A Thousand Faces of Grace

Chapter 437: A Mirage Becomes a Disaster 1
When the mania in her body broke out, it shook her heart and made her recover in time. When the voice sounded, she seemed to see Yang Jingfeng, but at that time, she thought it was her hallucination. Now that she thinks about it, that voice came from Yang Jingfeng.

And these days, she always felt that Yang Jingfeng seemed to be by her side, but she couldn't find him, couldn't see him.

Why Yang Jingfeng was able to do this, she didn't know, but since he didn't want to say it, Xiao Muli didn't want to force it, some things couldn't be returned with the same feelings, so he could only keep them in his heart.

As long as she knows, there is no need to expose it.

At this moment, Xiao Muli's stomach groaned in protest again, and she didn't feel embarrassed, she said straightforwardly: "When I was unconscious, I smelled a strong fragrance, and I was so greedy that I didn't want to continue to sleep. , What on earth is so fragrant, you can't hide it, take it out for me quickly."

Yang Jingfeng smiled and said: "It was made for you, if you don't wake up, then you can only take advantage of me."

Seeing that Xiao Muli didn't ask any further questions, Yang Jingfeng breathed a sigh of relief. Hearing the tone of her words just now, he knew that her body was fine.

The bowl made of stone contained some wild vegetable and mushroom soup, and handed it to Xiao Muli.

"It smells so good!" Xiao Muli closed his eyes and smelled it, and exclaimed sincerely.

Although this soup does not have any condiments except salt, it does not affect its smell at all.

The water used to make the soup is sweet and clear, and the wild vegetables and mushrooms are very fresh. This is an authentic delicacy.

Xiao Muli was full of praise, and continued to eat sashimi for several days. At this moment, he felt his index finger move, and drank three bowls in a row, but he still felt that it was not enough.

Yang Jingfeng sat aside, watching her drink the soup he cooked, and felt a sense of warmth and happiness in his heart.

It would be nice if it could go on like this forever!

Yang Jingfeng sighed softly, but he was so immersed in his own happiness that he completely forgot his promise to the mirage beast.

"Ouch..."

At this moment, the mirage beast let out a monstrous cry, startling Xiao Muli who was hiccupping.

Yang Jingfeng was disturbed by the mirage beast, and immediately woke up from his own world, his brows frowned, a little impatient in his heart, and he looked at the mirage beast with stern eyes, only to see that the mirage beast had turned into a human form, squatting on the ground. Beside Ming Aohuai, bursts of mournful sobs came from his mouth.

Two lines of clear tears kept flowing from her eyes, and soon the ground in front of her was covered with water stains.

And Ming Aohuai was still in a coma, but blood gushed out from his mouth from time to time, this blood was also mixed with internal organ fragments, the vitality of his body faded at an extremely fast speed, and he was on the verge of dying.

Yang Jingfeng was startled when he saw this, and he couldn't help feeling a little apologetic.

He only cared about being immersed in the world where there were only him and Xiao Muli, indeed, he forgot about Ming Aohuai.

Sensing his gaze, the mirage beast trembled, turned to face Yang Jingfeng, remained silent, but knelt down, and kowtowed to Yang Jingfeng.

The sound of dong dong was endless, and Yang Jingfeng's heart couldn't help but tremble when he heard it.

The mirage beast knocked very hard, afraid that Yang Jingfeng would not help her.

This small island is hard, almost entirely composed of stones, and the mirage beast has not used its internal force to resist. After knocking three times, her forehead was bloody and bloody, and the blood flowed silently with tears. Eyes, looking at Yang Jingfeng expectantly.

At this moment, she humbled herself into the dust, just to get him, a glimmer of life.

(End of this chapter)