She was really frightened, why did she rush down the city wall, and why did she swing that sword, she felt like a ghost had come on her body, and just now she had completely become another self, expanding her original emotions ten thousand times.

"It's okay, it's okay."

Mo Feng held her in his arms and comforted her softly, and she heard the noise around her, as if there were cheers, and there were many crying. Someone shouted Long live the goddess, but only a few seconds later, it all fell silent and she passed out.

"General, what should she do?"

A soldier pointed to Ming Cui, who was lying on the ground and was seriously injured, and asked.

The explosion just now, when he couldn't dodge, it was Ming Cui who pulled him and blocked most of the damage with his own body. He sighed deeply.

"Take it back and find someone to take care of her, she can't die like this."

It had been three days since Xia Ling woke up slowly, and she woke up to see Mo Feng guarding her bedside, her body that had been tense suddenly relaxed, and then she asked him very brainlessly.

"Do you have a psychiatrist here?"

Mo Feng looked at her face and twitched twice.

"You're saying you're mentally ill?"

Xia Ling nodded like a rattle, she felt that if she continued like this, she would be schizophrenic, and she would no longer even trust her eyes and senses.

Mo Feng glanced at Xia Ling unceremoniously, then reached out and pinched both sides of her face and pinched it fiercely.

"I think you are less abused, and you will be sober after being beaten."

Xia Ling rubbed her little face, patted her thigh and sat up.

"Mo Feng, I feel like the goddess is back today! The one who went down the city wall must not be me! ”

She said categorically, and nodded her head in self-approval.

"I'm never going to let you go to war again."

When Mo Feng said this, he said the word "Zaiya" very seriously, and he seemed to have made great determination.

Xia Ling looked at him a little stunned, blushed slightly and waved her hand, and her tone unconsciously became a little coquettish.

"You don't listen to me well anyway."

Mo Feng brought a bowl of porridge from Xue Lan, blew on it, and handed a spoonful to Xia Ling's mouth.

Seeing Xue Lan, the scenes on the battlefield that day appeared in her mind again, and then she remembered Mingcui.

"Where's Mingcui? Mingcui! ”

"She's injured and she's being cared for in another room. If you don't feel at ease, I'll take you to see her later. ”

Xia Ling nodded, obediently ate a few mouthfuls of porridge, and suddenly found that Mo Feng's face was also very haggard.

"Have you never rested?" Her voice became rare and gentle.

Mo Feng twisted his neck and smiled nonchalantly.

"It's good to lie down later, what's the matter, you're distressed?"

Xia Ling glanced at him helplessly, this guy changed his mood really quickly, and the most important expression was serious.

"If you feel distressed, give a reward."

Mo Feng's fingers slowly slid down her forehead, pinching the broken hair scattered across her forehead behind her ears. Then suddenly, a kiss gently fell between Xia Ling's lips and teeth.

For the first time, Xia Ling felt the smell of his body, a smell mixed with the wind of grass. In short, it smells good and smells good.

Just a few seconds, like the first kiss, Mo Feng left cautiously. Xia Ling lowered his head, a little embarrassed to look directly at him, who called him too handsome.

Mo Feng rolled over and lay on the bed, squeezing Xia Ling into the bed.

"You're consuming too much and need to recuperate. Just rest with me for a while. ”

Xia Ling felt like a rag doll that had lost her ability to think, being teased by Mo Feng at will. When he reacted, he made a bad face at him.

She has been sleeping for three days, where can she still sleep at this time, and there is still such a person lying next to her. She began to take a closer look at Mofeng's face.

This is the original handsome man! Xia Ling thought.

In the 27th century, plastic surgery has become a daily necessity. Everyone made themselves into their favorites, and in Xia Ling's eyes, it was as if everyone was wearing a mask and going out.

Knife-like double eyelids, sexy lips, a straight nose, and attractive sun-colored skin...... The thought that such a good-looking man is now her husband, even if it is temporary, it is also a super benefit! Xia Ling's face rarely had a hint of a smile.

Xia Lingle was happy, and suddenly looked down and saw Mo Feng staring at her with wide eyes, and couldn't help but startle her.

She patted her little heart and complained.

"Why didn't you sleep, you're going to scare people to death."

"I can't sleep, I'll see what you do while you move around."

"Aren't you tired, why can't you sleep?"

Mo Feng turned sideways and looked at Xia Ling's eyes flickering slightly, it was a memory he didn't want to remember, but it was also an opportunity for him to accompany her.

"When I was six years old, something happened in my family and I was frightened. Since then, he has become a sleepless person, and he can no longer sleep. ”

Mo Feng's answer made Xia Ling slightly surprised. Such a man who has been fighting all his life, what is it that has tied a knot in his heart for more than 20 years.

"Can you tell me what's going on? Maybe I can help you. ”

Xia Ling is a 27th-century dreamer, in other words, she is an expert in treating severe insomnia. But the premise is that Mo Feng is willing to open up with her.

