The first female national teacher of waste material counterattack

Chapter 154

The beads in his mouth were clenched tightly by his teeth, and his long arms moved vigorously. Seeing that the light above his head became more and more bright, Situ Qingshen "thumped", hugged Feng Qingcheng, and spun around The body quickly landed on the grass.

　
　
Situ Qingshen laid Feng Qingcheng's body flat, put his big hand on the girl's white and tender wrist, his brows were full of thoughts that couldn't be separated.

　
　
He thought for a while, then withdrew his hand, put one hand on the girl's chest, put the other on it, and squeezed it lightly a few times.

　
　
Then he bent down and breathed for Feng Qingcheng.

　
　
"cough cough cough cough"

　
　
　"puff--"

　
　
Feng Qingcheng coughed a few times, then spit out the lake water she drank when she was drowning.

　
　
The slender eyelashes fluttered a few times, and slowly opened. The girl stared at the handsome face in front of her, and finally took a weak breath: "Situ Qingshen, I won't let you go even if I become a ghost after I die." .”

　
　
Situ Qingshen: "."

　
　
As soon as she finished speaking, Feng Qingcheng closed her eyes with peace of mind, her head tilted softly, her complexion was pale, and the color of her lips faded. If it weren't for her slightly heaving chest, anyone would regard her as a dead person.

　
　
Situ Qingshen stroked his forehead helplessly, slightly curled his index finger with distinct phalanges, and lightly stroked across the bridge of the girl's pretty and exquisite nose, not caring about the cold touch.

　
　
The handsome face was no longer as cold as usual, but rather helpless. He hugged the girl's limp body in his arms, and the man snapped his fingers, and a resounding eagle cry resounded through the sky.

　
　
Situ Qing hugged Feng Qingcheng deeply, and rode on Hei Li's body. He freed a hand and patted Hei Li's plump head. Fly in the direction of the Wind Dance Academy.

　
　
　
　
　Moxuan Pavilion——

　
　
Still dressed in an antique style, on the big bed lay a wet girl.

　
　
Sitting beside the bed was a handsome man who was also wet all over.

　
　
Situ Qingshen took Feng Qingcheng's pulse, his face was gloomy, his thin lips were lightly pursed, his starry eyes were obscure, and he looked like he was about to eat people.

　
　
He sighed faintly, withdrew his big hand to feel his pulse, and looked at Feng Qingcheng with complicated eyes.

　
　
His slender fingers tapped lightly on the table next to the bed. Situ Qing thought deeply, and hugged Feng Qingcheng who was lying on the bed back into his arms. His eyes touched her soaked clothes, his eyes darkened, and he stretched out Big hand, silver light floating in his palm.

　
　
After a while, when the entire palm was covered by silver light, the man moved his big hand lightly to hold the girl's cold little hand tightly, and the silver light gradually surrounded the girl's petite body along his palm.

　
　
When Situ Qingshen felt the little hand he was holding gradually warm, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and his eyebrows and eyes softened a little.

　
　
Letting go of Feng Qingcheng's white and tender little hand, Situ Qing's two thin lips moved, his palms merged and then opened again, forming a strong air current.

　
　
He flipped his wrist, and the powerful airflow changed from fierce at the beginning to soft now as he fiddled with it.

　
　
A faint silver light enveloped this airflow, Situ Qingshen moved his big hand, and this silver airflow turned into a big silver ball.

　
　
Situ Qingshen led the silver ball in his hand to Feng Qingcheng's body,
(End of this chapter)