MTL - Bancheng Fengyue-Chapter 107 Yingying 1 water

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Fu Cang took a breath, no matter when, she always had endless ways to make him have the urge to hit her.

Twenty-three thousand years later, this has not changed.

The dark and deep eyes met her cautious and wandering eyes, and her gaze was almost immediately avoided. The annoyance and embarrassment that was carefully hidden, his Dragon Princess, she has not changed much.

He held Bai Xuegou's head in his hand, and said lightly: "Get up, practice your sword hard."

Xuan Yi immediately turned over and turned his back to him: "I won't."

She was so stubborn all morning, sticking to the grass like brown sugar, with a few dead leaves wrapped around her fluffy long hair, and a little bit of green grass on her white clothes, just to avoid practicing swords.

Fu Cang plucked out the dead leaves from her hair one by one, and she immediately tucked her hair into her clothes, just missing the words "Don't touch me".

He blew out a breath, and the soft breeze took away all the dead grass leaves from her hair and clothes, and she covered her head and face with her sleeves, pretending to be going to sleep.

After lying down for a long time, Xuan Yi felt that there was no sound behind her. She secretly turned her head to look through the gap in her sleeves, but saw Fu Cang was still sitting behind him, playing with the snowy dog's head in his palm. As if aware of her peeking, he whispered, "Don't you want to wake up?"

She only has three words: "I won't."

He is as good as a stream: "Okay."

Seeing that the sun was rising, the maidservant delivered the meal on time, because she knew that the Princess Zhuyin had a picky and weird taste, she didn't like to eat dinner, but only liked to drink tea and refreshments, so today she specially prepared a box of peach blossom mincemeat cake and a A pot of Huaguang Feijing tea.

Smelling the fragrance, Xuan Yi sat up abruptly, Leng Buding was lightly pressed on her shoulders, and her body was pressed back onto the turf. She opened her eyes and stared at Fu Cang, his expression was calm: "Continue to sleep."

Xuan Yi frowned: "I'm hungry, I want to eat."

He put his hand on her shoulder: "You won't."

She took a deep breath, she was literally hanging by a single hair, with a huge boulder hanging on her body, and a sea of ​​poisoned wine underneath, she was crumbling.

The maidservant waited in the room for a long time and did not see them coming in, so she said cautiously: "Princess, Lord Fucang, it's time to eat."

Fu Cang nodded: "Please bring my share."

The maidservant's heart was beating wildly, but she never dared to forget the princess: "But the princess..."

"She doesn't need to."

Xuan Yi fixed his eyes on Fu Cang, and the maidservant put the small case on the grass in front of him, he held her down with one hand, and started to eat with the chopsticks in the other, not too fast or too slow, just right.

That hair was about to break, so she stretched out her hand and wanted to push his little case, but he is now a battle-tested warrior, such a small move couldn't escape his eyes, and immediately pressed down on the little case, He glanced at her with dark eyes: "Your task today is to lie here for a day."

Xuan Yi didn't know whether he was angry or holding back, he looked at him with tears in his eyes, and softly said: "I'm really hungry."

Maybe the experience in the battlefield has also hardened his heart, and he is not moved at all: "You will not be hungry."

Xuan Yi hugged her head in pain, this guy is going to drive her crazy, he will definitely drive her crazy. She suddenly put down her sleeves, like a strong man breaking his wrist: "I'll practice."

Fu Cang's hand left her shoulders neatly and neatly, and the maidservant obediently served the meal. While drinking tea and snacks, Xuan Yi felt that his stomach was full of tears, which were a thousand times more bitter than the candle shade and white snow back then. .

A food box was pushed over, and there were three untouched peach blossom and mincemeat cakes in it, Xuan Yi grabbed them all into his own box without any hesitation, so he still has a conscience!

"Next time you practice sword, you need to change your clothes and put on soft boots." Fu Cang reminded her again.

Xuan Yi said coldly: "No soft boots, no clothes."

He was not affected at all: "I will ask Emperor Qingyuan to make a general outfit for you."

Whatever he wants, whatever he does, anyway, when he recovers from his injury, her days of torment will be over.

After taking a break after tea, Xuan Yi struggled to stand up from the turf, probably because she was wearing clogs, the soles of her feet seemed to be broken, and she frowned in pain.

The body was held down again, Fu Cang leaned over and took off the clogs on her feet: "Don't wear clogs anymore, I won't practice today."

Xuan Yi immediately became vigilant: "...I will still be hungry at night."

He said lightly: "The feet hurt like this, and I can't practice well."

