The sunlight fell on her face, casting a shadow under her long eyelashes. Her quiet and beautiful sleeping face and her wholehearted dependence made him want to lean over and kiss her delicate red lips.
However, as soon as he moved slightly, she woke up.
"Aze?" Fengjiu almost instinctively jumped up and sat up. When she saw that the person who had been sleeping had opened his deep black pupils and was looking at her with a smile and affection, she couldn't help but be stunned. Dakong was blank for a moment, as if he couldn't react.
"Happy and stupid?"
Xuanyuan Moze spoke, his low voice was hoarse and had a hint of teasing. Perhaps because he had slept for too long, he woke up with a dry throat and a hoarse voice.
Fengjiu felt a lump in her throat. Looking at his smiling face, she tried hard to hold back the tears that were about to burst out, and rushed to him and hugged him tightly.
"Aze! You finally woke up! I missed you so much..."
Hearing her nasal voice, Xuanyuan Moze's heart softened, feeling distressed and blaming himself. He also embraced her with both hands, gently stroking her head with one hand, and whispered, "It's my fault for making you worry."
"It's good that you woke up, it's good that you woke up." Feng Jiu said, and then seemed to remember something, and quickly withdrew from his arms and sat on the bed, and asked nervously: "Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"
Hearing this, Xuanyuan Moze paused for a moment and said, "I just feel like there's an extra force in my body, and my soul has become much stronger."
As he spoke, he sat up and felt that he was the same as before, with no injuries on his body and nothing wrong. On the contrary, he even felt that his strength had increased and his spirit had become much stronger.
When he was about to use his spiritual sense to check his body, Fengjiu suddenly came forward and pulled open his shirt, revealing his strong and firm chest muscles.
His eyes flickered slightly, his eyebrows raised slightly, and he looked at her with a hint of teasing, and said, "What do you want to see? Just tell me, and I'll take off all my clothes and show you."
Fengjiu was in no mood to chat with him. After she opened his clothes, she saw that the black lotus on his strong chest was gone. She couldn't help but open her eyes wide and searched all over his body.
"Why is he gone? Where did he go?"
Watching her pulling at his clothes, looking at his chest, then pulling down his clothes to check his back, and then looking at his arms, as if looking for something.
Xuanyuan Moze saw it and laughed, "What are you looking for? What do I have? What's missing?"
"The black lotus, the ancient black lotus, was originally on your chest, but now it's gone." Feng Jiu looked up at him and said, "Use your spirit to look for it. You should be able to find where the black lotus has gone. It's imprinted in your spirit, so it can't escape."
Hearing this, Xuanyuan Moze showed a hint of surprise on his face: "Black Lotus? Are you talking about the black lotus from before?"
"Yes, it's a long story. You can look for it first to see if it's still there. I'll tell you in detail later." Fengjiu said, holding his hand with one hand and looking at him worriedly.
Now he has woken up after sleeping for many years, but the black lotus that was originally on his chest is gone. It is impossible for him to say that he is not worried. The existence of the black lotus is like a danger lurking in his body. No one knows what will happen when this danger breaks out.