"Hai'er, you just had a nightmare, why did you suddenly scream?" Feng Tiange looked at Hai'er's pale face, and hurriedly spoke but reassured, after all, Hai'er is a girl's family, and it is normal for her to be suddenly awakened by a nightmare in the middle of the night.

"You can think of it as a nightmare, or you can think of it as not a nightmare." Hai'er said slowly. It sounded strange, but her face was completely gloomy.

Immediately lifted the quilt and got up, walked to the candle flame in the room and lit the candlelight.

Although cultivators will not be affected in any way in the dark night, maybe after lighting the candlelight, it will reveal a trace of warmth, after all, it is the girl's house, and it is normal to have these thoughts!

"Forget it, you're obviously scared by the dream just now, no matter what you remember, I'll pour you a glass of water." Feng Tiange sighed, then walked to the wooden table, picked up the water glass, and poured a glass of water.

"Okay, you let me slow down."

Hai'er picked up the water glass and drank it one by one without hesitation. But the confusion in his eyes became thicker.

"Can I ask you a question?" Hai'er put down the stone glass in his hand, walked to the window, opened the window, and a cool breeze slowly let in.

Both of them were cultivators, and the cool breeze with a dark moon and high wind was nothing to the two of them.

"Just ask." Looking at Hai'er's confused eyes, Feng Tiange's voice suddenly paused, and he subconsciously clenched his teeth and made a squeaky sound. Then he loosened his teeth and spoke indifferently.

She walked to the wooden table and poured a glass of water, and drank it slowly without panic!

"You may find this question strange, but I still have to confirm it, or rather, confirm it. What color is your blood? Hai'er said with burning eyes, it was obvious that she already knew the answer, but she still wanted to confirm it.

"What else is there to ask? After all, even if a cultivator becomes an immortal, he is still a human being. Chasing its origin is all human, what color do you think the blood left by a normal person is? Bright red, of course. Although Feng Tiange didn't know why he didn't want to lie to this Hai'er for some reason, this question did sound extremely ridiculous when asked from Hai'er.

Even if Feng Tiange had known a long time ago that if Hai'er was injured, the blood left behind would definitely be yellow, exactly the same color as the blood left on his body, and it seemed that he was stronger?

But no matter how easy it is, or for other reasons, the color of the blood that flows out of the two of them is definitely the same!

"Tiange, I know that a normal person, if he is injured, the blood that flows out must be bright red, but you have to answer me truthfully, I have no other malice, I just want to confirm it. If you are injured, is the blood coming out really red? ”

Hai'er raised her head, her previously confused gaze suddenly glowed with a burning meaning, and she stared at Feng Tiange's eyes.

"Is there anything to lie about? The color of a normal person's blood is naturally bright red, which is a common sense even in the entire cultivation world. ”

Feng Tiange's eyes subconsciously had a little intention to dodge.

"Forget it, I know, you think I don't know the color of your sleep, then I'll tell you the truth when you're older, you don't have to worry so much, after all, if a person's blood is not bright red, but other colors in the eyes of others, it's just a fantasy!

You should be the same color as the blood I kept. It's all yellow, and it's like the yellow of pure gold. Of course, Hai'er was not asking, and her tone was extremely affirmative.

"Why do you think that I have golden blood in my body, it's a fantasy? I don't think even those who sing opera and those who tell stories dare to do that. Feng Tiange was still dodging.

After all, in front of everyone, she was rarely hurt, because there was Murong Fu before, and Murong Fu took care of her so much before, how could she let her woman be hurt in the slightest?

Therefore, the color of the blood flowing on her body can be said to be basically unknown to anyone, not to mention that cultivators generally fight, and most of them will not spit blood from their mouths, and with her current realm, those masters can't look down on it!

"Okay, you don't need to say it, you take a group photo and continue to deny it, but don't worry, I really don't have any malicious intent." Haier's voice became more and more determined.

"Well, now that you know everything, then I don't want to say anything more, that's right, it's yellow like you!" Obviously, I don't want to continue to deny it, because the people in front of me already know the color of the blood flowing on my body, and no matter how much I deny it, it will have no practical effect!

"I had a dream before, and then my memory slowly came back a little bit. You and I are supposed to be of the same race, and in my fragmentary memories, I can feel that the race we belong to should be an extremely terrifying and powerful race! ”

Hai'er obviously doesn't want to continue to stop the problem of blood color, everyone already knows it, why bother to talk so much and look hypocritical?

That's right, she had a nightmare before, and then, slowly, she regained a little memory.

"Well, no wonder I said, why is the color of your blood the same color as my blood? And I seem to have a crush on you for some reason. ”

Feng Tiange heard Hai'er say that the two of them were of the same race. There was not the slightest surprise on his face, but he took it for granted.

"Perhaps, maybe it's really because you belong to the same race, and I tell you, from the moment you saved me in the jungle, I had a good feeling for you that I don't know where to start."

Hai'er also continued to talk at the top of his throat, both of them had a great inexplicable affection for each other, obviously it may really be because they belong to the same race, the blood flowing is the same, and the color will give birth to this inexplicable good feeling, which is obviously reasonable.

All this seems to be heavenly, in the dark, all have their own arrangements, and fate is sometimes so ingenious.

"After all, I don't know why, I may not have an incomplete memory, but I vaguely remember that our race seems to be called the Moon Clan."

Hai'er seemed to be thinking, and then finally said this sentence slowly.