It's the seventh day.

Her soul still shows no signs of recovery.

And he only recovered a little spiritual power, and after teleporting five hundred meters with her in his arms, he ran out again.

During this period, Garfield woke up once, and after glancing at the wilderness, which was no different from before going to bed, and Feng Xiyuan, who was lying more and more peacefully in Ye Ling's arms, he wailed and fell asleep again.

"How old are you?" Her topic had become boring to such an extent that Ye Lingyi herself was choked.

Although it was also important to conserve strength, it was more debilitating to be quiet, so since he hugged her that time, they had spoken every half day.

Sometimes she speaks, sometimes he rises.

"Twenty-two." Feng Xiyuan looked at her suspiciously, thinking that she should not have any deep meaning, so she replied.

"I'm fifteen." Out of politeness and fear that the topic would be cold again at her, she answered a little quickly.

But Feng Xiyuan felt that she was emphasizing the fact that he was seven years older than her!

His good-looking brow showed little signs of frowning, but it flattened in an instant.

For the first time, he felt that the issue of age, which he had never cared about, turned out to be a big problem.

He was still leaning on her arms and thinking about trouble, but he felt that the person holding him stopped after a long sigh of relief.

"Here we are." She felt the breath of the cracked sky, a sword that only Bai Huanbing could drive.

It's been so many days, that guy must have left early, and it's good to be able to leave the rift here to support the door of this space.

Her heart that had been hanging for a long time was half relieved, but he was a little reluctant.

Before coming out, Feng Xiyuan took one last look at this space that had no beauty but had special significance, and lowered his red eyes.

After leaving the space of Yeling, Feng Xiyuan fainted again.

But Ye Lingyi was not so worried, and when she came out, everything was easy to say.

It was about ten o'clock in the morning, and the sun was sparsely falling through the leaves of the plane trees.

She had forgotten what it was like for the sun to shine on her.

On weekdays, even if the magic doesn't attack, she can't feel other temperatures.

Ye Lingyi's arm holding Feng Xiyuan tightened unconsciously.

After so many days, she has even become accustomed to a normal body temperature and pain-free life.

But soon, she was about to lose this life again.

Despite this, she hurried down the mountain, he hadn't eaten for seven days, and with so much blood loss, it was the limit to survive until now.

It's just that she's really embarrassed now.

I didn't take a bath for seven days, I didn't have to change my clothes, and I was holding an equally embarrassed man in my arms, and the man was holding a piano, a flute, and a long sword in his arms.

If the old urchin sees it, he doesn't know how long he will laugh at her.

Ye Lingyi thought about the reaction that Mu Lao might have, and unconsciously brought a smile on his face.

However, her faint smile didn't last long before she froze.

Because she suddenly remembered a very small thing.

The night she came was February 15, and she was in a coma for no more than one day, and for the next seven days, she was no more than twenty-three today. And in the second half of February every year, Mu Lao is not on the weak water.

Ye Ling stayed in place for a long time, finally sighed, turned around and walked forward again.

There's only one way to do it, and that's to go up the mountain!