Chapter 1967: Morning wind, kiss me!

Silk shines into the eyes of the Feather of the Feather of the Moon, and then she feels that her mouth is opened, and a sweet spirit flows down her throat and flows into the body.
Slowly, she woke up in a coma.
"Who, who saved me!"
The Feather of the Moon slowly opens the tired eyes and looks at the strange environment around them. The brain consciousness gradually recovers.
"It's him... How could it be him? How could he appear here and save me?"
When the feathered lady looked at her side and stared at her own morning wind, she opened her beautiful eyes and revealed an incredible color.
And her heart, there is a hint of confusion.
She never dreamed that, in the life and death of her life, it would be Ye Chenfeng to save her life.
"You wake up!"
Looking at the Feathermoon Lady who woke up in a coma, Ye Chenfeng showed a faint smile.
I don't know why, Ye Chenfeng looked at the contour of the face of the Feather Moon, and suddenly felt a little familiar, and the inner heart produced an inexplicable feeling.
But in the sense of the brain, Ye Chenfeng felt that the face of the Feather Moon should cover a layer of illusion light, covering up her true appearance.
The light of this illusion should come from the three young stones.
"Who is she? Why do I feel so familiar, it seems like I met!"
The more the Ye Chenfeng looks, the more familiar he is, the more he feels familiar, the speedy deduction of the brain, the desire to penetrate the illusion on the face of the Feather of the Moon, to see her true.
Feeling the gaze of Ye Chenfeng's gaze, Yu Yue's virgin is inexplicably nervous, struggling to sit up, but found that the injury is far more serious than his own imagination, and gently move it, it will be painful, the whole body meridians There is a tearing pain in the internal organs.
"Your injury is very serious, it is best not to move, I will try my best to cure you!" Looking at the corner of the mouth, a feast of the moon, Ye Chenfeng said with concern, handed her a Planting the grass, let her take the healing.
"Ye Chenfeng, how come you are here?" Yuyue Shengqi tried to calm herself down, took down the grass, stabilized her body injury, and quietly looked at Ye Chenfeng.
"I found this by chance!" Ye Chenfeng said vaguely: "What about you? How did you come here?"
"I am like you, unintentionally found here!"
After finishing, the Feather of the Feast of the Moon resumed silence, sitting cross-legged on the ground and silently healing.
"Saint, do we know?"
Looking close to Yu Yuesheng, Ye Chenfeng suddenly asked.
"Know!" There was a slight fluctuation in the body of the Feather of the Feather of the Moon. The corner of the mouth was not consciously tilted: "Are you not the brother of my son Yue Yeming?"
"No, I mean, did we know it? A long time ago!"
Feeling the faint volatility of the Feather Moon, confirming the speculation in Ye Chenfeng’s heart and continuing to ask.
"I don't know!"
The Feather of the Moon shook his head and said it.
"Can you listen to me telling a story?" Ye Chenfeng said silent for a few seconds.
When he finished, he did not care about the opposition of the Feather of the Feast of the Moon, and met him with the moon in the world of fighting, knowing that the process of love came out...
"My wife once said that one day I will fly to the virtual world and continue the frontier. Do you say she will deceive me?"
"I don't know..." The Feather of the Feather of the Moon has been silent for a long time, and spit out three words.
"Why? You are really going to lie to me?"
Ye Chenfeng gaze at the slightly flustered eyes of the Feather of the Moon, and said loudly.
"Ye Chenfeng, are you confessing the wrong person? Who is the singer?" The Yueyue maiden instantly returned to normal, the voice was cold, and there was a trace of pride.
"Nishang, you don't have to pretend, I have seen through your true face!"
Under the sensation of the gods, Ye Chenfeng finally saw through the true face of the Feather of the Feather of the Moon, and she was the wife of Ye Chenfeng’s wife.
"I said, you admit the wrong person, I am not a singer!" Yuyue Shengyue shook his head and said coldly.
"Nishang, have you forgotten the original words? I have done what you said, isn't this enough?" Ye Chenfeng clenched his fist and shouted.
"These words, you should ask your wife, not me!" Yu Yuesheng slowly closed her eyes and said mercilessly: "I want to heal, I hope you don't bother me to heal."
"Nishang, I don't know what you are scrupulous about, but the sky is falling, our husband and wife are together!" Ye Chenfeng pressed hard and said, biting his teeth.
Silent...
"Nishang, you know that in order to come to the virtual world to find you, I will die forever!"
Silent...
"Nude, do you really forget me? Forgot all!"
Silent...
How to tell Ye Chenfeng that the Yueyue saints who have been treated with knee-high knees have remained silent.
When the Yueyue Virgin responded to the leaf morning wind with indifference, she suddenly felt that Ye Chenfeng rushed over to herself, and there was a fluster in her big eyes, and she instinctively wanted to resist.
But her injury was too serious, she couldn’t struggle with Ye Chenfeng’s arms, and he was shackled in his arms.
The next moment, Ye Chenfeng pushed the feathered Virgin to the ground and kissed the soft lips of the moon.
"Hey!"
The four lips meet, the moon of the Feather Moon is blank, and a familiar and overbearing breath spreads across her lips, impacting her heart.
Feeling the heat of Ye Chenfeng's body, listening to the strong heartbeat in his body, the feathers of the Virgin are instantly tight, instinctive resistance.
But the morning of the morning is too tight, so that the two groups of the Yuyue's chest are straight and soft and completely deformed, breathing is difficult, and they can't break away from the arms of the morning wind.
With Ye Chenfeng's kiss getting more and more forceful, the blockade in the mind of the Feather of the Moon is a little broken, and a lot of dust-filled memories are pouring into her mind. Her resistance is getting weaker and weaker. It is also a little bit melted by the arrogance of Ye Chenfeng.
When the Feather of the Feather of the Moon feels that he is about to melt, when it is about to suffocate, Ye Chenfeng stops this powerful kiss and lifts her up from the ground.
"Nishang, do you think of me?"
Looking at the cheeks reddish, his eyes softer and softer, the short-lived feast of the moon, Ye Chenfeng greeted her eyes.
"Morning wind, you know, you and I recognize, you are very likely to be dead!"
The memory blockade is broken, and the Feathermoon Lady can no longer hold the inner feelings, gently biting the wet lips.
"I said, the sky is falling, we are together, no one, nothing can stop us from being together!" Ye Chenfeng shook his head, overbearing and strong.
"Do you really think about it?" Feather of the Moon is constantly choosing: "Losing me, you may have more."
"No, I lost you, I just lost everything, even if I have the whole universe, it doesn't make sense!" Ye Chenfeng shook his head and said it.
"Morning wind... kiss me!"
Ye Chenfeng’s overbearing and warmth completely melted the Yueyue Virgin, letting her abandon all her concerns, stretch out the silky and slender arms, entangled her neck and kissed her. .
There was a tight embrace, and the two kissed each other again.
This time, they kissed it so warmly, so arrogant, so forgetful, as if you want to vent your thoughts for hundreds of years between your lips.