90 Life and death uncertain

When saying this, Xiao Fengchuan's eyes flashed with an intoxicating light like spring water under the sun.

"You... If you have to tell me unconditionally, I will listen." Yao Ling blushed unconsciously.

"Of course." Xiao Fengchuan smiled and put his lips to Yao Ling's ear. "When I first saw you in Rain Lane, I knew that you were the strongest - the best."

You are the best.

When Yao Ling blushed and was at a loss, Xiao Fengchuan's smile had quietly left her ear.

In the dusk of spring when the evening breeze blows gently and the sunset glows, how can I not misinterpret this sentence: When I first saw you, I thought you were the best.

From the time I heard this, Yao Ling has silently decided that it is you who make me believe that I am good, and I am willing to be better for you.

Be more confident, not discouraged, and try to face all difficulties. Just for your encouragement and your affirmation.

Yao Ling suddenly opened his eyes. The sun was dazzling, and she had to raise the back of her hand to cover it. I don't know how long she has been addicted to the past, and the sun has made her whole body hot.

It's not over yet!

Isn't she the strongest? Since it is the strongest, you have to show the strongest appearance. How can you give up easily!

She got up with her hands and feet. The weak magic array was about to disappear. She looked up at the sky and let the sun break through the clouds--

"Xiao Fengchuan!"

She shouted to the sky with all her strength, as if he could really hear it.

"Xiao Fengchuan!"

"Xiao Fengchuan! Xiao Fengchuan! Xiao Fengchuan..."

She shouted and shouted until her voice could no longer make a sound. She lowered her trumpet-shaped hands and gasped.

You told me that your efforts are the most important and don't rely on others... So, as long as I work hard enough, I can see you again!

"Xiao..."

Yao Ling suddenly couldn't hear his own voice. The huge wind above her head raised, she lowered her body, and her white skirt was blown like a wave. It seems that something huge is flying this way.

Yuanling looked up. A blue cold flame broke through the layers of clouds and fog, and the meteorite wind galloped forward.

This is!

The ice-blue antlers, burning with the fur of the blue cold flame, walk in the wind, with eyes like blazing electricity - it is a monster deer!

Yao Ling quickly saw the man riding the deer. The moment he saw his face clearly, he had already stretched out his hand to her.

It's really him.

It's really him!

Really, it's him...

It was not until her hand was held together with him that clear tears flowed in her confused eyes.

His smile was full of pity and joy.

His Linjiang fairy clothes are stained with the smell of killing, wind and clouds, and the smell of running non-stop.

He held Yao Ling tightly as if he had been lost and recovered, afraid that she would suddenly disappear from his eyes.

The moment when Yao Ling was pulled on the deer's back by Fengchuan, the magic array that originally supported her broke into crystal powder and passed away with the wind.

She let Fengchuan be domineering and crush her in her arms. She let her whole heart indulge in his boundless warmth.

"You're fine. That's great."

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Morning.

A quiet day in Wufu begins as usual. Wumei put the last snack on the table and stood aside to wait.

Four people sit around the table. Xia Gulin stared at the empty plate in front of him, frowning as if he was thinking about something; the Qingyu case held the bowl, as if the hot porridge was not for drinking, but for covering his hands; Yan Qingdu suddenly stared at the Qingyu case, and suddenly his eyes wandered and didn't know where to go.

No one moved their chopsticks.

Wu Lingchun coughed gently: "Wumei, go and call Fengchuan for breakfast."

"Rosemei has gone to call several times... Fengchuan stayed by the bedside of Yaoling and refused to leave."

Wumei's words made the atmosphere of the restaurant more quiet. It's so quiet that it's uncomfortable.

Wu Lingchun couldn't do it, so he held the bowl first. The soup was scooped up and put into the mouth - it tasted a little strange. It's not strange, I'm not used to it. Fengchuan hasn't been in the kitchen for five days. The meals these days are all made by fireworks.

"The fourth brother is already trying to figure out something about the distant spirit. If he doesn't eat or drink, will Yaoling wake up? Wulingchun put the bowl and no longer had the heart to eat a second bite.

However, the eldest brother is still sitting there, and it is not convenient for him to leave the seat first.

Now, you can't even hear the occasional collision of bowls and chopsticks on the table. Wumei saw the bowl of the green jade case, and the food was also unmoved. She couldn't help leaning forward, bent down and whispered in the ear of the Qingyu case:

"Qingyu girl, you'd better eat some. Your body has just recovered, and you are always consumed like everyone else. How can you stand it..."

As she spoke, she reached out and touched the wall of the bowl. It was already warm. She hurriedly withdrew and filled the bowl hot again.

The Qingyu case pinched the soup and stirred it in the soup.

It's strange to say. Xia Gulin and Wu Lingchun are sure that the soul power consumed by Yao Ling and Qingyu Case when sealing the Dead Spirit Mountain is equal. They can rotate after three days of recuperation. Although they can't use their soul power in a month, it should be no problem to walk and eat like normal people.

But now, the Qingyu case has recovered brilliantly, but the distant spirit... there is no sign of waking up.

Nan Gezi has begun to find a way back to the Bi Window Mengju library. There may not be as much in that library as there is in his mind.

A rapid footsteps sounded in the corridor outside the door. For a moment, everyone in the restaurant turned their heads and looked out of the door.

The Qingyu case has stood up.

It was the little maid with silver. She ran out of breath and held the door frame for a long time before raising her head. She was so shocked that she forgot to continue to gasp. Because the eyes that everyone looked at her were too heavy, too hopeful and too eager.

"Uh-huh..." She didn't expect that she would be so eye-catching. Everyone's eyes gathered on her, and she was very uncomfortable.