So what was he just now? Did you deliberately trick her into luring her to fight against him? ! This guy is really vicious now, too vicious! Even though she has a lot of insidious and cunning tricks to deal with him, she won't use them again, whether it's fighting spirit or lingering, don't go back, okay?

Xuan Yi turned his back to him, and scratched the tattoo of the closed-eyed dragon on his sleeve. The hair that was tucked into the clothes was pulled out gently by a pair of hands, and she combed it slowly in the palm of her hand. She tried to pull it back, but he didn't let go, so she could only give up.

The positions of the two of them seem to be reversed.

Xuan Yi was stunned for a long time, then slowly found a ball of white snow, pinched a pig's head, and used his nails to dig out the two nostrils, then suddenly turned his head and asked him, "Is Your Majesty Zhang Hai like this?"

The cute and harmless imagination makes those vicious and brutal ancient demon kings in the lower realm seem less scary. Fu Cang smiled, since the Maharaja had already been killed anyway, he nodded in acquiescence.

Xuan Yi hesitated for a moment, then said lightly: "You... were bitten by this pig's head?"

He didn't know whether to be angry or to laugh, he paused for a while, and said slowly: "Why do you always ask about injuries?"

Xuan Yi lowered his head and swung the pig's head back and forth with his fingertips: "Just ask."

Fu Cang looked at her for a while, then slowly rolled up his sleeves, revealing his strong and tight forearm, from the elbow to the back of the hand, there was a long and deep laceration, and the dark turbid air was wrapped around it.

"Those who are scratched by the paws of the dog maharaja will not die." He answered the question she hadn't asked.

Xuan Yi subconsciously reached out to touch it, but he stopped him: "Don't touch it."

She retracted her hand, stared at the wound for a long time, and said softly, "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt."

The sleeves were put down, Fu Cang looked down at her eyes, she subconsciously avoided it, and shrank back. He slowly stretched out his hand to her, and she simply rolled back; he took a step closer, and she rolled again; he stepped in and continued to roll, and finally hit her head on the wooden sword turned into a chair leg, and she let out an "oops" In the next moment, the place where he was hit was covered by a hand, and his body was irresistibly encircled and lifted by an arm, and rubbed into his arms.

She supported his chest with both hands and head, resisting his approach.

Fu Cang looked down at the nape of her neck exposed through the gap in her long hair, where there was a crimson color, but she always put on a posture of resistance, still the same.

"I... went to Zhongshan to look for you after I returned to the Upper Realm." Fu Cang said in a low voice, "Qinan told me that you don't want to see anyone."

He could see the regret, pity, and remorse in the priest's eyes. He waited outside Zhongshan for fifty years, and when the time came for the last dream of a thousand years, he could no longer hold on and could only fall into a deep sleep. Afraid that the seemingly hard but fragile Dragon Princess would be lost after many years, he sent her an unsealed white letter.

She will understand.

But he didn't expect that this difference would be 23,000 years. He wandered outside Zhong Shan's barrier countless times, imagining what she was doing inside, what she was thinking, and whether he had completely forgotten him.

He is no longer the young **** who hurt others and hurt himself. The moment he saw her, he knew that it was not him who was separated by the misty barrier all these years.

"It takes one day for the soul to return to the Nine Nether Yellow Springs in the God Realm, and it takes two days to return to the Upper Realm. When I went to the Lower Realm, you were no longer there." Fu Cang gathered her messy long hair behind her back, "That nine-headed The lion is very beautiful, and Xiao Jiu likes it very much."

He will never forget the moment he felt when he saw the little snow baubles piled up on the stone tablet. His fragility and innocence made him miss too much. He could have been with her for a long time, so that she would not be accompanied by loneliness all day long.

Don't leave me—he understood her heart, he said the same thing to her, they really should be together and never be apart.

Xuan Yi closed his eyes and didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, as if to protect the fragile loneliness that he had finally gotten used to.

The heavy snow that day in the imperial mausoleum seemed to be falling in front of her eyes again~www.novelbuddy.com~ Her beloved young man was lying in the cold tomb, and she carefully carved those little snow gadgets for him in the half city, moon and half city snow. She never thought that he could wake up again, or she didn't want him to wake up again.

With his jaw pinched, he raised her face and stared at her for a long time. She closed her eyes, as if avoiding everything.

Rubbing her thumbs on her soft and plump lips, she lowered her head, her lips were about to fall on them, but her cold fingers blocked them.

let me go. She opened her eyes, only three words were written in her eyes.

He grabbed her hand, pulled it away, kissed her **** the lips, and took a hard bite.

"I remember everything." He whispered against her moist lips, "As for you... hide as you like."

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