Grudge Breaker

Chapter 152 It’s hard to control yourself -
"Mo Tingfeng."
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The "Name Calling Ban" suddenly came into effect, and Mo Tingfeng's uncontrollable figure, who was still five hundred miles away from Jingcheng, flashed away and appeared in Fan Tower - it was outside the balcony fence where Song Weichen had just opened his mouth.

At a glance, I saw a red figure falling towards the ground very quickly, Weiwei? !

Without any time to think about it, he quickly chased the red afterimage, and when he was almost close to the ground, he finally caught her.

He grabbed her waist and hugged her. The little girl in his arms was cold and naked. He was not wearing a cloak, so he had to hold her tighter.

Looking around, he saw that Fan Lou had a soft spring flag, so he flew up and took it off, wrapping him and Song Weichen together.
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Falling to the ground, even though he was already holding Song Weichen in his arms, he still couldn't believe that the "name calling ban" just now was really her calling him?
Mo Tingfeng's eyes flashed. Can she speak?
While he was thinking, the little man in his arms opened his eyes and saw his face close at hand. For the first time, the little man did not hide away. Instead, he smiled and reached out to gently touch his face.

She called him softly again.

"Mo Tingfeng."

"slight."

He spoke softly and turned his head to gently rub her hand covering his face.

However, she didn't respond. Her hands slipped away and she closed her eyes.

Song Weichen was already exhausted. After seeing Mo Tingfeng, his soul calmed down and he fell into a coma.

Mo Tingfeng also swayed slightly. He had suffered such a fatal injury on her behalf, and the wound had torn and oozed blood due to the many tossing along the way. In addition, the entire French army had been running around at a high speed for several hours, and it was already at the end of its strength.

Trying to control his balance, he carefully placed Song Weichen on the ground. He could no longer hold on and fainted next to Song Weichen.
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When she woke up two days later, she opened her eyes and saw two extremely familiar faces.

"Brother Yuheng, Cangyue..."

"You can talk now!"

The two of them were surprised and happy when they heard her speak, almost speaking in unison.

Gu Cangyue was originally afraid that she would be afraid of him, so she deliberately sat farther away. When she heard her calling her, her eyes turned red, and she stepped forward to hold Song Weichen's hand tightly.

"You finally...recognize me?"

"Well, I remembered everything. Cang Yue, I'm sorry, you must have been feeling very uncomfortable these past few days."

Hearing this, Gu Cangyue could no longer restrain herself and hugged the little man on the bed tightly.

"When something happened to you, I felt like I was going crazy."

"I've never been so scared."

Song Weichen patted his back gently as if to comfort him. Who would have thought that the overlord of Wangchuan would be so vulnerable and helpless.
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Zhuang Yuheng was originally sitting very close to Song Weichen, but when he looked at the two people hugging each other tightly in front of him, he felt a sense of loss in his eyes. He silently stood up from the chair on one side and took a few steps back.

That day, apart from the grudge-breakers surrounding Fan Lou, he was the first to arrive at the scene. Both of them were unconscious, wrapped in a spring flag, and both were in poor condition.

He could only bring the people into Fanlou for emergency treatment. At dawn, the two of them were out of danger one after another, and then he took them back to Sikong Mansion.

Perhaps it was because of the episode on the day when the love poison broke out, perhaps it was because of the short time spent lying on the cold pond, perhaps it was because the candied haws on Water Street that night was particularly delicious. This time Song Weichen's incident in the house made Zhuang Yuheng see his own thoughts more clearly - it turned out that People like him will lose their bearings one day.

Originally, because of her amnesia, everything was reshuffled. He even had a glimmer of hope. As long as she was willing, he might as well express his feelings.

But now that Song Weichen has completely recovered his memory, to her, he has returned to the "Brother Yuheng" who was called the same as Ruan Mianmian.

After all, Huang Liang is suddenly awakened by a dream, and melancholy comes to think about it at night.
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After Gu Cangyue reluctantly let go of the little man, Zhuang Yuheng calmed down his emotions and spoke softly, "Weiwei, how are you feeling about your recovery?"

Song Weichen sat up with Gu Cangyue's support. Perhaps because her memory and language skills had returned to normal, she felt much better. Except for the tightness and pain in her chest, there were no other serious problems.

"It's a long story. I've obviously been stabbed." Song Weichen covered his heart and felt it. "But now I just feel a little pain here. There is no wound or bleeding. It's very strange."

"Ting Feng set an injury restriction on you. He took that knife for you and almost died."

Zhuang Yuheng explained in a low voice that this kind of thing should not be hidden from her.