"What's the matter?" Xia Gulin asked her calmly. But his eyes are clearly more concerned than others.

"This... Mr. Xia, Ju Moren sent a letter to thank Mr. Bai Xuan and Mr. Xiao for subduing the monster deer..."

Wen Yin said, pulling out a wrinkled letter from his arms. Everyone's eyes were all gray at the moment she pulled out the letter. It's time to lower your head, and it's time to sit down.

Xia Gulin calmed down: "I know." Then he stretched out his hand and received the letter, but he didn't read it immediately.

"You go down first. If you see Ying Taiping fighting with the deer later, you don't have to report it.

Yin Nuonuo retreated.

Wumei saw that everyone was sitting as they were, and expected that this breakfast was the same as the previous few meals, and it was removed intact.

Everyone knows that staying like this can't solve any problems or help Yao Ling, but... they are not in the mood to still do their own things.

Have a breakfast until near noon. Umei wants to go to the kitchen to tell the fireworks, and she doesn't have to make lunch. Xia Gulin was not here, and both Qingyu and Yan Qing said they didn't want to eat. As for Wu Lingchun, his friends in the business invited him to the banquet, but he couldn't get rid of it, so he had to go.

The fireworks are busy with their heads buried in the kitchen. Shouldn't she also be worried about the safety of the distant spirit? Or does she just want to try her best to prepare the food and wait for Yao Ling to wake up?

That's how Wumei let her go. After noon, the loom in the Qingyu room rang again. Nan Gezi told her to have a good rest, but she said that she was bored and spent most of the day on the loom.

What she is doing now is Shoutao pattern makeup yarn. Wumei has never seen her make this kind of longevity peach pattern, not to mention that no one lives now.

Wumei held the door frame and stopped at the door. After much hesitation, she still knocked on the door frame.

"Sister Wumei...what's the matter?" Qingyu stood up and reluctantly smiled.

"I have something to do." Wumei stepped into the threshold, came over and took the hand of the Qingyu case and sat down in front of the loom. She said annoidly, "I'm afraid you won't listen to me what I'm going to say next."

The Qingyu case was sorry and smiled: "I also know that I should have a good rest... But looking at Yao Ling like this, how can I not be anxious? If you don't do anything, you can only wait for the sunrise and sunset every day, which is even more difficult.

Wumei patted the hand of the Qingyu case: "All of us have the same heart as Qing'er. It's just... Except for Yao Ling, everyone is also worried about Qinger. Especially Mr. Xia, and our son. The two of them don't want to see Qinger hurt even a little. I hope Qinger will at least take good care of yourself for the two of them.

Listening to Wumei's words, the Qingyu case blushed, and Wumei didn't know how she could suddenly say what she had repeated several times in her heart at this moment.

Actually...this is her heart. No matter who Wu Lingchun wants to kill or protect, she will only support his decision.

In this way... I don't have my own opinion at all. It seems a little strange.

"Thank you, Sister Wumei. I will." Qingyu nodded, exhaled, clenched Wumei's hand and said, "Sister Wumei, this material is almost finished. Shall we finish it together?"

"After it's done, shall we give it to Yao Ling to celebrate her rebirth?" Wumei blinked at the Qingyu case.

"Hmm." The Qingyu case nodded, and finally there was a trace of happiness on his spiritless face. The two women cooperated tacitly on the loom and got busy.

Yaoling will definitely get better soon. Everyone believes it.

The two of them were busy until the evening and were in high spirits, but the Qingyu case found that the silk thread was not enough. Despite Wumei's dissuasion, she insisted on going back to Zhujin Building to pick it up, and only rushed back before dark.

The Qingyu case walked to the gate of the Jin Building. As soon as her hand went to touch the door ring, she noticed a strange breath.

There seems to be someone...

She followed the breath and looked across from the brocade building. With a bang, a black shadow jumped off the roof. The sound of landing is very sharp, but the posture is too lazy.

The man leaned his arms against the wall as if he was deliberately waiting here. Two hazy sleepy eyes had to sweep the Qingyu case intentionally or unintentionally.

The Qingyu case knew that he was not waiting for her. He slept here every day for many days. This is the first time I've seen him wake up. During this period... I rarely met him in Wufu.

The Qingyu case nodded to him first. Where is Chu Yunshen? He blinked in a blink, as if he didn't know how to express it.

It's just a greeting. Chu Yun shrugged his shoulders and left immediately. After sleeping, he was busy looking for another place to sleep.

Wait...this breath...seems like...

"Wait a minute."

The Qingyu case caught up and stopped Chu Yunshen: "Can you enter the house for a chat? I have something to ask you..."

Chu Yunshen was still energetic and nodded. Compared with repeatedly ignoring and rejecting Yaoling, his attitude towards the Qingyu case is unexpectedly polite and refreshing.

This is because...

Forget it, don't explain the reason. The distant spirits in a coma will wake up from their dreams.

Enter the hall. Sit down. Look at the tea. Chu Yunshen sleeps outside the embroidery village every day, but he has never come in to see it. The hall is exquisitely decorated, and the boudoir must be even better. The Bogu shelf is full of rare antiques. Chu Yunshen doesn't understand the specific name, but the eight-treasure white jade rabbit with Ganoderma lucidum appears here - very interesting.

"What's the matter?" Chu Yunshen's fingers beat on the coffee table, as if his spirit was wandering out of the sky.

"..." The Qingyu case seemed to sigh gently before saying, "In the Dead Mountain, thank you."

What? Now Chu Yunshen feels funny again. He frowned and said, "Dead Mountain? What?"