that.

She had taken what a man said seriously.

Then the man took her.

Lost her......

Thinking of this, Feng Zhuo only felt that the anger in his heart was a little difficult to restrain himself.

She has someone living in her heart?

Who is it?

"Feng Zhuo?" Seeing that Feng Zhuo's face turned pale, Fu Ling asked worriedly, "What's wrong with you?" ”

"Where is it uncomfortable to be so pale?" Fu Ling looked at Feng Zhuo's pale face, stretched out his hand to touch Feng Zhuo's pulse, and then reached out to touch Feng Zhuo's pale face.

"I'm fine." Feng Zhuo held Fu Ling's hand, and suddenly reached out and hugged the person.

Fu Ling was stunned, and before he could push Feng Zhuo away, he heard a whisper ringing in his ears: "Ah Ling, I feel a little uncomfortable, I want to hug you, just for a while." ”

Feng Zhuo buried his head in Fu Ling's clenched clench, calming the anger in his heart.

The person who loses Ah Ling is not necessarily the kind of person he thinks, maybe a friend.

If it's really someone you like, according to Ah Ling's temperament, you will definitely keep your distance from people.

It was he who was so excited.

Feng Zhuo hugged Fu Ling tightly, and a strong uneasiness lingered on his body.

Whirling sensed this, and his heart was inexplicable.

What is Feng Zhuo worried about?

Although Fu Ling was puzzled in his heart, he didn't push Feng Zhuo away, but reached out and patted Feng Zhuo's back, and comforted him softly: "It's okay, if it's really uncomfortable, you can go back and rest." ”

"Hmm." Feng Zhuo responded, and the hand holding Fu Ling's waist tightened again.

This man is his.

Fu Ling didn't know what Feng Zhuo was thinking, so he just patted Feng Zhuo's back lightly.

The people coming and going in the square looked at the two people who hugged each other and looked at each other in surprise.

Feng Zhuo had no one else in his eyes except Fu Ling.

A 23rd-century god wouldn't care about those people's eyes.

After a while, Whirling asked, "Are you feeling better?" ”

Feng Zhuo didn't speak, just hugged Fu Ling tightly.

I really want to hold it like this all the time and never let go.

But Feng Zhuo knew that this was impossible.

At least not now.

"Alright." Feng Zhuo let go of his hand, looked at Fu Ling, and said with a smile: "Ah Ling, let's go back, it's time to compete." ”

Seeing that his expression had returned to normal, Fu Ling breathed a sigh of relief and nodded, "Okay." ”