Chapter 74 (1/2)

It's cold at night.

The river is leisurely, floating a light vapor, gathering in the air, it becomes a white fog.

It's not long before night.

The mist in the water is not big enough to cover the bright moon in the sky and people's sight. It just adds a bit of hazy and faint beauty to the Chu Jingyue in the water

Chen xinglie carefully reviewed and criticized.

After a while.

Chen xinglie concluded: it's really good.

Zhao Yumeng quietly sat aside, enjoying the rare quiet time.

This kind of scene of sitting quietly by the river at night is very common, but for Zhao Yumeng, it is also very fresh and exciting. His heart is full of strange feelings.

As for the Jingchu river.

Zhao Yumeng doesn't care at all.

Chu Jingyue is not a teacher Feiyu. Why should I keep it in mind?

Only shifeiyu seems different.

In Shi Feiyu's body, Zhao Yumeng saw a bearing quite different from that of ordinary women. She was free and unrestrained. She didn't seem to be a female disciple of the devil's road. On the contrary, she was more like those old Taoist women who were carefree and quiet and had no action or thought.

It's not like a young man.

But the fighting spirit in Shi Feiyu's eyes is quite different from that of the old female Taoist priest.

”Does she really want to compete with me?”

Zhao Yumeng's eyes lifted, looking far to the direction of Fei cloud building in Donggang.

The night was dark.

The lights are shining in Donggang.

Zhao Yumeng seems to be able to see that Shi Feiyu is sitting in the window on the top floor of Fei Yun Building, holding a wine jar and drinking to the moon.

”You

Chu Jingyue called out in the river: ”when are you going?”

Previously.

As soon as Chu Jingyue left the Feiyun building, she galloped toward the Qingyun River and jumped in. She wanted to use the clear river water to resist the qianjunjiu effect in her body. This method is very similar to, or even more effective than, a man who can't bear to take a cold bath to get rid of the fire.

How can you get a good bath by soaking in the water?

As soon as Chu Jingyue entered the Qingyun River, she felt much more comfortable. She simply did not do it twice. She tore her clothes clean, soaked in the water, and went down the river to this sparsely populated bend.

Unexpectedly

Chen xinglie and Zhao Yumeng are here.

Seeing the two men appear, Chu Jingyue dived into the river and held her breath. Originally, she wanted to dive and swim far away. However, the medicine made by thousands of soldiers in her body broke out rapidly in this moment, and her hands and feet became soft. She couldn't swim any more

At this moment, the clear river water, bone chilling cold, seems to play no role.

For nothing else.

Just because

Two people by the river seem to be showing love and scattering dog food.

Dog food is like a drug introduction, which ignites the burning Chu Jingyue.

The hatred in her heart.

It's like the river in the Qingyun river at the moment

”No hurry. It's early.”

Chen xinglie answered casually. He went to the river and squatted down. He put out his hand and stirred it gently in the river. After feeling the water temperature, he said earnestly: ”the water is too cold. Come on, be careful to catch the wind cold. You will be ill at that time.”

The water is too cold!?

Come up!?

How to get up at this time?

All the clothes on me None of them!

At least give me a chance to dress, OK?

Chu Jingyue wanted to cry without tears. Finally, she found Li Qinglian's cleverness. She thought, ”no wonder younger martial sister Jingyue called him the devil. This name is really appropriate! This big devil is really hateful. He clearly wants to see me go ashore naked. I I will never go ashore, even if I die of cold in the river, even if I die from the explosion of medicine! ”

Chen xinglie squatted on the bank, enjoying the water.

”Chen Lang.”

Zhao Yumeng sat on the bluestone without moving. His voice was cold and quiet. He asked, ”do you want to listen to me playing the piano?”

Chen xinglie nodded, stood up and patted the water on his hand.

The Bank of the river sounded melodious.

Chen xinglie clapped his hands and beat the rhythm.