No wonder she said that they are different in the way and do not conspire with each other.

When he heard this, he shook his head vigorously, shaking and shaking, and he didn't know for a long time, he was sitting on Mo Lian's head, and Mo Lian couldn't see him shaking his head at all.

When Feng Lianyi woke up, she was hazy and saw a figure sitting next to the bed, her head resting against the bedpost, her eyes closed, one leg bent, she put her hand lazily on her leg, her movements were very leisurely, but full of vigilance.

He didn't move, and looked at it in a daze for a long time, and he couldn't even blink his eyes.

With such a fiery gaze, how could someone as alert as she couldn't find it? Slowly open your eyes, meet his gaze, and smile softly.

Feng Lianyi looked stunned, she was not the most beautiful, but that smile, even if it was just a slight blink, could cause him to be fascinated and unable to extricate himself.

After laughing, Huang Beiyue's face gradually returned to its normal color, lowered her head, looked at him, and said softly: "Don't worry, it's okay after the yin." ”

A look of pain flashed in his eyes, and he turned his face slightly, and said, "Yue, isn't it terrible for me to look like that?" ”

Huang Beiyue leaned down, just lying on his chest, raised his hand, and gently swept the wound on his heart, "The wind in my heart has never changed, maybe you have flaws now, but I will never forget the most perfect you." ”

Feng Lianyi's heart trembled, hugged her tightly, buried his face in her hair, and said in a low but helpless trembling voice: "Yue, save my ......."

The tears in his eyes suddenly flowed down uncontrollably, Huang Beiyue pressed tightly to his chest, took a deep breath in his arms, and said, "I'm here." ”

His fear now, every bit of it she could feel from the beating heart, the warmth in his arms, but there was a deep sense of unease.

His sentence of 'save me' expressed how much bitterness and bitterness outsiders can't say, she doesn't feel that such a wind is weak, she knows how strong he is, but no matter how strong her heart is, she can't bear the fear of cutting off her loved ones with her own hands.

If he knew that there was such a day, and that day was slowly approaching, his fear would be deeper than that of the person he was about to kill!

In fact, the dead are not painful, their eyes are closed, their souls are left with hatred, and all the past events will not be remembered, and the real pain is the living.

Leaning against his chest, he felt the powerful power that belonged to King Shura transmitted from his strong muscles.

Huang Beiyue closed her eyes and muttered, "Does it still hurt?" ”

The wound on his heart is gradually healing, the black blood has been drained, and now that the wound is scabbed, it should not be painful to penetrate his heart day and night.

Feng Lianyi took her small hand that was placed on his wound and said, "I hope it still hurts." ”

"I'm that bad, will it hurt you for the rest of your life?" Huang Beiyue said in a brisk tone.

Feng Lianyi said: "Yue, only when there is severe pain here, I feel that you are distinct, it doesn't hurt here, I'm afraid I will forget you." ”

Huang Beiyue was stunned for a moment, and there was a buzzing in his mind for a moment, and the scene of him dealing with the Yin Queen seemed to appear in front of him again.

"Damn Shura City!" She cursed in a low voice, her fists clenched tightly, and she suddenly rose from top of him.

"Month?"

Huang Beiyue looked back at him, her eyes were infatuated, and she held his hand again.