Evil Phoenix

Chapter 642 Huafa, do you mind

Just when Bai Luoge almost collapsed and fell backward, a pair of powerful arms hugged her falling body tightly, and the familiar smell made her smile slightly.

Ling Liche looked at Bai Luoge who was about to collapse, and there was water in her deep black eyes. With a wave of her big hand, she cut off the holy light that was transmitted from her palm to Feng Nanjin.

Such a long period of spiritual power is enough to protect Feng Nan Jin from death, and if the toss continues, Bai Luoge will be involved.

As soon as Ling Liche's movements stopped, Bai Luoge collapsed in his arms, so weak that he couldn't move.

If he hadn't come in in time, she wouldn't be able to take back the holy light by herself, and the consequences would be dire.

Before Ling Liche checked her body, Bai Luoge's jet-black hair quickly turned silvery white from the roots, and then quickly spread to the ends of the hair, his eyes were fixed immediately.

Staring at it for a moment, I thought it was my own illusion.

"I didn't..." Before he could comfort Ling Liche, Bai Luoge caught a glimpse of the silver light from the corner of his eyes, and a feeling of uneasiness flashed through his heart.

He reached out to grab the hair, but was quickly blocked by Ling Liche's big palm.

"It's good that you're fine, you're tired, I'll take you to rest." After speaking, she wanted to hug Bai Luoge.

But he moved quickly, but Bai Luoge was not a fool. She had already thought about the consequences long before she decided to use her spiritual power to save Feng Nanjin.

It is a blessing to be alive, why bother to force too much.

But even though I thought so in my mind, I still felt bitter in my heart.

After all, which woman can accept Huafa in one night?If Bai Luoge hadn't seen through life and death, his reaction at this moment might not be so indifferent.

He stretched out his hand to hold Ling Liche to take her away, "Do you care?" He asked lightly.

His clear eyes looked at Ling Liche's perfect side face, the slightly tired lines under the candlelight made people feel very distressed.

He had been blowing the cold wind outside for so long because he was worried that he would choose to use the saint's spiritual power to save Feng Nanjin.

But knowing what he was thinking, she still did it.

The result now is better than they expected, but her hair...

It's not that she doesn't believe in Ling Liche, but is there really a man who doesn't care about his wife's appearance?

"Are you referring to taking your own risk to save Feng Nanjin, or are you referring to your own changes?" Ling Liche's warm pupils swept over Bai Luoge's eyes and stared at him.

Ask out loud.

But he added the answer without waiting for Bai Luoge's answer, "If it's the former, I admit, I don't mind, I mind that you put Xuan'er and me behind Feng Nanjin, mind that you can do everything for him, But I also know that without him, you would have left me long ago, and Xuan'er would not have been born safely, and you are not the only one who owes him, so I have nothing to say."

He reached out and hugged Bai Luoge tightly until she fell completely into his arms, "But if you want to use this reason to make me give up on you, I can't do it. Do you still need to answer the latter question?"

His eyes fell on Bai Luoge's fluttering silver hair, "The only thing I care about is you." The low voice seemed to have been precipitated by the years, with a mellow sweetness, refreshing.

Let Bai Luoge's hand wrap around his neck in the next second, no longer resisting his hug.

Neither of the self-forgetful two people noticed that a scorching gaze was staring at their embracing figure motionlessly...

(End of this chapter)