MTL - How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight-Chapter 780 Do not return, such as scattered flowers (65)

  Chapter 780 Unreasonable return, scattered flowers like this (65)

   Later, he seemed to know that it was useless, so Miao Hua got into the bed directly, hugged Wen Xien, and passed on his warm body temperature.

   The color of the quilt was bright red, but Wen Xien's exposed face was as white as snow. These two extreme colors collided, and there was a charismatic Feiyan, like a goblin that could attract yang.

   She seemed to be feeling sleepy, her long and thick eyelashes hanging down low, covering half of her beautiful eyes.

   Just when her eyelids were about to go down, the child cried out in a low voice, gently awakening her.

   "Wen Xien, you can't sleep..."

   "You look so bad, is there any discomfort in your body?"

   Light-colored lips turned slightly blue, Wen Xien didn't seem to notice that something was wrong with his body, but felt very cold and sleepy.

   She pursed her lips and bent slightly, and the curvature was extremely soft: "No, there is no discomfort."

Of course, Miao Hua didn't believe it. He held Wen Xien's hand and slowly stretched it upwards. After hesitating for a long time, he finally found her pulse.

   The movement of the pulse was very weak, if it was absent, in addition, her arterial blood pressure dropped to eight, the pulse

   The beat is fast and weak, and the heart rhythm is irregular.

   Her health is so bad, like a magnolia flower that is about to wither.

   That's why he didn't dare to look at Wen Xien's pulse before, as if he blocked his ears, he couldn't hear the bell.

  When did he also become a fool who hides his ears and steals bells?

   can only deceive oneself.

  Clearly…

   No matter how healthy he looked before, maybe he could wait a few years because of these pariahs!

   All because of them!

   If they hadn't forced Wen Xien to this point, Wen Xien would not have become what he is now.

   An uncontrollable feeling of resentment stirred in his heart, and hatred was engraved in Miao Hua's heart like a knife.

   This is not the emotion of a person who is correcting the right way, and it is also an unarmed mortal.

  In the path of cultivating the Tao, there is a rule that mana cannot be used on mortals.

  Miao Hua has been extremely shallow since he was born, otherwise he would not choose the ruthless way.

   It was the first time he felt such turbulent negative emotions, resentment, unwillingness, anger, everything, he felt very clearly.

   But more of a feeling of powerlessness, now he can't do anything, he can only watch helplessly.

   God seems to be punishing him, punishing his previous indifference, and punishing his previous indifference.

  's head was suddenly rubbed, Miao Hua raised his head subconsciously, and saw Wen Xien's pale and sick face.

   Her brows were wrinkled because of him, her voice soft and worried: "Why are you crying..."

  Miao Hua was stunned for a moment, he blinked his dry eyes, only to realize that his eyes were red at some point, unconscious.

  The child's face was thin and black, his eyes were scarlet, "You won't leave me, will you?"

  Wen Xien didn't seem to think that he would ask such a question. For a while, he didn't know how to answer. No one would accompany him to understand his body better, so she couldn't guarantee it.

   The long silence seemed to make the child particularly uneasy. He couldn't help grasping Wen Xien's hand, as if he was grasping the moon under the sea.

"Please speak……"

   said yes, said he would not leave me, said he would wait for me.

Under the child's ardently expectant gaze, Wen Xi'en couldn't tell the good-natured lie. Her pale lips were pursed, and her delicate eyebrows were as dazzling as the budding camellias from spring to March. satin.

  Her long eyelashes concealed the sadness in her eyes.

   Wen Xien seemed to see the child's dependence and anxiety, and pointed out the answer directly.

   "In this world, no one is inseparable from another, and the road behind is all on your own."

   The heart is like being entangled by invisible nets, the more it twists and the tighter, until it makes him feel unbearable, and then he just gives up.

   Miao Hua is not a five-year-old child, he clearly understands the meaning of Wen Xien's words.

   He was a little angry, but he forgave Wen Xien magnanimously, because he would never allow Wen Xien to leave.

  The child silently got into Wen Xien's cold arms, his little body exuded heat, Wen Xien sighed, and finally said nothing.

  The man boiled the water very quickly, and it didn't take a while. He poured the hot water into the wooden bucket, and went to bring a basin of cold water, while feeling the temperature inside the wooden bucket.

  The weather was getting warmer. The man was wearing a black cloth with his sleeves folded up, revealing his strong and strong arms. Perhaps because of the water he had just boiled, the hair on his forehead was soaked with sweat.

He was tall and strong, and his thick palms stirred the hot water that had just been poured in the wooden bucket, as if he could not feel the heat, so he tried to pour some cold water into it, and when it was almost time, he got up and walked to Wen Xien's. around.

   scraped the bedding off Wen Xien's body, and then he was about to help Wen Xien undress, but he stopped as soon as he touched Wen Xien's clothes, and then glanced at the child with his long, dark eyes.

   "You, go make porridge."

   Miao Hua was about to laugh angrily, he stared at the man's rough hands, wishing to chop it with a knife.

   But Wen Xien just coughed again at this time, a sick blush appeared on his pale face, Miao Hua looked extremely distressed, he knew that he couldn't care about these at this time, and had to go to the stove ruthlessly.

   When he recovers his true body, the man's eyes will be gouged out, and his hands will be chopped off.

  Wen Xien was in a daze, and felt that someone was taking off her clothes, which really made a big jump.

   The originally sleepy nerves became tense, and the delicate fingers such as green square roots grabbed the dark and rough hand of the man, preventing him from moving.

   "I'll do it myself..." Wen Xien said quickly.

  The temperature on the man's hands was very hot. I don't know if it was because of the hot water just now, the hot Wen Xien couldn't help shrinking his fingers.

   She lowered her head uncomfortably, the man looked at her face with dark eyes, and the figure was reflected in the bottom of his eyes. The dark pupils seemed to be getting deeper and deeper, like a hot flame beating inside.

  The atmosphere suddenly became very subtle.

   Wen Xien's spirit was not very good, so he didn't notice it for a while, but only vaguely felt that the man's breathing became a little heavy.

  The broad and rough palm slowly moved upstream without any aggression, and controlled her neck. The excessively high temperature made her shrink her neck.

   "Big Brother Guo..."

   Guo Zhenfei saw Wen Xien's frequently trembling eyelashes, and fluttered his wings desperately like broken wings, fragile and lovable, but also more likely to arouse the desire to distort and destroy in human nature.

   (end of this chapter)