Time passed minute by minute, Ye Jia had been deeply trapped in the rattan chair, listening silently, and the more he listened, the more his eyebrows became tangled.

“…… The monk was shot three arrows, one of which was deflected, under the left rib...... She could almost hear his bones and flesh splitting...... In this way, she never saw the monk again, and when she woke up, she and the emperor had reached modern times...... Hehe, Ye Jia, this is very much like an American blockbuster, absurd and uninhibited, right? Okay, I'm done with my jokes, Ye Jia ......"

She stopped talking, because she saw Ye Jia on the other side with a pale expression, one hand pressing on her left rib, looking painful.

She was taken aback and said in a low voice, "Ye Jia, what's wrong with you......"

She asked twice before Ye Jia raised her head and stared at her carefully, "And then?" ”

And then, no more. Everything is absurd like a dream.

The two were silent for a long time, Ye Jia took a slight breath before saying, "What about the emperor in the story?" ”

She shook her head, there was no more emperor in this world.

Feng Feng couldn't answer. After a while, he answered the question: "He is now playing tricks in the crew, and he is friends with Ye Xiaobo, and Ye Xiaobo calls him big brother." ”

Ye Jia was silent, and suddenly remembered Ye Xiaobo's inexplicable "sister-in-law", at that time, he was extremely displeased, and thought that Ye Xiaobo really recognized the wrong person, and now, I realized that he was originally upset for Li Huan, and that "sister-in-law" was called for Li Huan, and he deliberately wanted to embarrass himself!

He had never lost his temper like this, and almost hissed: "Li Huan, is he your husband?" He's still with you? Why are you still with him? Why are you still with him? Why? ”

"It's not. He's not my husband, we're just co-tenants. She was startled, and after a while she whispered, "I'm going to move in two days, I've already found a house, I won't live there......"

Ye Jia leaned back on the wide rattan chair, gasping for breath, closing his eyes for a long time before he said in a deep voice: "Xiaofeng, this is just a story, isn't it?" ”

"Maybe, it's just a story made up by someone who is extremely boring, you know, there are a lot of boring people now."

Ye Jia didn't make a sound again.

Feng Feng didn't know what he was thinking at all, and for a long time, she looked at him cautiously: "Ye Jia, are you uncomfortable?" ”

He was still silent.

She stood up, walked over to him, and subconsciously touched his forehead, finding that his forehead was dripping with cold sweat.

Ye Jia...... Are you not feeling well? ”

She became anxious, but his hand was grasped and covered on his face. He pulled her to sit beside him, his hands were still warm, and his voice was full of tiredness: "Xiaofeng, I want to be quiet alone." He was asking for her opinion, but he knew that she would agree, so he took her hand and did not let go.

Of course, Feng Feng did not refuse, just as Jia Ye had never refused her request.

She sat beside him for an unknown amount of time, he took her hand, slowly opened her eyes, and her expression became unprecedentedly cold: "Xiaofeng, it's almost dawn......"

That kind of coldness almost completely destroyed the last trace of illusion in Feng Feng's heart, and after a while, he nodded and whispered, "It's already past six o'clock." ”

He stood up, still with a tired face: "Xiaofeng, I'll send you back." ”

Feng Feng had never seen him look so sluggish, so he had to nod silently.