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Chapter 32 scabbard
Feng Feiyu grinned when he swung his hands all over the sky, and half of his body was supported by Shuofeng, which seemed to be half leaning on his arms.
The neon sky gave her a white eye: "I think you're fine, just don't die."
Feng Feiyu accidentally choked. If it were not for the fact that she was really uncomfortable with movement at this time, she really wanted to kick this little princess with a mouth comparable to her own.
"are you all right?" Shuofeng used his strength to hold her arm, and the other hand falsely supported one side of her shoulder and stabilized her body.
Feng Feiyu shook his head.
Ni looked suspiciously over the sky and saw that her face was as white as paper and pursed her lips.
"Let's go!" She went forward and held Feng Feiyu's arm again.
Feng Feiyu bowed his head and was helped into the inner hall by the two men.
"I'm going to wash it first." She stopped in front of the bed and said.
Shuofeng automatically let go of her hand and went out of the inner hall.
He said to Feng Feiyu, "if there's anything I can do for you, just let me know."
He usually doesn't talk much and looks indifferent, but in fact he just can't speak, and his heart is still warm.
Feng Feiyu usually quarreled with Ni all over the sky and regarded most of the people on Changliu Mountain as children, but in the face of Shuofeng, she always had a kind of respect that came out from the bottom of her heart.
She nodded and said, "Thank you for your hard work. You can go back. Just have the little princess here."
Ni Mantian heard not happy: "Feng Fei Yu you are not very good?" Do you still need me to take care of it? "
She is not really unwilling, that is, she has been holding out her clothes and opening her mouth since she was a child. It would be nice for her to come out with Shuo Feng to pick up people tonight.
Originally, she wanted to see if Feng Feiyu came back with a full tail, and planned to laugh at him and go back to have a rest.
Feng Feiyu waved and let Shuofeng go directly. She turned to look at the angry neon sky and said to her with a grin, "Princess, you and I are the only women in the whole hall of greed. I am about to ascend to heaven. Can't you have some compassion?"
Her words were so easy that she sounded helpless.
The clothes on the other side of her body were already shabby, and the wound that had been beaten on her back split again and shed blood slightly after a push of consciousness all over the world. And pale, no lip color, although the speech is very energetic, but when you look at her eyes, you can clearly see that it is already blurred, and it all depends on a burst of strength to support it.
Ni all over the sky drooping eyelids, see her so strong, a little more like her, but the heart is still proudly refused to admit.
She looked up and looked at her contemptuously: "shut up quickly, help you take a bath, and then put on the medicine!"
Feng Feiyu raised his eyebrows and smiled happily at her.
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Everything that happens in the dense forest behind the mountain is like a beautiful moon in the mirror. Even if the disciples of Changliu heard what had happened, they would only gossip casually, and no more would be able to say anything, and eventually they would circle around the body of Feng Fei Yu, the Blessed one, who was still recovering from injuries.
Feng Feiyu, who was recovering from injury, lay under a pear tree in the northeast corner of the Hall of greed, holding torn clothes in his hands and sighing again and again.
"Why can't you get it back? It's a shame to say that you don't even know how to recover for such a long time. "
The wound from the whip heals very slowly, even with the clothes broken by the whip, there is no way to repair it.
Feng Feiyu looked at the roof of Changliu Hall under the Hall of greed, sighing and bared his teeth.
It really hurts. The Blessed one hit really hard behind him. It was estimated that he let out all the wretchedness he had suffered in the past year last night.
"Hey." She slowly propped up her chin and sighed again.
"is it hard?"
Suddenly, a warm voice came, with obvious concern.
Feng Feiyu subconsciously turned his head and saw a man standing at the end of the pear tree. The crescent white gown was blown by the wind of the Hall of greed, blowing the faint fragrance of vegetation and the sweet smell of pear blossoms.
She stood still, looked at him with her eyes, and then asked blankly, "you." What are you doing here? "
Dongfang Yuqing went forward and half crouched in front of her to look at her.
Although the complexion is not very good, it can be seen that it is quite ruddy. He suddenly relieved his worries and breathed a sigh of relief.
He put his hand between his waist and abdomen and took something out of the empty tripod.
"for you."
Feng Feiyu continued to look dazed, reached for what he had handed over, and subconsciously looked away.
It's a very neatly folded dress.
The background color of the crescent moon is white, the edge of the dress is covered with a wide flamboyant edge, and the bottom left corner of the folded side is the five-finger claw flower outlined by the red line underneath the gold thread, which is in full bloom.
The style looks exactly the same as the one she wanted to repair.
She just came to herself.
"you.??"
The oriental concubine curled her lips and pressed down the smile that was about to overflow from the edge of her mouth. The answer: "for you, isn't the clothes rotten?" Don't want it if it's broken. There's a new one. "
She subconsciously said, "but you bought me the old one." It's a pity it's broken. " She couldn't help turning her eyes to the stone beside her, on which was the regrettable dress in her mouth.
Alone, is about to be replaced by a new one.
Feng Feiyu doesn't think she likes the new and hates the old easily, but she thinks she still misses the old.
"puff." Dongfang Yuqing could not help it, but raised her hand and rubbed her head. "Why didn't you find you so cute before?"
"Ah?" Feng Feiyu opened his mouth and looked at him ignorantly, wondering how he said this.
Sounds like. It's a little cold.
She reached out and patted off his hand, shook her head to wake herself up, and then became sad.
"Oh." The wound on the back is pulled.
Dongfang Yuqing immediately turned around, reached out her hand, and began to pass the real anger to her without even thinking about it.