Mo Feng looked at her with a smile in his eyes.

"You've never said anything like that before."

"I told you I'm not a goddess."

Hearing Mo Feng say that, for some reason, Xia Ling's heart set off a burst of displeasure.

Mo Feng didn't care about Xia Ling's displeasure, he gently pulled one of her hands and put it to his mouth.

"No matter who you are, Ling'er, when your heart is completely mine, I will tell you everything that belongs to me."

He said it so sincerely, it soothed Xia Ling's heart at once. She quietly withdrew her hand and nodded obediently, but she was concerned about Mo Feng's insomnia. Thinking about it, maybe her body was really tired, and she really fell asleep in a daze.

Dream.

"You're a cold-blooded and ruthless monster!"

"Monster! You're a monster! ”

Scolding from all sides occupied all her auditory nerves, and she curled up in the corner and sobbed.

"You are a little fairy, I will take care of you for the rest of your life."

The immature male voice is like a window in the dark night, and the sturdy little hands are drawn towards her, giving her an infinite sense of security. She looked up at him, only to see a sharp blade slashing at the boy's shoulder.

In an instant, the boy turned into a man, and in a sea of fire, she anxiously crossed over the cold corpses, tears running wildly on her face.

She saw a man in front of her who was dying, his sword piercing his chest, dying. But in front of him, the little boy's blood-stained white shirt stung her eyes.

She ran there regardless of it, thinking she was going to save him. A cage suddenly stopped all her reverie.

"Ye Ling, do you have to be so cruel to me?"

"You're no longer the person I have in my heart for."

Another damp and dark room, crying, pain, boundless loneliness. A crisp footstep came slowly, and she turned around to see a tall shadow.

"Mom's ......"

As soon as her words fell, the figure was suddenly surrounded by flames, and she anxiously stepped forward to hold the hand in the flames, but she couldn't......

Suddenly, in the midst of the fire, a girl who looked exactly like her came out.

"Ye Ling, do you know why my mother gave us this name? Because we are destined to be good. ”

"Ye Ling, do you know, this is the price of the goddess."

The lights in the room suddenly turned on, and Xia Ling opened his eyes violently and gasped.

She touched the sheet beside her, it was cold, it seemed that Mo Feng had been gone for a long time.

Another nightmare, Xia Ling couldn't help but feel annoyed, why did she come to this beautiful dream, didn't she have any happy memories in this body.

According to her inference for a while, she would see or dream about the goddess's past from time to time, and if these memories were all pieced together, maybe the goddess's consciousness could come back, and she could leave safely.

But the process is too hard! She raised her mouth a little aggrieved, and suddenly remembered the last words that the woman in the dream told her.

"This is the price of the goddess."

What is the price of the goddess? Is it that as a goddess, is there something to be sacrificed? But she's still fine, nothing has happened.

The strong desire for knowledge bothered Xia Ling again, she has always been a man of action, so naturally she will not swallow it in her stomach when she has doubts.

But Mo Feng and they had never mentioned anything wrong with the goddess to her, and they must have asked him if they would tell her obediently, let alone the maid around her, in order not to startle the snake, so Xia Ling was very smart and went directly to the library.

When she was just proud of her decision, the piles of books about the goddess really stuffed an egg in her mouth.

"Damn, that's too much!"

She sighed repeatedly, and her confidence dropped from a hundred to zero. She picked two at random, found two more books on insomnia, and took a deep breath at the thick stack of papers.

"Xia Ling, take your time, you can."

She sat cross-legged on the floor, her back against the high bookshelf, and she was fascinated by it.

"Shh

Mo Feng made a silent gesture to the administrator, and walked lightly to Xia Ling's back.

He looked at her through the sparse books, his eyes were tender, but also a little sad.

"The Chronicle of the Goddess, Chapter 8, Article 1. As the magnetic force of the goddess becomes stronger and stronger, the human body will not be able to match the frequency of the high magnetic field, causing neuropsychiatric damage. As the goddess grows older, she gradually loses her emotional feelings......"

Xia Ling's voice stopped abruptly, she began to be in a daze a little wooden, she didn't even know what her emotions were, what the book meant, will she gradually become a cold-blooded monster?

She remembered the sounds of the monsters in her dream, and she couldn't help but tremble slightly. She wrapped her arms around her knees and curled up in a ball. Her nose was a little sore, but she held back her tears.

"It turns out that the goddess is so pitiful."

"Is this a family psychosis?"

She muttered to herself, reaching for the next page. But strangely, the next page turned out to be blank! No, there is a blank space at the back of the whole book.

She threw away the book with some irritation, but didn't have the strength to look at anything else.

She held the two insomniac books in her arms, greeted the administrator in some disappointment, and left.

"General, why bother, she will know sooner or later."

Mo Feng picked up the book that had been thrown on the ground and patted it gently, it was he who erased the words behind it.

"I just can't bear to let her bear this all at once."