Spitfire was a little slow to speak, he wanted to tell the details of his life.

Although his life was as short as if it were only six years, the days before him seemed to not exist.

Although Qingwen listened carefully to Spitfire, she didn't say anything, for fear of disturbing Spitfire's thoughts.

She knows the history of Spitfire and the secret that Spitfire only has one eye left.

However, Spitfire didn't hide the matter of the "Yellow Spring Eye", and said: "Actually, six years ago, I didn't even know what Wushuang looked like, until she installed this strange eye on me!"

"It may be a little strange, but you don't have to be afraid!" Feihuo said: "This eye is called Huangquan Eye, it can see the opponent's moves, it can see the flow of true qi, and after Dragon City, it has become more powerful!"

He condensed his true qi slightly, and the color of his eyes began to change slightly, and there was a trace of blood red in his golden eyes.

It's a bit of a mad feeling.

"That's it..."Qingwen has long been a little interested in the secret of Feihuo's eyes, but Feihuo said it herself, and she felt a little moved.

It's not because of anything else, but because Qingwen feels that Spitfire is so honest for the first time.

It's just, "If only I could be more honest!"

Qingwen stretched out her hand and stroked Spitfire's eyes, she wanted to feel the power of Spitfire's eye, and it was this eye that freed Spitfire from countless dangers.

With such an intimate action, there was no sense of disobedience at this time, and Feihuo did not resist.

"In that case, the two of us will be fair, right?" said Spitfire, "There should be no secret to me!"

"Probably?"

said that it was probable, because Feihuo didn't dare to mention Ruan Ruan's matter at all, if Qingwen knew that Feihuo still had a concubine who had never been through the door, then I was afraid that it would be upside down.

"I understand, you are indeed different from me, you were alone at the beginning, so you have always been like this, covering yourself?"

To pick up a sword is to kill mercilessly, and to put down a sword is to be an indecisive assassin.

After all, he's just a teenager.

"Now, you're not alone, and neither am I!" Qingwen stretched out her hand, wanting to give Spitfire a gentle hug, just like a relative.

Feihuo gently pressed Qingwen's hand and said, "Rest!"

Again, he refused, because he didn't know if he had the stamina.

The answer is probably no.

"Got it!" Qingwen was a little disappointed, although she knew about Spitfire's past, she couldn't enter Spitfire's world.

The two can obviously be intimate and can sleep with each other, but all this seems to be so difficult.

Qingwen was not angry, but stood up without saying a word and lay back on the bed by herself.

Feihuo breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that he really shouldn't have agreed to be in the same room as Qingwen, Qingwen, this girl, was simply suspected of getting an inch.

There are some things he wants to do, but he can't.

It's too easy to say and say this kind of thing, but it's too hard to do.

It is you who bear the promise, but it is someone else who is hurt.

Spitfire fell into a deep sleep.

He rarely dreams, and if he does, it must be the dream that has surrounded his mind countless times.

It's fire, it's destruction, it's him nowhere to stay.

His mouth was parched, and he was burned in flames, as if he were in hell.

This is the origin of his name, and his nameless title has finally become the only proof that he is alive in the world.

However, he felt a clear spring dripping from his head, extinguishing the flames in his body, and the cold touch was like a sweet spring moistening the earth.

Spitfire opened his eyes.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw Qingwen's side face, and the girl was secretly lying next to him, using her hand to eliminate the temperature on Feihuo's forehead.

Spitfire couldn't move, and Qingwen fell asleep quietly.

Maybe it was his shout in his dream that woke up Qingwen, and in order to make him more stable, the girl used some ice condensation to calm him down.

Spitfire was ashamed.

"You're awake!" Qingwen still felt Feihuo wake up, because she slept very lightly, and in order to take care of Feihuo, she didn't cover the quilt.

She paused for a moment and said with some trepidation, "I'll go back to bed right away..."

Spitfire grabbed her hand, and he felt like a complete asshole.

"Sorry for worrying you!" Spitfire said apologetically.

Qingwen shook her head, trying to break free of Feihuo's hand, "I did it without permission..."

"That's why you want me to lie down next to you for a while?" Spitfire asked.

Qingwen nodded slightly, then lowered her head.

So the final result turned out to be a failure of Spitfire, and he couldn't bear to disappoint Qingwen after all, at least in this case, maybe both of them would be more stable.

Although he felt a little embarrassed, Feihuo still reluctantly lay down, he was only a few feet away from Qingwen, and he could clearly smell the fragrance of the girl.

He suppressed the turmoil in his heart and did not think otherwise.

Qingwen's face finally had some pleasantness, although she was a little laid-back, she finally found Spitfire's weakness.

"Can I stay a little closer to you for the rest of the journey?"

"Even if I object, I guess I can't resist you, I accept it, I'm really convinced!" Spitfire finally gave up, he always felt that one day he might be desperate to give this girl happiness, but not now.

Thousands of miles away in the hinterland of southern Xinjiang, Dali City on the coast of Erhai Lake.

Originally, this was the capital of the Zhao Kingdom, but it also shone like a meteor, and finally became the location of the main altar of the Divine Fire Sect.

Even the holy land of this extraterrestrial country has many secrets that no one knows.

A young man in a white robe stood under the towering city wall with the scroll in his hand.

Beside him, there was a young man in a mask, who was hunched over his waist and seemed to be a little uncomfortable with the surrounding atmosphere.

"Master, aren't we going in?"

The young man in white glanced up at the sky, and then picked up the scroll in his hand, but he frowned for a moment, because his scroll did not collect any breath of life.

"This city is not a dead city, but it is no different from a dead city!" The moonlight swept across his face, he was the Immortal Daoist Lu Xun who had rushed all the way from Jiangdu and finally walked through countless uninhabited realms.

"I didn't expect that you also want to use this method to stay young forever, but it's a pity, it's a pity, I'm back, I want to ask you for something!"

Lu Xun smiled coldly, and then gently brushed the scroll in his hand, and the two of them flashed through the door directly.