Feng Fei's World 【End】

there is one more person...

Ice Promise.

If you hurry up, within five days, Bing Wuji will definitely be able to come to Tianchen...

But when he thought of that indifferent man who had only met once, Huo Yun's heart skipped a beat, and an image flashed in his mind. The indifferent man in plain clothes raised his eyes coolly, knocked himself, and then lowered his eyes, " What have you got to do with me?"

Huoyun twitched the corner of his mouth...

Yanyue can't die!

I can't just die like this!

Immediately frowned, if Yan Yue woke up, then the hostility with Yu Wuchen was certain, and she was caught in the middle, in a dilemma.

But if the problem is not resolved, it will snowball and get bigger and bigger, and then it will be impossible to deal with it.

Immortal Island, Yu Wuchen's messy things should be resolved.

"Chu Xiumo, I'll write a book. You tell Qingtian to hurry to Jinguo, and you must deliver it to Bing Wuji with your own hands, and you must come back within five days."

Huo Yun had a plan in his mind, so he said sonorously.

Chu Xiumo raised his head, "Are you familiar with Bing Wuji? Will he come?"

Huo Yun bit her lower lip and nodded, "He will come...!"

……

……

Departing immediately, without delay at all, I went on the road in love, and wrote a letter to Bing Wuji with Huoyun.

During this period, Huoyun went to see Ye Ye and Yanyue several times, but she felt that countless exhaustion enveloped her, her lover was in a coma, her younger brother was in a coma, but she was helpless, unable to do anything, this feeling of powerlessness Let Huoyun tired, even disgusted.

Night, are you still awake?

If you don't wake up, I won't be able to hold on...

Huo Yun looked up at the sky, it seemed that the goddess of luck had never favored her and him, stumbling along the way, finally made it to today, but why are there still countless hardships ahead?

It seems that there is no light, and I don't know when it will come to an end.

Huo Yun thought carefully about his travels in the past few months.

From Ye's death, to when they went to Immortal Island, to Ye's becoming a demon, and after that, the demon's death, and then Ye lost a soul, finally found Chu Jingmo, and Chu Jingmo disappeared again...

Suffering has always existed.

If this is a test, shouldn't it be over?

Chu Jingmo will definitely come back this time, because Huoyun has confidence in Yange, Xiaofeng and Wushuang. Together, these three are already an extremely powerful combination. If the three of them can't do this, then no one will This thing can be done.

But Chu Jingmo was about to bring it back, and Yu Wuchen left again...

Waking up at night was still far away, and Huo Yun's hand was buried in the palm of his hand. For the first time, this resolute woman showed deep fatigue.

……

Five days is just a fleeting time, this is already the last day, if you can't come back, Yanyue will not be saved, Huoyun clenches her fists, her eyes are not flustered, she knows that Bing Wuji will definitely come back...

The red of the setting sun shines through the dry branches, which is a bit hideous.

"Here they come, they come...they're back!"

Chu Xiumo's cry spread throughout the yard, and Huo Yun stood up with a whoosh, and finally came!

For the last two days, Chu Xiumo has been lying on the city wall, looking forward to it, like a little daughter-in-law waiting for her husband to return, with an anxious look...

……

"Feng Yunjin, they are really here, I saw the carriage! I saw Bing Wuji's probe!"

Chu Xiumo panted heavily, wiped the sweat from his forehead and said.

He gave a thumbs up to Huoyun, he didn’t remember what it was that sometimes he knew that Wuying Qianxun was Bing Wuji and Bing Yange, but knowing how powerful they are is enough, all the hope in his heart is on this person .

Not long after Chu Xiumo communicated, Qingtian recommended Yu Wuchen to the other courtyard.

……

Dressed in Tsing Yi, he was light and cold, without any expression on his face, without the fatigue of a long journey, just like a bend of water that has not been wrinkled by the wind, and holding a sleeping child in his arms, powder carved jade Zhuo's cute little boy is exactly Bing Chenxi whom he met before.

"You came!"

A person like Bing Wuji will not speak to you first, Qingtian's footsteps are hurried, and his footsteps are not slow, without a word of extraneous words, he came rushing towards the fire cloud.

"Where are the people?"

Bing Wuji made a sound.

There was no ups and downs, and there was no eager expression on his face. He looked at Huoyun calmly, as if they were confidants who had known each other for many years. At this time, there was no need for unnecessary words, just a tacit understanding was enough.

Chu Xiumo and Qingtian stood beside him knowingly. This Bing Wuji didn't exude any sharp feeling. It gave people the feeling that if others don't provoke him, he is absolutely not provoking. He didn't seem interested in anything. From following behind Qingtian to Huoyun's eyes, his eyes didn't even look elsewhere. The eyes of normal people would definitely look around subconsciously. This unfamiliar environment, but This Bing Wuji doesn't have it, calm and calm.But he gave people a very strong aura, a kind of natural aristocratic cultivation.

Although he held a sleeping child in his arms, he still did not take away his brilliance.

It's obviously not that kind of outstanding appearance. Compared with Bing Yange, it's not at the same level... It's not right, they are not comparable...

"The man is inside, please save him, please...!"

Huo Yun said in a low voice, his voice was very low, as if he was afraid of waking up the child in his arms, and Huo Yun also used the word please and please, which was already very polite.

"it is good!"

Bing Wuji nodded, one word.

At this moment, the child in his arms suddenly rubbed his eyes, then moved his eyelashes, and suddenly opened his eyes, and woke up!

He looked around in a daze, then quietly lay on Bing Wuji's shoulder, neither crying nor fussing, not saying a word.

Huo Yun looked at the back of Bing Chenxi's little head, and thought of Bing Yange's words, the child left a shadow in his heart, neither crying nor laughing, never said a word...

A trace of distress flashed in my heart, but it was just a five-year-old child.

"I'll hold him, you go in!"

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