Chapter 958 (1/2)

It's not like he's going to say it. Is he having a problem with his head?

If not, how could he say that he cared for her?

She was flattered.

She suppressed her surprise and said, ”OK, I will.”

Then he closed his eyes and began to breathe.

The night is getting darker. After she enters the state of breathing, beimingchen opens her eyes, turns his head quietly and looks in her direction. In the dark eyes, there is shallow tenderness.

The corners of his lips were very light, and it was fleeting. His heart seemed to be filled with something, which made him feel very satisfied.

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the next day, beimingchen was free to move and take care of himself. Even the lost spiritual power recovered slowly.

At the end of the day, he spent most of his time practicing, and the rest of the time pretending to peep at Fengyu.

Feng Yu's perception is so keen that she can only pretend that she doesn't know anything.

This matter, once exposed, will do no good to either of them, so that's it.

She tried to immerse herself in the cultivation and try to reduce the communication with beimingchen, so they didn't have a chance to say another word until it was dark again.

Although he couldn't speak to her for a day, beimingchen had some regrets in his heart, but he was more satisfied. As long as he could see her, he felt that nothing was important.

After a few days of peace, they never left the forest and stayed here from morning till night.

After taking a lot of pills, Feng Yu's wound is completely healed, without any sequelae, and beimingchen's whole body cultivation is gradually recovering.

He has recovered very well. Up to now, although he has not recovered all his strength, he has at least recovered more than 80%.

With these days of silent get along, two people also more and more beyond the tacit understanding, even without language communication, a look, can know each other's mind.

Beimingchen felt that he was trapped more and more deeply. He had a kind of intuition that he could not jump out of the magic spell called Fengyu in his life.

However, no matter what the outcome, he is happy.

It's another day. It's sunny at noon.

After disappearing for a moment, Fengyu comes back from the outside and sees beimingchen sitting upright on the big stone. The sunshine is holy and holy. It sprinkles a circle of Phnom Penh on him, making his already beautiful face look more exquisite.

Her pace of subconscious pause, empty bright as water eyes have a moment of trance.

It seems that since she knew this man, she found that no matter when he was sitting, his posture was so upright and meticulous, as if he would never be tired.

She can't help but think of longzixuan. Longzixuan and beimingchen are two completely different extremes.

No matter when, long Zixuan is always lazy. Even though he is full of arrogance that people dare not look directly at, he can't hide the laziness that comes out of his bones.

He would never sit so straight. If it was him, he would either recline on the branch or sit gracefully against the trunk.

But no matter what kind of posture is, it is absolutely pleasing to the eye, which makes people itch hard and make their eyes red.