Meng Fuyao was dumbfounded, the man shook his head helplessly.
Immediately, he floated up and descended the tree like a soft cloud, and without seeing how he was acting, he suddenly came in front of Meng Fuyao, and said with a smile, "Girl, seeing you shivering, you must be very cold, let's... keep warm together Bar… "
Shameless! Meng Fuyao stared at him, obviously I was scared!
Facing each other face to face, the face that had been in the shadows before was revealed, such a radiant face, like a bright moon rising slowly from the end of the blue sea, shining in the sky in an instant, Meng Fuyao fainted from shock immediately.
After fainting, he immediately regained his senses, scolded nympho ten thousand times in his heart, while continuing to shrink back, while still showing panic on his face, his fingers had already quietly touched his own soft whip.
Before touching the whip, the fingertips suddenly trembled, as if being bounced away by an invisible force. On the other side, the smiling man withdrew his fingers, shook his head and said, "Girl, it's not always useful to pretend."
The moonlight was cool, and the man's long clothes were flying in the night wind, with a casual smile, and his posture was even a little loose, and he walked slowly. His loose clothes and sleeves were flying like clouds, reminiscent of ostriches flying in the nine heavens.
There is a face called holiness.
There is a style called charm.
However, few people have integrated holiness and charm so seamlessly, turning it into a unique temperament and elegance, with looseness in the glory, and deepness in the warmth.
There was a fine sound of sand and stones, and a faint and strange fragrance permeated. The man sat down gracefully but unceremoniously. Under the firelight, he turned his face slightly.
Meng Fuyao's breathing was immediately suffocated.
His eyebrows flying into the temples, with a flowing and detached arc, reminds people of willows beside the green spring in March, carrying the bright and fragrant spring.
And the side profile with exquisite lines like a god, the brilliance of the world seems to be concentrated in his eyes.
The beauty beyond the mortal world will make people lose the ability to speak, Meng Fuyao now feels that he can't speak.
The man smiled freely, and casually brushed off the dust under his body. Seeing that the ground didn't seem to be clean for a while, he didn't care about it. He suddenly put his arms around her shoulders, and dragged her to sleep.
Meng Fuyao rolled over violently, rolled onto the wet ground with a thud, and shouted, "...you, what are you doing?"
The man put his arms on the pillow and didn't get up. He looked at her slightly, with a Utan-like smile on his lips, "What are you doing? The night is cold and the dew is heavy. I am very cold, and sleeping alone is even colder, so I decided to go with you." .”
Meng Fuyao blushed, "Well, I can't take advantage of others..."
"I like to take advantage of others." The man lifted his sleeves, and the long sleeves wrapped around Meng Fuyao's waist, and he pulled her towards him unceremoniously, "Shh, be good, be obedient."
The faint and strange fragrance on his body was as rich as wine, and the intoxicating breath diffused from the rolled sleeves, like a tinder that ignited Meng Fuyao's reason with a bang. His low laughter rang in his ears, and the breath he exhaled brushed against the pinnae, slightly itchy.
That kind of itching seemed to be tickling in his heart, scratching like a cat, Meng Fuyao heard his heart beating fast, his face was burning hot, and he was a little dizzy from the burning.
The body that had never been touched by a man was softening instinctively, but his rationality kept reminding himself to keep the altar clear. Meng Fuyao stretched out his hands and pressed against his chest with all his might. Just as he was about to break free vigorously, his palms suddenly felt hot.
Immediately, a warm current suddenly surged up, like a great river breaking its embankment, gurgling forward along the parts where the two of them were in contact, and merged into Meng Fuyao's slightly blocked limbs, hundreds of bones and eight extraordinary meridians. Warm and mellow, vigorous and long.
The warm current was like a pair of gentle hands, and it performed magical techniques in Meng Fuyao's body. After the injury, the damaged meridians were carefully repaired one by one, the toxins were expelled one by one, and even the little internal energy that had dissipated in the dantian was gradually gathered together. Condensed and formed, even faint waves and flying waves, more abundant than before.
The pale face gradually returned to rosy, Meng Fuyao opened his eyes wide in surprise, looking at the smiling man with closed eyes, so he used this method to heal her wounds? who is he? How do you know her condition? And why do you want to help her
I can't help looking at the man. Men from Wuzhou mainland like to wear various accessories that symbolize their status. You can tell the general idea by looking at the accessories. However, this man obviously behaves differently from ordinary people. Zhang Yang's light-colored robes, nothing else.
Meng Fuyao's gaze finally landed on the edge of the man's slowly retracted right palm, where the imprint that he saw earlier was clearer, vaguely like a flower petal.
Sensing her gaze, the man didn't open his eyes, and suddenly said softly, "The internal strength I lent you is valid for three hours. If you want to use it, you have to hurry up."
Meng Fuyao was startled for a moment before realizing what he said just now. He jumped up suddenly, stared at him in shock, and stammered for a while, "Who are you? How do you know me...how do you know..."
"You should know that overdose of 'Yizhishuang' will damage the meridians, but you ate four of them in one go, and you couldn't recover your breathing in time. You're not in a hurry to get revenge, so why?" The man sat up and looked at her with a smile. "However, let me remind you first, the family behind Pei Yuan is extremely powerful, are you sure you want to continue?"
"She can't walk around with her family behind her back." Meng Fuyao smiled, revealing a bit of cunning and arrogance, "If you have revenge, you must avenge it! As for the future, if she doesn't move me, let me escape. I'm slack, I'll take another bite later, you know," she blinked, "a giant, in fact, sometimes I, a wanderer, may not be free."
The man glanced at her, smiled and praised, "Okay, very good."
Meng Fuyao smiled gracefully.
"Very rascal."
…
Without looking at the dark-faced Meng Fuyao, the man said again, "It's a pity that there are so many people in the Xuanyuan Sword Sect, and Pei Yuan's martial arts are not weak. In your previous situation, it is difficult to beat her. If you want to avoid disturbing others' punishment Her, easier said than done?"
Meng Fuyao stared at him, thinking that this person was already on the cliff, and had seen the previous scene clearly, at the thought of this, he immediately became angry, and said bitterly, "That's my business! You didn't make a move before, Are you going to be a good person now?"
"I was not on this peak before, I just saw the movements of those two people from a distance." The man was not angry, "Do you want it? I will take it back."
Meng Fuyao was startled, and after thinking about it, he realized that he was referring to the borrowed internal strength, and said angrily, "I want it!"
As soon as the voice fell, the man let out a low laugh, his eyes were shining like stars, and there was an unconcealable joke in his voice, "Well... you want it?"
The word "um" was long and soft, full of teasing, Meng Fuyao was already alarmed and slipped when he spoke, his face turned red, and before he could figure out how to fight back, the man was already smiling and took her hand, "Since If you want, then I will follow you..."