"What's wrong with you?" Feng Yu stretched out his hand, not wanting to be held by Han Ming.

"Don't touch it, it's just not growing yet. ”

"What do you mean it doesn't grow well?" Feng Yu looked incredulous, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay, it'll be fine in two days. ”

"Did the Demon Lord do something to you?"

Han Ming looked at Feng Yu's anxious appearance and smiled, "Are you worried about me?"

Feng Yu looked away: "If it was because of me that you were injured by the Demon Lord, then I would be uneasy." ”

Han Ming looked at Feng Yu, and the light in his eyes darkened: "That seat tells you that it is indeed because of you that this place has become like this." So, what are you going to do?"

"I ......," Feng Yu bit his lip, "I'm sorry." ”

"Just a 'sorry'?"

"And what do you want me to do?"

The corners of Han Ming's lips curled: "Make a promise with your body." As he spoke, he took Feng Yu back into his arms.

Feng Yu hurriedly struggled: "The smell here is so bad, can you still have such thoughts?"

Han Ming looked at Feng Yu funny: "Then what do you mean, I will touch you again when I go back to the room?"

Feng Yu glared at Han Ming fiercely, turned around and ignored him.

"Alright, no more fuss. Han Ming took Feng Yu's hand, "This seat will take you out." ”

"I'll go myself!"

"If you don't let this seat lead, this seat won't take you out. ”

"You ......" Feng Yu was annoyed, but he was helpless, he was really aggrieved.

Han Ming hooked his lips and led Feng Yu out of the wormhole. With seven turns and turns all the way, Feng Yu was confused, and he didn't argue about the direction at all.

Han Ming suddenly pointed at his hand: "What do you think it is?"

Feng Yu looked in the direction Han Ming pointed, and saw a corrupt human head hanging on the stone wall, bleeding from his seven orifices, but he squinted at them and grinned.

Feng Yu screamed and threw himself into Han Ming's arms, his little heart beating "dong dong". Han Ming hugged Feng Yu, and a smile flashed in his eyes: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'm here." ”

"Hurry up!"

"Good, good. Han Ming responded, smiling happily.

"Is it over?" Feng Yu lay in Han Ming's arms, not daring to raise his head at all.

Han Ming looked at the empty passage in front of him: "There are still a few terrible things ahead. ”

"Get them away. ”

"This is set by the Demon Lord, and I can't do it. ”

"Then let's go. ”

"Good. Han Ming's eyebrows bent, and he walked with Feng Yu unhurriedly.

Out of the wormhole, Feng Yu still had palpitations, and it was not until he returned to the courtyard that he was relieved.

"The formation of this courtyard has been secretly changed. Han Ming narrowed his eyes, "Yu Mo, go find out who is so bold." ”

"Yes. ”

Feng Yu was surprised: "Someone deliberately wants to harm me?"

"Hmm. First go take a shower and change your clothes. After Han Ming finished speaking, seeing Feng Yu hesitating, he said with a smile, "Don't worry, this seat has not yet recovered, I won't wash with you this time, so cowardly, don't scare you to death." ”

“......”

Night, in a nine-story building.

In the dim light, I saw two figures sitting on both sides, at the table, a cup of tea, and the aroma was curling.

"You're not really emotional, are you?"

"Is there any emotion, will you know?"

"He's just a pawn. ”

"Since it's just a chess piece, why are you so worried when you hear him cry for help? Why do you want to run to save him at the critical moment of cultivation?"

"If you don't save him, will you let him die in a wormhole? You know, he can't die. ”

But in the end, he may not survive. ”

"Don't forget, he's very upset with you. ”

"So what? I just want him. Before he could finish speaking, a figure got up and left.

"Are you really emotionally attracted to him?"

The figure looked back: "Can you control it?"

Behind him, there was silence.

When Han Ming returned to the room, Feng Yu had already fallen asleep. Under the candlelight, I saw his brows tightly locked, and he didn't know what he dreamed of.

Han Ming stretched out his hand and gently stroked Feng Yu's cheek, with a faint soft light in his eyes.

At this time, Feng Yu woke up suddenly, and his face turned pale.

"What's wrong?"

"I dreamed that the Demon Lord had dug out your heart, and there was a bloody hole in your chest. ”

Han Ming chuckled: "How could you have such a dream?"

"How do I know?" Feng Yu wiped his face, "Have you grown well?"

Han Ming unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his flat chest.

"It's completely grown?" Feng Yu cautiously poked Han Ming's chest.

Han Ming hooked his lips and smiled, held Feng Yu's hand, and leaned forward: "You are really worried about me." ”

Feng Yu hurriedly turned away: "I said it, I'm just uneasy." If you provoke the Demon Lord yourself, then I don't care if you live or die. ”

When Han Ming heard this, he gradually smiled, and looked at Feng Yu fixedly: "Are you serious, you hate me so much?"

Feng Yu pursed his lips and did not speak.

"Is it because of Yueqing Song?"

At the mention of Master Beauty, Feng Yu's heart trembled, and he couldn't help but say: "You bully me like this, even if you don't have my master, I hate you." ”

Han Ming narrowed his eyes and snorted, "Really, that seat will erase your memory now, forget Yueqingge, and see if you will hate me." ”

"No!" Feng Yu's face changed, "You can't do this to me!"

"Why not? Now that you are in the hands of this seat, you will do to you as you would like to be treated. Han Ming said, wanting to erase Feng Yu's memory.

Feng Yu resisted desperately, and during the struggle, his eyes suddenly became sharp, and he raised his hand to be a palm. Han Ming's body had just recovered, and he was unprepared for a while, and was shocked by Feng Yu.

"You bastard, you want to erase this kid's memory, you think this way, he will like you?

Han Ming sneered: "Don't you look down on Xiao Se, why are you fighting for him now?"

"I'm not right about people. ”

Han Ming sneered lightly and diverted the topic: "You know what happened in the past two days, right?"

"What if you know?"

"Then Xiaose fell into the wormhole, why didn't you show up?"

"Why should I show up? Aren't you?"

Han Ming said thoughtfully: "Are you afraid?"

"Who said that?" Feng Yu flatly denied it, how could the young master of the dignified demon clan be afraid of some small insects?

"Since you're not afraid, why don't you go to the wormhole with this seat?"

"Don't go, I'm sleepy!"

Han Ming pointed to the bed: "This is the bed of this seat, either sleep with this seat or sleep on the ground." ”

Feng Yu snorted coldly, turned his head and sat on the ground. Han Ming had an expression of "see how long you can last" and lay down on his side......

Feng Yu woke up in the middle of the night, only to feel a splitting headache, and his whole body was cold and hot. Han Ming noticed it and hurriedly carried him to the bed.

"You let go of me!"

"You're having a fever. ”

"Don't worry about it!" Feng Yu punched and kicked Han Ming, and rolled out of bed with the quilt rolled up.

Han Ming was quite helpless, got up and lifted the quilt.

Suddenly, Feng Yu looked up, and in a trance, he seemed to see a man in green clothes standing in front of him, with an upright figure, his eyes as bright as stars, with a trace of warmth.

"Don't cry, come with me. For a moment, it was as if I heard the other person talking.

"You ......" Feng Yu calmed down, looked again, but saw Han Ming hugging him helplessly.

"Don't make a fuss, lie down, I'll go get you medicine. ”

Feng Yu looked at Han Ming in a daze, but the blue shadow kept appearing in his mind.