Now that she has made up her mind, Xiao Qingti no longer hesitates, and jumps on Mo Han's back: "Let's go." ”

Mo Han's body was together, and with a "boom', the entire floor-to-ceiling window finally died completely, and a piece of glass could not be seen, leaving only a big hole in the same place......

Mo Han flapped his wings and rose, Xiao Qingti couldn't help but hold his forehead again, these fairy beasts like to go through the window for Mao? Now it's okay, she doesn't have to change the glass, just change the wall!

……

"How is she now?" This is a sentence that Feng Qingyang often asks every time he goes to see Feng Huiliu.

Feng Qingyang usually doesn't answer him directly, but calls Xiao Qingti in front of him, and then clicks on the speakerphone so that he can hear it too.

Xiao Qingti's voice on the phone is usually full of energy, chatting with Feng Qingyang and gossiping, and even sometimes singing to him to poison his ears.

Feng Qingyang chatted with Xiao Qingti and teased her to talk more, while looking at the face of Feng Huiliuyu sitting next to her.

Usually at this time, Feng Hui Liuyu is very quiet, he doesn't say a word, his breathing is deliberately slowed down and slowed down, and his expression is very focused, as if he is listening to the most beautiful sounds in the world......

Even when Xiao Qingti sang, he smiled and listened, without any impatience.

She is doing well now, and she is slowly recovering, and maybe it won't be long before she can come out completely, regain her original lively nature, and really start a new life......

That's – and that's good!

He could finally rest assured.

That afternoon, the wind came to visit him again.

When Feng Huiliuyu habitually asked about her recent situation, Feng Qingyang didn't call again, and he was a little angry: "You don't have to remember her, she is still very good, she lives a very moist life, and she has never asked about you...... Or did I take the initiative to tell her, you have gone back to your own time. Guess what her expression is? ”

The wind returned to be silent for a moment: "She is relieved, right?" ”

Feng Qingyang: "......" He stared at Feng Huiliu rather strangely: "You don't know her well!" Yes, she was indeed relieved, and her face was so happy that she almost set off firecrackers to celebrate! Feng Qingyang's voice was even a little vicious, as if he had to poke the wound of Feng Huiliu and poke him bloody.

Feng Liuliu lazily lay on the rattan chair, half of his body is now unconscious, the limit is approaching, his mind has calmed down, closed his eyes slightly, and chuckled lightly for a while: "It's good to be ...... like this."

"What a fart!" Feng Qingyang couldn't help but be rude: "You have done so much for her, and you have endured what ordinary people can't bear, but in the end you died at her hands, and she still resented her until you died...... You live Lei Feng is really a family! ”

Wind Breeze ignored him.

Since he made that decision three thousand years ago, he has no way back—

It can only be said that it is providential to make people fall short.

As for Xiao Qingti's reaction now, even if he is sad, he expected it.

After all, she didn't know, and it was natural that she would hate him to the bone if she was tossed so badly by him. If you really want to blame, it can only be blamed on his hot-headed head at that wedding to hug her and kiss her, but he was stabbed by her, and he was pierced on the door of his cultivation in this world......

Every time he was reborn, he would change the door so that no one would see through and calculate him.