Yang Shu Mei Ying

The spring was cool, and Chu Feiyang's discomfort eased a lot. Chu Feiyang dived into the water a few times, raised his head, shook the water, and slowly walked towards the rock on the shore. Find a place to sit down, take your luck, and look no further.

This medicine is indeed strong, and it is like a tiger. Even if Chu Feiyang is immersed in water, he still has a fine sweat on his forehead.

In front of his eyes, he started to blame, suddenly, like smoke and fog, Chu Feiyang frantically shuttled in a void. A figure appeared faintly in front of him.

"Who" Chu Feiyang sighed and flew over, but no matter how fast he moved, the figure was always ahead, and the shadow was awesome.

Chu Feiyang's heart was even more irritable, and he yelled so loudly that his internal force flew away, but slammed into the seemingly stagnant figure.

Chu Feiyang clasped the man's veins with his backhand, and several turned to stabilize his body. When he saw the man, he was surprised: "Jun Shuying! Why are you here?"

Jun Shuying looked at him silently, without saying a word.

Chu Feiyang recalled the strangeness of his body, and quickly let go of Jun Shuying, correcting his look: "This is the realm of Qingfeng Sword School. You have lost all your martial arts, so it is best not to run around."

Jun Shuying didn't answer, still looked at him quietly.

Chu Feiyang began to feel wrong. When did Jun Shuying see him not like the enemy of eight hundred lives? How often was he so quiet!

With a dull mind, Chu Feiyang snorted and suppressed hard. He frowned, and said to the quietly standing Jun Shu: "You go now!"

Jun Shuying was still unresponsive, and he was not surprised.

"You're stupid, get out of here!" Chu Feiyang shouted impatiently, unbearably.

"Don't you leave?" Facing Jun Shuying who still did not respond, Chu Feiyang held his hand, panting, "Don't blame me if you don't leave ..."

Jun Shuying reached out and allowed him to pull, Chu Feiyang's already confused head began to understand, probably. . . It's just a dream. I want the real King Shuying to obey him like this unless dreaming.

Sure enough it was a dream. Ugh. . .

Since it is a dream-Chu Feiyang pulls Jun Shuying, hugs it in his arms, and clenches his teeth: "I Chu Feiyang Yingming I, why should I plant it on you! Not willing ...

Chu Feiyang opened her eyes and looked into those eyes that were too close together, still quiet.