Song Weichen was startled, what is the restriction on injury relocation? Could it be that the injuries on her body were automatically transferred to him? ! This fool! He is the safety shield of the sleeping world and the patron saint of all people. How could he be so careless and risk his life on others? !
Song Weichen's memories before he fell into coma came back, "I remember it was him who saved me."

"He was already seriously injured at that time. He passed out after saving you and he still hasn't woken up yet."

Song Weichen stood up in a hurry, her legs went weak and she almost lost her balance. Gu Cangyue held her tightly.

"Where is he?!"
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Song Weichen gently opened the door of a somewhat unfamiliar guest room in Sikong Mansion. There was a strong smell of medicine in the room - she insisted on seeing him alone. Gu Cangyue felt disappointed, but did not want to interfere with her decision, just along the way. He held him to the door and never took a step forward.

The man who always stood tall and majestic in his memory was lying on the bed with his eyes closed and his lips pale and his face weak. The gauze wrapped around his chest was still faintly stained with blood.

Song Weichen unconsciously covered her chest. The sight of him in front of her made her feel heartbroken.

She gently sat on the edge of the bed and unconsciously held his hand. In her memory, she seemed to have never taken the initiative to hold his hand.

For the first time, Song Weichen noticed that his hands were beautiful. His nails were neatly trimmed, his palms were dry and warm, his hands were wide and his fingers were slender. Her hand looked small when placed in it, making her feel safe.

Unfortunately, there was no response from his hand, and Song Weichen unconsciously held it tighter, as if she was afraid that he would leave her alone.
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Seeing that his lips were a little dry, and seeing some gauze and cotton balls for bandaging his wounds on the table, he went to get a small ball of cotton, poured a cup of warm water, moistened the cotton and moistened his lips.

Suddenly she remembered that time in Wuqingju when he suddenly suffered from an old illness and vomited blood. He was unable to swallow medicine on his own. In desperation, she could only hold his lower jaw with her hands to cross the water mouth to mouth.

Song Weichen blushed unconsciously. Thinking about it, she liked him a little at that time, right? His mind is unclear, but his body is very sincere, otherwise how could he save a man in that way.

But if it were another person, even if it was Ding Heran whom he knew very well, ask yourself, could she still be able to do this? No, absolutely impossible.
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"Song Weichen, I like you."

The image of his serious confession that day came to mind, but he was so sincere that she laughed him off. Was it because she didn't understand the charm? No, she didn't dare to face it.

I don’t know how I will face Gu Cangyue if I understand this style.

She doesn't even know how to face herself if she understands this style.

Does she really like him just because of Sang Pu's memory?
Or is it that Sang Pu's memory is just an excuse? It's because she has no idea and is hesitant between the two men.

The world is safe and sound, and I will not let you down.

What did Mo Tingfeng say? From Qin Dynasty to Chu Dynasty, I had to go to Long to look at Shu.

Yes, he's right.

Due to her memory loss a few days ago, she even had some unclear feelings for Zhuang Yuheng. Song Weichen sighed, and sure enough, the clown was herself. They were both very good, very good.

She is the "bad woman".
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Song Weichen was in a state of confusion, but still couldn't help but reach out and touch his face.

She has strong brow bones, a high bridge of nose, and her lips are just the right thickness, making her look kissable. A "bad woman" has no sense at all.

If it was normal, if she "touched" her like this, he would have turned on the defensive. But now, he didn't react at all. Song Weichen's eyes turned red unconsciously. This fool, for a "bad woman" like her, he would take his fate as his life. The protection is simply not worth it.

The room was extremely quiet, so quiet that one could almost hear the sound of the soothing incense rising from the incense burner.

She stared at the wound on his chest for a long time. When she touched his face, she felt that his body temperature was a bit cold. Song Weichen felt a little flustered for no reason.

She subconsciously leaned closer to his mouth and nose and listened, but it seemed that he was not breathing. Her eyes flashed, and she quickly stretched out her hand to detect his breath. She looked carefully and carefully, but she still could barely recognize the feeling of breathing.

Song Weichen couldn't help but shiver a little, and leaned down to get close to his heart, carefully getting close enough and careful not to press on his wound.

She wanted to hear if he still had a heartbeat.
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Without warning, Mo Tingfeng raised his hands and gently held Song Weichen, who was leaning against his heart, in his arms.

Because of this movement, her body pressed against his chest uncontrollably.

Song Weichen was horrified and quickly tried to get up, "Idiot, what are you doing? You're pressing on the wound!"

"do not move."

"Let me hold you for a while."