C80

Chapter 80

after taking off her wet coat, Fengling Jue, with her long hair scattered, steps on the ice step by step and walks towards the man sitting cross legged.

"Qing Chen."

Shaking hands out, that just like heaven and man in general good-looking face at this time a cold, Feng Ling can no longer help, will he into his arms, "we go home."

Home?

Where to go?

He didn't know.

Where he is, is that home?

……

Winter is over and spring is coming quietly.

Birds in the crisp cry, a hundred flowers in full bloom, flowers overflowing.

There is a small wooden house deep in the bamboo forest. There are two pieces of land in the yard. Two men are arguing in front of the ground.

"Isn't it better to grow vegetables? You can still eat it

"It's better to plant flowers. You are so irascible. Planting some flowers will make you happy."

"Growing vegetables is good!"

"Plant flowers well!"

“……”

“……”

I don't know how long this argument lasted. The man in red was red in the face and red in the ears. Beside him, the man in white was not red in the face and not beating in the heart. He looked like he was at ease.

"Well, well, no more noise. There are two pieces of land here, one for growing vegetables and the other for planting flowers. Is that good?"

First bow is Feng Ling Jue, he knows, no matter how, he all quarrel that person, so simply oneself admit defeat.

One side, the man in white is very satisfied with a faint smile, that handsome appearance is Shen Qingchen.

How to describe the smile?

It's not too much to say that it's a ten mile spring breeze and the first melting of ice and snow.

Feng Ling absolutely see of absence of spirit, just now disputing continuously of anger is to sweep away, mild of a smile.

Just be happy.

Just three months ago, he brought Shen Qingchen back from the extreme and spent ten thousand years of cultivation to wake him up. He thought about what he would say when he woke up, but he just didn't think it would be such a scene.

At that time, Shen Qingchen looked at him blankly, with strange eyes and no waves. His pale, bloodless lips opened slightly and slowly spat out three words, "who are you?"

After two years in the polar region, Shen Qingchen no longer remembers anything, neither fenglingjue nor Kunlun mountain.

So Fengling became selfish and took Shen Qingchen to live in seclusion in the mountain forest. Therefore, there is such a scene now.

There is no difference between good and evil, there is no deep hatred, in this way, simple two people together.

This is what fenglingjue dreams about.

Therefore, fenglingjue once again abandoned the demon Kingdom and went to Shen Qingchen.

……

But what if Shen Qingchen's memory is restored?

Then, will Shen Qingchen still be with him?

This kind of thing

Who knows?

Feng Ling Jue sat on the steps and looked at Shen Qingchen who was bending over to plant flowers. She couldn't help laughing.

"I'll help."

He rolled up his sleeve and ran over excitedly. As a result, Shen Qingchen threw all the dirty work like turning over the soil to Feng lingjue. He was not polite at all.

"Shen Qingchen, you really don't spare no effort to call me!"

Feng Ling took a puff from the corner of her eye.

"Why not?"

That light floating voice falls, Feng Ling Jue feels two arrows under the knee, the movement is rigid one Zheng.

He found that the amnesia of Shen Qingchen, very poisonous tongue.

"I tell you, Shen Qingchen, if you bully me again, I will ignore you."

Sweat wet hair, Feng Ling absolutely holding chin, slightly narrowed a pair of attractive peach eyes, glancing at Shen Qingchen, light smile.

"Should I be afraid?"

Shen Qingchen smiles a little and returns a very polite smile.

"Not only to be afraid, but to coax me."

"Oh?"

Shen Qingchen lowers his head and fiddles with the flower seeds, and carelessly answers.

"Why don't you give me some reaction?"

Feng Ling Jue's forehead is full of green tendons. Wood is wood, even if memory loss is wood.

"Next time. I'm busy now."

Silence for a moment, Shen Qingchen just light said, eyebrows and eyes picturesque, facial features angular, side Yan Ruyu carved general good-looking.

He is busy planting flowers.

“………”

Is there another time?

Feng lingjue sweat.

This man is very difficult to make, this fact, Fengling known for a long time, but like this live under the eaves of the scene, how long in the end did not happen?

Feng Ling Jue is in a daze.

The vegetables in the pot are sizzling, and the oil star splashes on the back of fenglingjue's hand. Fenglingjue throws out the frying spoon in pain. It's fair that it hits Shen Qingchen who has just entered the kitchen.Suddenly, Feng Ling Jue's heart hung up.

Shen Qingchen's head deviates, and she easily avoids. Feng Ling breathes a sigh of relief and pats her chest. Fortunately, Shen Qingchen's serious habit of cleanliness doesn't change even if she loses her memory. If the spoon hits Shen Qingchen in this way, it may be that things will become so boring.

(trouble? Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha? Well

Shen Qingchen glanced at him, tilted his head and asked softly.

"Cough..."

Feng Ling Jue Gan smiles and explains quickly. She reaches for her hand and waves, "it's just careless, it's just careless..."

All the time, fenglingjue has no way to deal with this man. His words, expression, look and even action can make fenglingjue die. There is no room for resistance.

"What's the matter?"

Seeing the oil splashed wound on the back of fenglingjue's hand, Shen Qingchen goes to fenglingjue.

"Oh? This one? "

Feng Ling looked down and couldn't help laughing bitterly. Since he had passed his cultivation to Shen Qingchen, the evil spirit was damaged, and he couldn't even use any magic. Now, he is basically the same as ordinary people. It must be that he can't recover without a year and a half. Fortunately, most of the people in luoqingdeng and the devil kingdom can't find him. Otherwise, he can't be so calm with Shen Qing Dust lives in seclusion in the mountains.

"It's OK. I'll be fine later."

Feng Ling Jue bypasses Shen Qingchen and goes to the door, intending to pick up the spoon he just lost.

Suddenly, the wrist was a grasp, wrist a cold, Feng Ling absolutely doubt, slant to see.

"Take the medicine first."

Shen Qingchen's face was expressionless, his voice was low and magnetic.

Sometimes, he will have an unexpected gentleness, which makes Feng Ling, who has evil thoughts on him, unable to resist.

Forced to bear the idea of rushing to the man in front of her, Feng Ling Jue pulled out her hand with a dry smile as if nothing had happened, "it's OK, I'm a big man, what's this injury?"

Looking at the harmless smiling face in front of Shen Qingchen, a pale face suddenly appeared in front of him. His head hurt severely and he frowned.

"Forget it, you should pay attention next time."

After that, Shen Qingchen turned and left.

Seeing that Shen Qingchen had gone far away, Feng Ling sighed helplessly, rubbed her eyebrows and said.

"At least I'm self-conscious. If one day I'm really possessed, I'll see what you can do."

Outside the door, the white clothes suddenly a meal.

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…… I think the rhythm is a little fast?