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Chapter 310 Lost, Does It Mean Long Beijue (3)

"Yi'an, come back." Long Beijue said.

Long Yi'an let out an oh, and backed away again.

Feng Heng smoothed things over, "Since this is the case, the misunderstanding will be resolved. If Miss Qiao needs a witness, just ask Wuze to help."

For his sake, and because there was no loss, Qiao Luo didn't intend to keep holding on to this matter.

She followed his words and nodded slightly.

Feng Heng stood up and said with a smile, "It's getting late, then we won't bother you."

As long as the matter is resolved satisfactorily, fortunately, the peace of the two families has not been hurt.

Mrs. Long smiled and nodded, "Come over for tea when you have time."

"must."

Long Beijue and Qiao Luo got up at the same time, and sent Feng Heng and his son out.

Walking to the courtyard, Feng Heng paused, looked sideways at Qiao Luo, and said in a gentle and authentic tone, "Miss Qiao, is it convenient for us to have a chat alone?"

After the words fell, two eyes swept towards Qiao Luo at the same time.

Feng Wuze showed astonishment, and turned to look at his father, wondering from the bottom of his heart.

Could it be that his father also saw that Qiao Luo was different from ordinary people?
Qiao Luo nodded lightly, and Feng Wuze started to follow her.

The two walked aside, leaving Long Beijue and Feng Wuze standing in place.

The four eyes are facing each other, and they all look at each other disliked.

"Long Beijue, don't think you can always have the upper hand." Feng Wuze raised his chin slightly, his tone full of arrogance, "I'm very interested in Qiao Luo, and I won't give up so easily."

"There are a lot of coffins in Xiyun Pavilion, do you want me to send you one?"

Feng Wuze cut his head, turned his head and ignored him.

Over there, Qiao Luo stopped and met Feng Heng's probing eyes openly.

She said, "Old Patriarch Feng can speak directly if he has something to say."

"You're with Bei Jue, just call me Uncle Feng along with him, don't be so polite, the old Patriarch Feng sounds weird." Feng Heng stroked his beard and said with a smile.

Qiao Luo nodded and changed his tune, "What Uncle Feng wants to say, you might as well just say it."

"Bei Jue is the only person I can't see through. I didn't expect you to be added now." The smile on Feng Heng's face became meaningful.

Although they are all destined to be rich and powerful, they can't calculate the future, and even the horoscope is probably vague, and even divination can't figure out why.

"However, you are harder to see through than Beijue, and..."

In the middle of speaking, he suddenly became hesitant to speak, wondering whether he should speak.

Qiao Luo said, "Uncle Feng, it's okay to say."

"Qiao Luo, you have too much hostility, or it should be said that your heart is enveloped by killing." Feng Heng lowered his voice.

"and……"

For some reason, he suddenly fell silent again.

Qiao Luo's face remained the same, but his heart stirred up waves, "And what?"

"Forget it, the heavenly secret must not be leaked." Feng Heng sighed, "You just have to remember that if you lose something, you will gain something, but how long you can keep it depends on your own good luck."

Qiao Luo's eyes trembled slightly, and his heart sank suddenly.

Did he see that she was born again?
Does the thing gained refer to her regained life or to the Lord?

"Cherish everything you have now, even if you lose it in the future, it can only be said that God's will cannot be violated." Feng Heng said sincerely.

Qiao Luo's hands hanging by his side clenched into fists, and he looked at Long Beijue, "Lost, do you mean him?"

Following her gaze, Long Beijue's figure came into his eyes.

Feng Heng never talked about it, but said, "The secret must not be leaked, then I will take my leave."

Qiao Luo's legs were stuck in place, because of his words, his heart was in a mess.

In the past, she might not care at all, because she has nothing to lose, even if she becomes a wandering soul, she doesn't care.

But it's different now. She has someone she cares about, who is as important as her life. If she loses it one day in the future, she can't imagine the consequences.

"Qiao Luo, let's go first, see you tomorrow." Feng Wuze's hearty voice came.

Qiao Luo's eyes were empty, and there was only the whistling wind in his ears.

Looking at Huafenghuang waving his paws, Long Beijue resisted the urge to punch him, and reached out to pat him on the shoulder.

He suppressed his voice so that only the two of them could hear, "Get out of here."

With too much hand strength, Feng Wuze felt numb from his shoulders and even his entire arms.

He glared at Long Beijue angrily. If he couldn't beat him, he would have wanted to fight right away.

Just as he was about to speak, the person beside him suddenly twisted his ears, "What are you still doing in a daze, let's go."

"Dad, be gentle, your ears are about to fall off." Feng Wuze was forced to bend down, and hurriedly followed his footsteps.

Feng Heng snorted softly, "You deserve it, anyway, you kept your ears, and you didn't listen to my words."

The father and son left arguing, and Qiao Luo didn't respond the whole time.

Until Long Beijue walked in front of her, she still didn't react.

Long Beijue reached out to embrace her, and covered her head with his big hand, "What's wrong, your face is so pale?"

Qiao Luo said nothing, and plunged into his arms.

Wrapping her slender arms around his waist, she lowered her head into his chest, "Jeez."

Her sudden action stunned Long Beijue.

He frowned, sensing her uneasiness, "What's wrong?"

"Did Uncle Feng tell you something just now?"

You were fine just now, why are you in a trance all of a sudden?

Qiao Luo didn't say a word, just burrowed into his arms, and the hands around his waist couldn't help tightening.

(End of this chapter)