Chapter 1279 Take Root and Sprout

In the side hall, Feng Chen and the master of the realm chatted while drinking.

Not long after Chu Xu left, the Landlord looked at Feng Chen apologetically while playing with the wine glass and said, "Little friend Feng, please don't be offended by what happened today!"

"I didn't take it to heart!" Feng Chen said lightly.

He added mentally, because they were all going to be tortured.

The Lord of the Wild Land was relieved after hearing his words. He was afraid that Feng Chen would be disgusted with today's events, and there would be gaps in cooperating with Chu Xu.

However, the Landlord of the Wild Desolation didn't expect that Feng Chen was plotting the matter between Chu Xu and Hong Luan. Instead, he took it for granted that Chu Xu made such a move in order to gain the support of the Hong family.

"Recently, I also want to retreat for a few days, so I don't need the company of the three princes for the time being." Feng Chen raised his head and said.

The Lord of the Desolate Realm sighed inwardly. It seemed that Feng Chen's sense of Chu Xu had deteriorated, but he didn't want to force it.

"Okay, Xiaoyou Feng, just go for seclusion. After you and girl Yu leave the seclusion, we will slowly discuss how to deal with the branch of the Yinhun Temple."

Feng Chen nodded: "Okay!"

Judging from today's events, the Lord of the Desolate Realm has nothing to do with the Hong family and Chu Xu's affairs, let alone know the inside story, but Feng Chen still doesn't plan to tell the story of Yu Qingqian's ghost face magic.

He still needs to collect more evidence.

The two drank and chatted for a while, and Feng Chen left the side hall.

Chu Xu was more thoughtful, even if he suspected that what happened tonight was planned by Feng Chen, he still let Chu Ruo stay and send him back.

Back in the bedroom, Feng Chen walked to the bedside after washing, quietly looked at Yu Qingqian who was still unconscious, held her hand tightly and kissed her again and again.

"Qianqian, today I..." Feng Chen recounted what happened tonight, put Yu Qingqian's hand on his lips, and kissed him again.

Feeling that Yu Qingqian's body was much colder, and his face became paler, Feng Chen endured the soreness in his heart and the painful pain, hugged her tightly in his arms, and kept calling "Qianqian!"

The temperature was transmitted from Feng Chen's body to Yu Qingqian's body little by little.

Yu Qingqian's consciousness was no longer clear, and she was deeply immersed in the dense screaming and strange sounds. The barrier established by the effect of mental power was constantly impacted by the ghost face, and it was much weaker.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, Yu Qingqian's soul also dimmed a lot.

Yu Qingqian seemed to be immersed in darkness, imprisoned in an airtight manner, her consciousness sank little by little, as if she was about to disappear at any moment.

Suddenly, a sad and firm magnetic male voice penetrated into the darkness, like a Sanskrit voice pulling back her sinking consciousness.

The sea of ​​consciousness, which was already blank, was awakened by this familiar voice, and the scenes from birth began to form images and played back in his mind.

Yu Jing, Feng Chen, Sheng Moran, Feng Li and other figures continuously formed a vivid picture scroll in Yu Qing's sea of ​​shallow knowledge.

Suddenly, Yu Qingqian's soul, which had been dimmed a lot, regained a gleam of brilliance, and his spiritual power, which was weakened by the impact, quickly re-condensed, becoming thicker and stronger, and directly made the screaming The ghost face pressed back.

"Qianqian! Qianqian!"

Following the call with deep love and heartache, Yu Qingqian subconsciously wanted to grasp something, and the stagnant wood-type supernatural power gradually spread all over the body to repair it, re-rooted and sprouted ready to break out of the ground at any time.