When the wind slowly opened his eyes, he found that it was already dark outside, without a trace of light, however, the night on a rainy day was always so dark.

As soon as his body moved slightly, a tearing pain immediately came from all over his body.

His brows furrowed, and the sharp pain made Feng's ruthless body tremble and constrict involuntarily.

After a moment of respite, Feng Ruthless gritted his teeth and sat up with the pain.

Looking down, he found that his body was wrapped in a white cloth everywhere, and the wind sighed mercilessly, could it be that he was injured so badly?

"Ah, Senior Sister, why did you sit up? Cheng Xue'er, who was not far away, hurriedly came over to help her.

Feng ruthlessly shook his head: "I'm fine." ”

Cheng Xue'er said: "Lie down if you have nothing to do, otherwise the wound will be in trouble." ”

Feng ruthlessly shook his head: "I'm really fine"

"You deserve it, this is evil and evil is rewarded!" Tiantian, who was sitting in the corner and playing, muttered softly, the sound was very small, the same as the sound of mosquitoes, but the wind was ruthless, Cheng Xue'er, and Li Xiaoyu all heard it, and they heard it very clearly.

Feng Ruthless's face suddenly darkened, and she asked herself, if she hadn't been injured now, would she go over and smoke her?

Cheng Xue'er bit her lip, trying not to let herself laugh out loud.

Li Xiaoyu, who was embroidering, shook his head with a smile, and couldn't help but sigh secretly, this is a living treasure, which can always bring joy to people inadvertently.

But every day continues to play as if nothing happened, as if nothing had happened.

Feng ruthlessly sighed: "It looks like I won't be able to participate in the competition tomorrow." ”

"Still competing?" Cheng Xue'er glanced at her: "Tomorrow you can stand up and be Amitabha." ”

Feng ruthlessly said: "In case the Buddha really manifests, I may really be able to stand up tomorrow." ”

"The Buddha doesn't bless the badass. The mosquito-like muttering of the day sounded again.

Feng Ruthless's face turned black again, if it weren't for the injury of both hands, Feng Ruthless would definitely take something and smash it over.

After lying down, Feng was ruthless and couldn't sleep for a long time, and in her mind, a figure kept appearing, the figure of a man, wearing a white robe, holding a three-foot long sword, and then said to her: "I admit defeat!"

As a martial artist, Feng Wuru understands how difficult it is to admit defeat. However, did he admit defeat, was it for me? Feng shook her head mercilessly, and she felt a little confused.

Soon after dinner, Baili Xingfeng had fallen asleep deeply, he had always slept late, but today he was happy, and he would drink when he was happy.

When a person wants to get drunk, he can't get drunk at all, and when he doesn't want to get drunk, he gets drunk very quickly.

However, sometimes the world is like this, and it is incomprehensible.

When Baili Xingfeng drank two jars of wine, he was drunk and unconscious.

Beitang Feixue lay quietly on the bed, looking up at the roof, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, very beautiful and charming.

Has this fool finally understood the feelings between some men and women?

I used to be with him every day, but he just treated me as a friend, but I didn't expect to be separated for a while but let him understand what love is.

In this way, thanks to Tuoba Feixue, if she hadn't taken me away, this fool wouldn't have thought of me, and he wouldn't have seen the relationship between the two of us.

"Who?" Beitang Feixue frowned, and the window was opened unconsciously, and he didn't even notice it.

"It's me. An extremely beautiful and doting voice sounded.

"Sister!" Beitang Feixue was happy in his heart, and followed the prestige, only to see that at the table, Beitang Qiuhong, who was wearing a purple dress, stood quietly, smiling slightly at Beitang Feixue.

Beitang Feixue jumped up from the bed, and hurriedly ran over to give Beitang Qiuhong a big hug: "I miss you to death!"

Beitang Qiuhong shook his head: "Look at you, you don't wear shoes, they're dirty." ”

Beitang Feixue grinned: "People miss you." ”

"Really?"

"Of course it's true. ”

"Do you still miss me?" Beitang Qiuhong glanced at her: "I seem to see you with a man all day long, where do you think of me?"

Beitang Feixue's little face turned red: "Sister, you hate it, make fun of me as soon as you come." ”

Beitang Qiuhong smiled lightly: "Okay, don't make fun of you, I just haven't seen you for a long time, I'm here to accompany you." ”

"You said that I missed you and went to the old man's inn to look for you, but you weren't there when I looked for you twice. Beitang Feixue looked at Beitang Qiuhong very dissatisfied.

Beitang Qiuhong smiled and pinched Beitang Feixue's little nose: "Sister, I've been busy lately." ”

"What is that sister up to, can I help you?" asked Beitang Feixue.

Beitang Qiuhong shook his head with a smile: "This is a secret, you can't say it!"

"Can't even say it?"

"No, you can't. Beitang Qiuhong shook his head.

Beitang Feixue puffed out his cheeks: "Stingy ghost." ”

Beitang Qiuhong smiled and touched Beitang Feixue's little head: "You are still young, I will tell you when you grow up." ”

Beitang Feixue closed the window: "Sister, it's windy and rainy outside, let's lie on the bed and talk." ”

Beitang Qiuhong nodded.

The quilt was very warm, Beitang Qiuhong gently hugged Beitang Feixue, and Beitang Feixue quietly snuggled in Beitang Qiuhong's arms.

When they were children, the two lived on the top of Ziyun Mountain, and every night, they slept like this.

"Sister, can you tell me about your father?" asked Beitang Feixue.

Beitang Qiuhong touched her little head: "Flying snow"

"Sister, I'm not young anymore. Beitang Feixue raised her head and looked at Beitang Qiuhong: "Tell me, okay?" I want to know. ”

Beitang Qiuhong pondered for a moment and said, "When you are twenty years old, I will tell you." ”

Beitang Feixue didn't answer, just nodded slightly.

Indeed, Beitang Feixue has a lot of questions, why doesn't my sister let me practice martial arts? Who is my father? What secrets are hidden in my sister's body? My sister's martial arts are so powerful, who is her master?

However, no one told her the answer, and Beitang Feixue knew that Beitang Qiuhong would tell her one day, but, what day is this day?

The night is getting deeper, when Beitang Feixue snuggled in Beitang Qiuhong's arms and fell asleep, Beitang Qiuhong still opened her eyes, as if she had something on her mind, although Beitang Qiuhong had an indifferent personality, but she looked at Beitang Feixue's eyes, always gentle.

Beitang Qiuhong's gentleness only belongs to Beitang Feixue, and only to her dear sister.