Love in Xuancheng

"Don't --!"

Shen Xingyue howled. A pair of dark and smart Phoenix eyes were suddenly replaced by purplish red. The light cyan blood vessels on the forehead jumped through the white, tender and thin skin.

Regardless, she gathered her spiritual power and slapped her back. Only then could she stop her body from retreating rapidly. Before she could stabilize her body, she ran forward again.

Feng moye frowned and was about to stop her, but he heard the sound of a sharp sword breaking the air behind him. When he turned his head, he found that yanqingzi covered his chest with one hand and a sword in his hand. His body swayed like a broken kite.

Feng moye hurriedly stepped forward and caught his paralyzed body.

"Martial uncle --!" Ge Shu covered his chest and looked at the tottering yanqingzi, his eyes and canthus were about to crack, and he exhaled in pain.

"Master -- Master --"

Shen Xingyue rushed over and grabbed yanqingzi from Feng moye. "Master - you can't leave yu'er alone! Promise me, talk, don't look at yu'er like that. Yu'er is afraid! Master - yu'er is afraid --"

Since coming to Youji, Shen Xingyue claimed to be Yuer for the first time and admitted that she was muxiyu for the first time.

The blood from the corner of yanqingzi's mouth slowly overflowed. Shen Xingyue stretched out her hand and tried to wipe it for him. However, her hands shook uncontrollably and wiped the bright red and dazzling blood all over yanqingzi's chin.

"Master, yu'er still has a lot to ask you, and there are many things to ask you to teach. Also, you haven't seen my nianer. He looks better than me. He's very cute. His eyes are like me, but slightly longer than mine. His nose..."

"Yu'er -" yanqingzi interrupted her. He had no time. He had to say something.

"Yu'er -" Yan Qingzi's voice was empty and weak. He gasped for a few breath and called again.

Shen Xingyue burst into tears and suddenly looked up at Feng moye on his side. "Please, save my master, save him! Save him! Please!!"

Yanqingzi slowly raised his hand and stroked the small face full of tears. "Good feather, listen to the master, don't do this, the master is distressed!"

Feng moye stood quietly, did not speak, and was indifferent to her plea.

How could he bear to see her so sad? How could he bear to tell her that there was nothing he could do? There are times when he can't do anything, and there are things he can't do! Not as omnipotent as she thought!

"Don't embarrass him. He can't save master!"

Yanqingzi chuckled and gently wiped the tears on Shen Xingyue's face with his thumb. His eyes slowly turned to Feng moye, "please leave for a moment, your highness Shang. I have something to tell my disciple."

Feng moye nodded slightly, turned and left.

Ge Shu stood up with his chest swaying, and silently walked away with the wind moye.

At this time, there were only their teachers and disciples here. The thunder and lightning had stopped. The dark clouds on his head had long disappeared. The sun dispelled the perennial fog in Zhong Yuan and revealed Zhong Yuan's original face.

"Master, I'll take you to a place." Shen Xingyue said, reaching out to take out the small stone pavilion, restored it, and helped yanqingzi into it.

"Where is this?" yanqingzi raised his eyes and scanned around, asking curiously.

How could he know that this is a space? Just wondering why she brought him here.

Before Shen Xingyue could answer, she heard someone shouting, "Lord!"