Can Feng defies the sky

Chapter 115

Wei Lingran slowed down, opened his mouth and glanced at the people behind him, intending to say something, but after thinking about it, his lips moved and he didn't know what to say.

So she continued to walk forward silently with her head bowed.After walking for a while in such a low-pressure atmosphere, Wei Lingran walked into a forest by the side of the path, looked around, and said calmly, "There is no place to stay when I go down the mountain, so why not just stay here tonight. "

So Feng Chushi, the sixth prince of Fengxuan, was very diligent and wise to pick up some dead wood and broken wood to use as firewood. The firewood was crackling and burning vigorously. When the heavy rain came, the few people had no choice but to run all the way against the whistling wind and rushing rain, and finally found a dilapidated temple at the foot of the rolling mountains. As soon as his figure was swept away, he rushed in, and came back with some thatch dead branches nearby. Those who built the temple roof built fires, and those who built the temple roof built fires. The division of labor and cooperation were natural.

In the blink of an eye, the thatched roof of the temple was nailed and hammered, and the broken walls and broken wood on all four sides had blocked the cold hissing rheumatic rainwater from the outside of the temple. In the cold, a few people sat or lay or half-lyed around the fire, casually careless or closed their eyes and dozed off or meditated quietly, listening to the wind and rain outside in silence.

The violent wind and rain came and went, and it didn't take long before it stopped. The fire piled up and the stars were faint. Feng Chushi looked at the dark sky outside and said, "I'll go out and find some firewood when the rain stops here, otherwise After a while, the firewood will be burned, and people will freeze in this cold night."

He turned around and went out, Wei Lingran glanced at Tu Getan, the young master also got up leisurely and followed Feng Chushi out.

In the cold wind, Nangong Tan silently handed him a glass of lukewarm water. Wei Lingran smiled at him, took the glass and held it in her hand. It's cold, but now it's hot in her hand... Nangong Tan actually carefully wasted his internal energy to warm the water and warm the cup before handing it over.

Wei Lingran was stunned for a while, turning her head to look at the indifferent and arrogant young man with complicated emotions, while Nangong Tan was also turning her head to look at her silently with bright eyes...

As soon as the eyes of the two met, Wei Lingran immediately lowered her head unnaturally, and said softly, "Thank you!" Suddenly, she felt a strange line of sight sticking to her back, which made her very uncomfortable. Watching so quietly, looking at her slender back, although the two are not sitting opposite each other, Wei Lingran can imagine the expression and eyes of that person. There is nothing, in fact, everything is contained in it.

Wei Lingran sighed silently. She didn't want to pay attention to it. She insisted on pretending to drink the water slowly. After persisting for a while, she felt that the bottom of her heart was filled with more uncomfortable emotions. In the past, he would stick to her side with a smile on his face, but his quietness tonight made her feel even more sour.

The astringent bitter and sour taste rushed to my heart, no matter how much I chewed, I couldn't find any sweet taste in my life that could make up for the sourness at this moment.

Here, in the ever-changing time and space, every short-lived sweetness in life is actually precious and extravagant. Who would know what kind of variables will appear between them in the next moment to destroy those treasured sweets? .

Wei Lingran suddenly raised his head, poured back the glittering sparkle in his eyes, gurgled a few times, and drank a glass of water abruptly.Then she stood up, each poured water for Nangong Tan, Ji Yuan and the two of them, first handed the cup to Nangong Tan with a shallow smile, and looked at the silent as a wall, quiet as a stone figure, handing the cup to him After tossing and tossing several times, no matter what, the cup still couldn't be delivered to the person.

Wei Lingran sighed slightly and sat down beside the fire again with her head hooked, and slowly moved the cup filled with clear water towards Ji Yuanhe with her fingertips. She pursed her lips tightly and did not speak. Without looking at Ji Yuanhe, she used her one-finger Zen magical skill with dull eyes and a gloomy expression, pushing and moving against the cup, the cup was silent, slowly moving towards the quiet figure little by little in the flickering shadow of the fire ...

Nangong Tan slightly raised his eyebrows, looked at Ji Yuan and lowered his brows to her finger holding the cup. After looking for a while, he finally turned his head away. The moment he turned his head, he closed his eyes very quickly, his eyes sparkling. A black cloud flashed by, and the eyes dimmed in an instant.

The cup is still in the open space, and within a distance of less than one meter between the two of them, they continued their journey of the [-]-mile long march...

Wei Lingran didn't know how many times she touched the cup when she suddenly touched a pair of lukewarm fingers.

Those two fingers were holding the cup, as if they wanted to pick it up, but when they touched her fingertips, they paused and were startled, and when they touched her fingertips, they subconsciously shrank back, and then that A hand suddenly stretched out, holding the cup together with Wei Lingran's hand, wrapping it in the lukewarm palm, and it was slightly warm against the palm.

Wei Lingran's hand was held by him together with the cup body, and the palm was pressed against the Nuan Nuan cup body, just like the mood at the moment, there was a kind of warm heat reaching the bottom of my heart from all directions.

She was still silent, staring at the sparkling fire, her eyes were as bright as a deep pool of clear water, flowing silently, clear and pleasant, merging the cold and warmth of the ruined temple together in the crackling firelight...

Ji Yuanhe didn't speak either, but kept holding her hand and didn't let go. The warm body temperature of the two people was superimposed through the body of the cup. But gradually warm and full.

The quiet time at this moment is like water in a glass, it cools down inch by inch and then passes away.

Until Feng Chushi came in with a cold air.

He was holding a bundle of dry firewood, his figure was somewhat blurred by the endless dark sky outside the door, his clothes were stained with the smell of green grass and raindrops, even though he was holding a bundle of dry firewood in his arms, his walking steps still had a kind of Inherently elegant and calm, Wei Lingran looked up and saw that the back of his robe was wet, so he smiled and said, "Hey, guide Feng, you better change your robe quickly, if you freeze, I can No money and no medicine!"

Feng Chushi smiled at her, put down the dry wood and went to get his baggage.

burden?

What he took was—the burden of Nangong Tan!
Wei Lingran looked at the baggage in his hand, his eyelids twitched, and he exchanged glances with Ji Yuan and Nangong Tan.

Doesn't Feng Chushi know her burden?
Fengchu style?Fengchu style?
With a sound of "chi", the silver flashed and the flames flared up, Ji Yuanhe had already jumped up and rushed towards the Fengchu style, seeing the speed of the light shadows flying in the air, Ji Yuanhe had already pushed his own skill to the limit, even Wei Lingran didn't see clearly how he got up and made a move.

Before the chirp was over, Nangong Tan also attacked Feng Chushi from another direction in the thin "huh", and Wei Lingran was facing him to meet him.

The three of them shot at the same time, Wei Lingran rushed forward with the Hanyu sword already in his hand, Nangong Tan also used a sword, but his sword was different from Wei Lingran's Hanyu sword, it was a soft sword usually used as a belt decoration , or a forked soft sword, Ji Yuan and the jade-like palm suddenly had a retractable knife in the shadow of the sword - this knife is not an ordinary knife, but a handle with agate red all over its body. The thin knife with a light red blade can clearly reflect the face of the person in front of him, which is exactly the same as Feng Chushi, and his eyes are half-closed mockingly and strangely.

This is the first time Wei Lingran has seen Ji Yuanhe show off his weapon since he met Ji Yuanhe. As soon as the thin knife came out, the bright yellow flames around him seemed to dim, and the red agate covered the entire small ruined temple. The killer moves were almost all fired at Feng Chushi's three vital points, the back of the head, the back of the heart, the front and the chest.

(End of this chapter)