He closed his eyes, calmed his fluctuating emotions, felt the body in his arms gradually soften from stiff to soft, and felt the fragrance blowing in his face. At this moment, he wished it would last forever.
“I’m fine…fine!”
I heard Qian Duoduo's soft voice. She spoke very softly, less livelier and less willful than a few years ago. Perhaps it was the family grudges over the years that made her grow up so quickly.
The soft voice sounds like the gentle rain that moistens the earth silently, but people who are familiar with her will find that this is just the shell she uses to protect herself.
"I said I would come find you, and here I am."
There was a moment of silence. Qian Duoduo in his arms did not speak, but Roudi also hugged Feng Qingyang tightly, fearing that he was just a dream and would disappear completely when she woke up.
There were stars all around and before she knew it, it was night. A breeze blew, blowing the black hair in front of her forehead, making her hair look a little messy, but extremely beautiful.
The moon is beautiful, and people are even more beautiful!
"Brother Qingyang, promise me one thing." As soon as these words came out, Feng Qingyang clearly felt the shock of the beauty in his arms, which was a nervousness and worry that could not be concealed.
His heart trembled for a moment, perhaps knowing what she was about to say. He sighed softly, turning the trembling into heartache, loosened his arms, and looked at her deeply.
Looking at those blurred pupils, a feeling of lament surged through my body like a tide. I felt it was not worth it for her and I felt sorry for her. Although my expression did not change, how could others know the trembling in my heart
Maybe others couldn't see the change in Feng Qingyang, but how could Qian Duoduo, who was so close to him, not know? Although the two hadn't seen each other for several years, the bond between them had never faded, but on the contrary, it became stronger with the passage of time.
Just like an aged wine, you don’t have to think about it or look at it, but if you look at it and then open it, the subtle fragrance it exudes will directly shock your entire soul.
"No matter what my mother did, don't make things difficult for her. After all... after all, she is from the Wang family!" She spoke slowly with a hint of bitterness.
How could this be a simple matter? This was clearly a request. Although it was as low as a mosquito's hum, it sounded like thunder in Feng Qingyang's ears.
Everything that happened to the Qian family was more or less caused by her mother, otherwise they wouldn't be in such a desperate situation now. Until now, she is still begging for mercy for them, which shows how fragile her heart is.
Feng Qingyang's heart skipped a beat at this moment, and a deep sadness appeared on his body. There are many things in this world that need to be disobeyed.
Although she said she was disobedient, in fact, everything she did was for her own sake. It was undeniable that if Qian Duoduo didn't speak up, she would definitely not let her mother off easily.
Back in the cultivation world, it was she who forcibly snatched him away on the wedding day. What kind of hatred was that? It can be said that it would not end until death. At that time, the two of them were separated by two worlds.
It was like a punishment from heaven that separated them. This might not be the deepest pain, but the longing and pain brought by the separation made Feng Qingyang hate her mother even more as time went by.
"Is it difficult?"
Looking at Feng Qingyang who had been silent for a long time, the money was about to enter his lips, and mist gradually appeared in his eyes. Although it was under the cover of night, it still looked crystal clear and was about to fall down!
She didn't know what Feng Qingyang was thinking, but she could feel his dilemma at the moment. This was not only a request, but also made Feng Qingyang go against his own inner thoughts.
"Okay, I promise you!"
Feng Qingyang spoke, his voice a little hoarse. The mental struggle he experienced in an instant made him feel tired. Looking at Qian Duoduo in front of him, she looked like a lovely elf under the night sky. In a trance, he gently touched her high nose bridge with his fingers.
"Ahem..."
Beautiful scenery and a beautiful woman by your side should be a joyful thing in life, but it is urgent at the moment. Every delay will be more disadvantageous to your convenience.
Looking at Feng Qingyang and Qian Duoduo who were so affectionate, others didn't know what to say, but Prince Saint on the side couldn't sit still. He didn't understand love, so when he saw the two of them breaking up their hug, he made a clear sound.
Even so, he still felt a little embarrassed. His old face turned red. He looked at Feng Qingyang who turned around with an extremely unnatural expression and randomly pointed around the main hall.
Feng Qingyang was very smart and naturally understood what he wanted to say. He looked around and suddenly his mind became clear. At the moment, he was surrounded by enemies and it was not the right time to talk about love.
He immediately turned around and stood in the center of the crowd. Although he withdrew his emotions, he did not loosen his clenched hands. His eyes were as sharp as knives as he scanned the crowd, and he directly blocked the elder of the surrender faction who was about to speak.
"Five great masters, two are in the middle stage of the Dao transformation, and three are at the peak of the early stage of the Dao transformation. Brother Monkey and I will divide them equally. The rest of the small fry will be left to you."
He spoke slowly and formulated a battle plan in an instant. Although a large number of Wang family monks came here, the decisive factor for success or failure in the end was not the number, but the several powerful people who were in charge.
Everyone was silent when they heard this, but the young men of the Qian family cheered. If Feng Qingyang and the Holy Prince could share the main force, the rest of the people would not be a big deal and they could naturally hold on.
The long-term suppression erupted at this moment, and a short sentence instantly boosted their low morale. This was also because this person was Feng Qingyang. If it was someone else, perhaps all they would get was a hint of ridicule.
"Feng Qingyang!"
Just as everyone was thinking, an angry roar was heard from the void, like a mad beast. The sound was a bit sharp and it was painful to the ears.
Looking up, he saw a flash of red light in the void, and a handsome man walked out from the back of the crowd. His face was as white as jade, his lips were red, his teeth were white, and his eyes were as bright as stars. Feng Qingyang felt vaguely familiar with this man. After thinking carefully, he suddenly remembered that he was the man who stood next to Qian Duoduo's mother that year - Wang Chen!
"Wang Chen!"
As soon as the two words came out, the void was immediately stirred up, and a murderous intention arose out of nowhere and broke out without suspense. The grudge between the two people could not be explained in words.
Qian Duoduo asked him not to hurt his mother. That person would be the one who inherited all his hatred. He would settle all the old and new grudges together. Thinking of this, he suddenly laughed.
The other party was only at the Dao Entry Realm, and it would only take a moment for him to destroy him. The past was over, so why should he be angry? He immediately glared, a golden light flashed in his eyes, and he looked at Wang Chen with a whoosh.
Everyone only felt a flash before their eyes, and there seemed to be a thin sharp thread floating out. When they were gathering all their magic power to prepare to watch, they heard a scream. They looked in the direction of the sound and suddenly burst into laughter!