Yang Shu Mei Ying

Jun Shuying walked in front of Chu Feiyang's door and pushed in with a big hand. Chu Feiyang was still sitting there, raising his eyes and looking out the door.

"Who!" Chu Feiyang's voice with some vigilance, reached out and held the sword beside him.

Jun Shuying walked in slowly, staring at Chu Feiyang's face and looking carefully. "It's me, Chu Feiyang." He slowly moved back as he walked back, and his voice had a gloat-like smile that couldn't be masked.

Chu Feiyang put down his sword and looked at him and said, "What are you doing back?"

"I'm coming ... Look at you." Jun Shuying walked to Chu Feiyang, stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his eyes. Chu Feiyang sighed helplessly and raised his hand to grab his wrist. Jun Shuying was taken aback and hurriedly retracted his hand.

"No need to test it," Chu Feiyang said, "I can't see it."

Chu Feiyang admitted so plainly that Jun Shuying was stunned. He then returned to God and laughed gloatily. He reached out and shook again and again in front of Chu Feiyang: "I really can't see it at all! I can't see it at all!"

"Well. I can still see some shadows at first, but now I can't see it at all, only it's completely dark." Chu Feiyang nodded and replied.

Jun Shuying sighed with satisfaction, and said, "Then you are blind, I always knew that high-level is very domineering. But I didn't expect to know the medicine and I can't restrain it. I don't know if I will be blind all my life ..."

"If you shake your paw before my eyes, I will chop it down. I can do it, you know best." Chu Feiyang said flatly, but with irresistible anger. Jun Shu closed his hands in a shadow, and turned to sit on the chair beside Chu Feiyang.

Chu Feiyang felt that he had sighed more since he met Jun Shuying than in his whole life. He turned his face to the direction of Jun Shuying, no longer trying to pretend to see, his eyes lost his energy, like a gray hollow. "Jun Shuying, I really want to know what your heart does. Why is it always so heartless and lungless."

"What! You still expect me to be grateful! Don't forget Chu Feiyang, you have always treated me like a prisoner. You think I'm rare and your self-righteous care," Jun Shu sneered dismissively. Chu Feiyang didn't respond, just looked at his direction with his disgraceful eyes. Although he knew he couldn't see it, Jun Shuying touched his nose uncomfortably: "You are really blind!"

"You!" Chu Feiyang felt angry that he was powerless, and sighed, "I'm blind, and I'm actually such a **** for you. I've lived to Chu Feiyang for the first time and feel stupid. Listen, now In the beginning, you obediently to me. If you dare to mess with me, I will really lock you in the room until I watch you **** and give birth to the baby. Aside! "

Chu Feiyang shook her fist, and waited for a response. There was only aggravated breathing in the ears. "You didn't answer me when I heard it!" He growled impatiently.

"Tiger falls in Pingyang. Chu Feiyang, I will undo this sooner or later!" Jun Shuying said resentfully.

"Very good." Chu Feiyang nodded with satisfaction. "Now, get back to your room. Don't bother me again until I find you."

"You-" Jun Shuying patted the table and stood up, but found that Chu Feiyang's sword had been half-sheathed across his chest, and the sharp blade flickered with cold light.

Jun Shuying glanced at the sword, and looked at Chu Feiyang again, humming, and went out. After the roar of the door leaves colliding, the room finally returned to quietness. Chu Feiyang put away his sword, relieved, closed his eyes fiercely, and then opened it again. He stared blankly for a week, splitting the wooden table around him with one palm.