Love in Xuancheng

Angered by his determined and indifferent attitude, Shen Xingyue suddenly sat up, took out a dagger from the space and stared angrily at Feng moye. Feng moye also slowly got up and sat opposite her. The cloud was still light and the wind was clear, calm and precious. She could not see any emotion such as panic or anger, nor spoke. She just looked at Shen Xingyue's eyes lightly, His charming peach eyes seemed to see through people without blinking.

Shen Xing's moon was in a dilemma with a dagger. She didn't think that Feng moye would have such an attitude. She was thinking about how to solve the impasse. She saw Feng moye slowly stretch out his long arm and caress her back.

At this moment, Shen Xingyue suddenly seemed to understand his intention. He couldn't help but worry. He wanted to help me make a decision! This one will be pushed over, and the dagger will surely be inserted into his heart. This is not the result I want!

Shen Xingyue was shocked by her conjecture and burst into a cold sweat. Just when the wind moye made efforts, Shen Xingyue quickly turned the blade, and the cold feeling was clearly presented in her body.

The handle of the knife was against the wind's chest. A bad feeling hit the top of my heart. I suddenly bowed my head and was almost scared by the scene in front of me.

"What are you doing?" Feng moye was shocked.

Shen Xingyue answered the question with a smile: "I didn't hurt you!"

"Are you stupid? Even if you stab me with that knife, I won't die! With you, I cherish my life more than anyone!" Feng moye said, hurriedly put her flat, and used her spiritual power to help her stop bleeding and heal her wounds, but Shen Xingyue stopped her.

"Don't use psychic power!" Shen Xingyue's voice was somewhat vain. There was no pain at the moment when the knife entered the body. He just felt cold. Now the pain is gradually coming, which is unbearable.

Feng moye knew that she was worried about her body and didn't want to annoy her at the moment. He didn't object. He quickly collected his anger, took out a pile of bottles and cans from the space, swept one eye, picked up one bottle, and poured it on the wound like no money.

"Master, do you want to go back to the palace?" Luo Chen asked timidly. Although he was outside the car, he could still know what happened inside with his cultivation.

"No! Bieyuan has strong aura, which can help heal the wound. Hurry up!" Feng moye hurried while busy healing the wound.

"The LORD was going to Lingshan bieyuan to recover?" it was too painful. He shouted out and felt ashamed. He could only find some words to disperse his ideas. "I thought his Highness the king of Jin was taking out his spare time to go out with me!"

"Does it hurt? It doesn't hurt to shout out." Feng moye naturally knows that she has endured hard. However, she never disdains to prepare drugs such as pain relief. Relying on any pain, he can't arouse his numb heart. For thousands of years, only pain can make him feel alive. Therefore, when he wants to use it, he can't take it out at all. He can only watch her pain.

"It's OK. It doesn't hurt very much." Shen Xingyue smiled faintly. "I'm still awake. I didn't faint. If that knife really stabbed you, I wouldn't be able to carry it. I fainted!"

Feng moye had handled the wound, reached out his hand to lift her up and carefully hugged her in his arms. He couldn't speak with heartache and didn't know what to say, so he didn't open his mouth. He just looked at her quietly and listened to her, as if his heart could not be so flustered.

"Don't get hurt in the future!" Shen Xingyue twisted her body slightly, found a comfortable position and said, "at least don't get hurt in front of me! Don't let me hurt you at will. I know you can avoid it!"

"As for me, I have a bad temper. If I'm angry, just ignore it. I'll be fine in a while, so as not to be like today."

"Take the medicine. I'll wrap up the wound on your arm. How about it?" Shen Xingyue looked up at the wind.