Chapter 158 The Sprodued Love

Yes, what appeared in front of Lu Yixiang was Qinglin, who was sweating all over, and the tomb Yunfeng, who was still unconscious on his back.

As soon as Qinglin landed, he threw Tomb Yunfeng to the ground. At the same time, he also shrank sharply and became the size of a kitten. His eyes were a little gray. He walked to Tomb Yunfeng step by step, and then curled up in Tomb Yunfeng's arms and fell asleep. Continuous high-intensity flight, even Qinglin, is a little unstable.

Lu Yixiang stared at the sleeping man and the beast in front of her. For a moment, she couldn't figure out whether she was in reality.

"Is this, am I dreaming?" Lu Yixiang thought of this and pinched his arm fiercely...

Ah!

A scream came out, which made the trunk around her tremble slightly. "It hurts me so much. It turns out that I didn't dream! However, how could Tomb Yunfeng, an asshole, appear here? Lu Yixiang blushed and heartbeat when she thought of what she had just said, and she couldn't take care of herself.

"He certainly didn't hear it. I won't say the word 'convinced' to him. Oh, it seems that God is going to punish you, you bastard! It actually made you fall into my hands. Tomb Yunfeng, you bastard, let you often use my tricks today. A cunning smile appeared on Lu Yixiang's charming face, and then she tiptoed to the tomb Yunfeng. She was still afraid that the tomb Yunfeng was pretending to be dead.

"Huh! If you pretend to be dead, let me make you look good. Lu Yixiang was more careful when she thought of this possibility.

Woo-hoo...

Just as Lu Yixiang was about to walk to Tomb Yunfeng, Qinglin's snoring sounded, which scared Lu Yixiang and jumped back. Then, she rolled her eyes, pouted her little mouth and scolded the little beast.

This time, Lu Yixiang was sure that Tomb Yunfeng was definitely not pretending to be asleep. With a ferocious smile, Lu Yixiang walked towards Tomb Yunfeng step by step. At the same time, she is also ready to retreat at any time to prevent the detection of Tomb Yunfeng.

Finally, a few steps away, Lu Yixiang actually walked nearly ten breaths. Pressing his sound to the lowest, Lu Yixiang could even hear his heartbeat. Slowly leaning down to go, Lu Yixiang wrinkled her nose, and her delicate face slowly came down.

"Wow... I really slept so much! Humph! Judging from your appearance, you should have been in a coma, otherwise, it can't be like this. Lu Yixiang was not stupid. In an instant, he judged the state of the tomb Yunfeng, and it was inseparable.

Relacent, Lu Yixiang slowly squatted down, leaned over, and looked at Tomb Yunfeng's sleeping face.

The sound of even breathing came faintly. Tomb Yunfeng's even breathing drove a trace of breeze through the tip of Lu Yixiang's pen, and a faint feeling of itching passed into Lu Yixiang's heart.

"This bastard, he even dares to break into the Forbidden Land for him. Although, although I got lost as soon as I came in. But you can't be so comfortable. Humph!" When Lu Yixiang saw the serene face of the sleeping tomb Yunfeng, he suddenly felt a little angry and secretly annoyed.

"However, this bastard is quite cute when he falls asleep!" Lu Yixiang got closer.

Tomb Yunfeng fell into a deep sleep. The angular face was full of a beautiful scholarly angry, and the slightly upturned corners of his mouth showed how comfortable he was at this time. Wrinkle the strong nose from time to time is really cute. Of course, maybe only Lu Yixiang will comment on Tomb Yunfeng like this.

Among the young women who have seen Tomb Yunfeng, Yang Feier only has a sense of respect and dependence on Tomb Yunfeng. Hua Ning is admiring and value Tomb Yunfeng, and Hua Qing is hatred for Tomb Yunfeng. Probably, only this Lu Yixiang loves and hates Tomb Yunfeng, and now adds a lovely comment.

"Hmm! Today, you bastard fell into my hands, don't blame me for doing whatever you want. Gee..." Lu Yixiang blinked her eyes and said to herself. Speaking of the back, even she couldn't help laughing proudly.

At this moment, Tomb Yunfeng suddenly frowned and shouted, with a sense of hoarseness in his voice: "Yan'er, Yan'er, don't leave me. Yaner... Wait for me, wait for me, don't marry him, no! Yaner, wait for me. Soon, I'll come back to you soon. You must wait for me, wait for me. I'm so tired, so tired, but for you, I'm not afraid. I must be strong, find you, and never let you leave me again. Yan'er..."

Lu Yixiang was stunned, not because of Tomb Cloud Feng's words, but because of the expression on Tomb Cloud Maple's face. The already stretched eyebrows were tightly wrinkled at this time, with a look of pain on his face, which was not the most important. What made Lu Yixiang look dull the most was Tomb Yunfeng's eyes. Yes, on Tomb Yunfeng's tightly closed eyes, there was a drop of crystal **-tears slowly overflowing.

"He actually cried! Do you cry in your dreams?" Lu Yixiang was shocked. From the moment she saw Tomb Yunfeng, although Lu Yixiang didn't say a few words to him, she felt that Tomb Cloudfeng was a strong person, a very tough person, and would never easily admit defeat. She never thought that this person would cry in a dream.

At this moment, Lu Yixiang was really shocked, and at the same time, a strong sense of loss also filled her heart. After being lost, Lu Yixiang gave birth to a touch of tenderness and pity for no reason. He fixedly looked at the two drops of Tomb Yunfeng slowly flowing out and the tears flowing down his cheeks.

On the two drops of tears, it seems that you can see the efforts of Tu Yunfeng in the past few years and the unforgettable pain hidden under the strong and straight body. At this moment, Lu Yixiang is crazy!

"Who is Yan'er? Is it worth being so tired for her? Do you still have such a fragile side? Is that Yan'er the only one in your heart? Lu Yixiang was very confused. She didn't know which aspect of feelings occupied more.

It doesn't matter? Lost? Jealous? Hate? Love? Neither. In the end, the only thing left in her heart was the pity for the man who cried in her dream. I don't care about anything. I just want him to live in the happiness of the present. This seems to be Lu Yixiang's last voice, and perhaps the most authentic voice.

A pair of jade-like delicate palms stretched out, grabbed his pink sleeves, stretched out to the painful face, and slowly stroked it down. At this moment, there is only tenderness; at this moment, there is only regret; at this moment, there is only... germination.