Chapter 705

Does Ah Ming fall asleep and can't hear her voice, or does he What happened?

Think of this possibility, Feng Yu heart suddenly came a sharp pain, stabbed her almost out of breath, face also bursts of white.

She turned to look at Li Huang under the bodhi tree, opened her pale lips and said, "Li Huang..."

Hearing her call, Li Huang's two empty eyes immediately lit up with a bright ghost fire, emitting a faint cold light.

He got up from the ground, walked slowly to Fengyu's side, sat down on his knees, and said in a heavy voice with shadow, "master, what do you want me to do?"

Feng Yu's throat moved, and her voice trembled. "Li Huang, I just called Ah Ming for a long time, but he ignored me. You've been with him these days. I want to ask you, is something wrong with him?"

When she left last time, she entrusted Ah Ming to them, but only Li Huang lived the longest. Therefore, if you ask him about Ah Ming, he should know something about it.

Li Huang shook his head, sighed and said, "the situation of master and little master is not optimistic."

"What do you say?"

Fengyu's voice was trembling. After hearing Li Huang's words, he had already brought a cry.

A kind of thick fear swept over her, which made her almost want to faint.

She completely did not dare to imagine, if a Ming has what three strengths and two weaknesses, what should she do.

"When the little master was in his mother's body, he was repeatedly injured. He was very weak in both soul and body."

Li Huang suddenly turned his head and looked at her. After a pause, he continued, "later, he fell down at the height of Luoyan mountain. The little master must have been frightened, and his soul root was shocked. He almost scattered completely."

"The soul root is the root of life. If the soul root of the little master can't be stabilized, I'm afraid it will be useless."

Feng Yu can't help but grasp Li Huang's wrist. His voice is a little excited and says, "how can it be like this? Li Huang, since you know, why didn't you tell me earlier? "

It's her. Is Ah Ming's soul going to disperse?

Because she made him fall from the height of Luoyan mountain.

Li Huang's eyes fell on Feng Yu's wrist and said in a heavy voice, "little master, I just thought of that."

After chatting with the little master, he realized all this, but the little master asked him not to tell her, so he didn't tell her.

But seeing her so sad and scared, he couldn't help telling her.

Because of these heartlessness, he finally broke his promise to the little master, and he failed to live up to his trust.

There was something bad in Li Huang's heart, but he didn't regret it.

"Sorry, I'm excited."

Fengyu suddenly let go of Li Huang's wrist. Her cheek was powerless and buried between her legs. Her shoulder was trembling slightly, as if she was crying.

Her body is so thin, Li Huang suddenly has a kind of impulse to hold her in his arms, but he did nothing, empty eyes quietly looking at her.

After a long time, he said in a quiet voice, "master, you don't have to be too sad. In fact, the soul root of the little master is not unstable."

Hear his words, Feng feather body suddenly a shock, she abruptly raises a head, a pair of eyes tears eyes hazy looking at him, can't believe of say, "what do you say? Does a Ming's soul root have a way to stabilize? "

Li Huang nodded heavily, eh.

Feng Yu was so happy that she cried. She felt that her dead heart seemed to be alive in an instant.

She sniffed, reached out to wipe the tears from her face, and said excitedly, "tell me quickly, what can I do?"

Seeing her so excited, Li Huang calmed down. He turned his head and seemed to be looking at the water of life. His voice was low and said, "Bing Ling Xue Yu, as long as the master finds Bing Ling Xue Yu and uses the power of Bing Ling Xue Yu to warm up the little master, then the soul root of the little master can be completely stabilized. This is the only way."

"Ice spirit snow jade..."

Feng Yu repeated it in a low voice, then looked up at Li Huang and said, "what is ice spirit snow jade?"

Li Huang shook his head and said, "I don't know, but I've heard the legend. It's said that the ice spirit snow jade is the combination of ice crystal, spirit Qi, snow flower and jade soul, which has the effect of condensing soul and nourishing soul."

"The body of the little master inherits the immortal blood of the master. Therefore, no matter how serious the damage is, it is not a problem. The real fatal thing is his soul root. Therefore, the first priority of the master is to cultivate the soul of the little master."

Feng Yu listens to Li Huang's words, but her eyes fall on a Ming's smooth eggshell. She vows in her heart that she must find Bingling Xueyu anyway.

No matter what the cost, she will never let Ah Ming have something to do.

＊Since returning to the imperial capital, Yun Yifan has been fighting with Hua Luan thoroughly. They don't know where they have gone all day. In short, Fengyu hasn't seen him for two or three days.

Of course, maybe it's the reason why Fengyu has been so worried that she didn't notice him.

Fengyu is thinking about Bingling Xueyu all over her heart, so that even if she lives in Shengwu department again, she doesn't even feel as if she is separated from the rest of the world, or some other feeling that she should have.

At first, long Zixuan was worried that she would think of those things when she came in. After thinking of them, she felt uncomfortable. However, when she saw that there was nothing unusual about her, she was completely relieved.

Then, because he left for a long time, he was very busy with the big and small affairs of Shengwu department. He went out early and came back late all day, so he didn't notice Fengyu's worry later.

It was not until he dealt with the important things and gave Ling Bai all the rest that he finally had time to breathe.

After finding Fengyu, he saw her sitting in a daze in the garden pavilion, even he didn't find his approach.

Long Zixuan pursed his lips, and his heart shrank subconsciously.

What was she thinking?

Did you think of the bad memory?

Would she suddenly regret being with him?

So thinking, he couldn't stand, strode into the pavilion, sat on the side of Fengyu's body, held her tightly in his arms, put his chin on her head, gently rubbed, and sniffed the fragrance of her hair.

Fengyu is pulled back from her own world. She reaches out her arm and hugs long Zixuan. Her small face rubs against his chest and closes her eyes.

Surrounded by his strong and familiar breath, her nervous tension, inexplicably relaxed.