"What would they say to her?" Hua Langying asked Wei Ye in a low voice.

Wei Ye frowned, looking at Youfeng's tired and pale but still calm face, and suddenly said, "Her heart is quite big, they can still sleep when they say something like that to her!" ”

"Did you overhear?" Isn't that right? Hua Langying immediately reminisced, this guy's puppet technique was simply superb, and it was just an eavesdropping, which was not a problem at all.

"Nope!" But he didn't want to, Wei Ye denied it.

"Don't pretend, you must have overheard!" Hua Langying asked.

"If she is your weakness, and if you have the opportunity to marry her, what do you think those people in your family will say to her?" Wei Ye sighed lightly, dropped a sentence and stopped talking, sat down and continued to transfer the aura to the wind.

What does that mean? Hua Langying was stunned for a long time, her eyes dimmed a little, and she couldn't help but feel a mess in her head when she remembered the extremely troublesome identity of the ghostly wind.

When night fell, there was not a single star in the starry sky, and the moon, which was half covered by clouds, sprinkled with a hazy light, casting a layer of dim fog on the ground, and everything seemed extremely unreal.

The three of them rushed back to the main city of the Eighteenth Battlefield in the evening of the third day, and as soon as they arrived at the gate of the main city, they were greeted back by Zhou Yutong and others who were anxiously waiting.

"You... How did you come back together? Wei Ye and the two of them supported Youfeng and Huaying, their faces were tired, Zhou Naughty Tong hurriedly stepped forward to take over Youfeng, and saw Wei Ye shaking his head at him, Zhou Naughty Tong immediately understood, so many people, it was not the right time. It's just...

Didn't the two of them go to that place, and why did they come out so quickly? Why didn't Bai Yue come back together? Also, why is there a quiet wind, Hua Langying and Wei Ye are also in a depressed mood? Zhou Yutong was full of doubts and waited for them to answer.

But he knew that this was not the time to solve his doubts, so he beckoned Nangong Qi, Yuan Yue and others, and said in a deep voice, "Let's take them back to rest first, look at this situation, I'm afraid..." Just escaped death!

The main city of the Eighteen Battlefields is so large that it can reach one-third of the territory, and the three of them didn't have so much strength to walk in, so they found an annex at the gate of the city and bought it directly.

The three of them rested for a night, except for the lack of spirit of the wind and the shadow of the flower, and they were still resting, Wei Ye had roughly recovered, but after getting together with his younger brother and sister Wei Pang Weishuang, he didn't have a word of explanation, and immediately went to retreat and cultivate.

According to Wei Ye's situation, they must have encountered a cultivator whose strength completely crushed them, but Zhou Naughty Tong was very strange, Youfeng and Hua Rongying looked completely seriously injured, and Wei Ye consumed a lot of spiritual power at most, and there was no injury at all, this situation is obviously not logical, how did they escape?

A day passed, and Zhou Naughty didn't figure it out, until Nangong Yehua broke into the courtyard and went straight to Youfeng's room, that he noticed that the chill on his face and the anger in his eyes were so obvious that he almost tried his best to restrain it.

"You little girl, she is resting ......" As soon as he said that, Zhou Yutong found that he had been following Nangong Yehua during this time, and it seemed that the two unfathomable cultivators of his relatives were gone. He seemed to have thought of something terrible, but before he could ask, Nangong Yehua locked him out of the room.

"No manners! The little girl took a fancy to him, but he had good luck for eight lifetimes! ”

"Old man, let's go find something to eat, the two of them must be hungry after a day of sleep!"

Zhou Naughty ran out of the courtyard angrily, went to the extraterritorial exchange of contribution points, and went to exchange for food.

A lamp was lit in the small room, and the yellow light shone in the room, and the vision was blocked, but Nangong Yehua saw the small curled up person on the bed at a glance, and he was about to walk over as soon as he lifted his footsteps, but he heard a series of suppressed cries and low sobs, and his heart ached violently, and he walked quickly to the bed.

Under a thin quilt, a small person was sweating profusely, her lips were bitten tightly by herself, and the blood stains reflected on her pale face, making her look extremely fragile, as if a gust of wind could blow her away.

“··· The curtain ...... "Nangong Yehua's throat was so dry that she couldn't speak, and she took her out of the quilt and found that she was still in a dream, sweating profusely and whispering, it turned out to be a nightmare.

He hurriedly woke up the ghostly wind, but the ghostly wind was immersed in his own world, and could not hear the outside world at all, and could only intermittently utter a few monosyllabic sounds.

“··· Put..."

"Hemp... Lao Wang..."

Nangong Yehua didn't understand what she was saying at all, and shouted a few more times, Youfeng finally woke up from the nightmare, but he was not completely awake, half-asleep and half-awake, he reached out and wanted to hug Nangong Yehua, but he didn't have any strength at all, as if he was seriously ill and his vitality was greatly injured.

It was soon getting light, and the wind was finally asleep, but her frowning brow was still tightly frowned, and no amount of smoothing it could make her relax.

What the hell did they tell her! Nangong Yehua had a gloomy and handsome face, and he regretted a little why he just let them make an oath to the Heavenly Dao, instead...

Thinking of this, Nangong Yehua closed his eyes and got rid of that identity, this identity is so troublesome, when will they be able to live in peace for a few days?

Just thinking like this, the person in his arms suddenly moved as if frightened, and Nangong Yehua immediately shouted nervously, "Curtain? ”

Youfeng was having a headache, his head was in chaos, when he heard this shout, he couldn't come back to his senses for a while, he slowed down, looked at Nangong Yehua in a trance, his eyes were dull for a long time, and he closed his eyes again and responded in a low voice.

Is she dreaming of that world like this? Only when she is helpless and sad will she think of the people of that world! Nangong Yehua tightened her arms, stroked her pale and colorless face with pity, and said softly, "Have a nightmare?" ”

"I miss them..." I wanted to turn over and change to a sleeping position, but as soon as the words came out, Youfeng herself was stunned, and the voice that was so soft that she didn't have any strength could it be her? What's wrong with her, it's just an extremely real nightmare, how can she be weak? Even if the low-grade fever does not go away, it will not be without any strength!

All the strength of the whole body seems to be drained, and it is extremely difficult to move the eyelids, this symptom ......

Youfeng thought for a moment, and suddenly thought that Gongsun Qiao could predict the heavenly machine, how to predict it? The physique of the heavenly machine, the physique of the gods, must have a blood or contractual relationship with the gods, there is no doubt about it!

If this is the case, she is completely weak at the moment, as if someone has done something with the power of her soul. But who has the ability to quietly drain her mental power? Even Master Bai Zhe, who was already an immortal, couldn't do it.

Then there is only one explanation - the realm above the Upper Three Realms, God!