Chapter 685: Sorry, I am late

Leng Yihan rushed to the mountain behind Fengshen, the place that was closed by him for three years.
"Is it here?" Baitan frowned, glancing at the hot water pool in front of her.
I haven't known about a hot spring here for such a long time in Fengshen, but it seems that this hot spring has not been used for a long time, and the moss on the side has grown a thick layer.
Lan Yuyu took a turn and didn't see anyone. She was in a hurry. "No one here?"
The observed the next four weeks, frowning, "No one should have been here recently. If anyone comes here, the moss is so thick that it will definitely leave footprints."
Leng Yihan stood up, jumped directly over the hot spring, and flew forward.
Beavers looked at each other and followed immediately.
There is a steep mountain wall not far in front of the hot spring. Leng Yihan walked to the mountain wall and murmured, "She has never been here."
Since that time, he has been banned here. If anyone goes in, it will destroy the ban. He can feel it.
With a wave of Leng Yihan's hand, a cave appeared on the wall, and the cave was inclined. Even if there was no restriction, it would be difficult for anyone to find it.
Leng Yihan flew into the cave directly, and the beavers did not follow them out of respect.
There doesn't seem to be much change in the cave, but it has added some desolation. Coming here again, Leng Yihan's heart has mixed flavors. For this, he cherishes, but dare not face.
He seemed to understand why she had lost that memory, and he didn't even dare face it, let alone her.
Leng Yihan walked to the mossy stone bed, as if she saw the head and neck entanglement of two people three years ago. She was still so small and delicate like a snowdrop with buds to be put.
Thinking of Murong Xuefei, Leng Yihan's heart was dull and painful.
"Xue Er ..." he murmured and flew out of the cave.
Seeing Leng Yihan coming out, the beavers immediately greeted them, "how about it, inside?"
Although he said she had never been here before, they always had a glimmer of hope.
Leng Yihan shook his head anxiously.
The three frowned, and their countenances returned instantly.
"Where will she go?" Beaver frowned, with a little anxiety in her eyes.
Mo Beichen groaned for a moment, relieved, "Perhaps she did not restore her memory."
No one has been here, maybe not what they thought before.
"Then why isn't she in Bai Yufeng? There are broken tea cups in the courtyard. Will someone really take her away?" Baijue was anxious, according to Xue Fei's temperament, she should not lose her temper, it must be What happened?
"Cen Shufeng." Think of it, cold and easy to look up coldly.
"What?" Baitan frowned, and Xue Fei's disappearance was related to that Cen Shufeng?
Leng Yihan narrowed his eyes slightly. "It must be Cen Shufeng."
When he shouted outside before, everyone came out, even Yan Junxian came out, but he did not see Cen Shufeng, this should not be a coincidence.
Thinking of Cen Shufeng's bad attempt to Murong Xuefei, Leng Yihan's face became ugly in an instant.
"Cen Shufeng." Leng Yihan clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and ran towards Bai Yufeng with a look of desperation.
The beavers were also anxious, and they followed Leng Yihan eagerly together.
That Cen Shufeng was insidious and cunning, and he had always thought of Xue Fei. If it really fell into his hands, it would be unthinkable.
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ... when some people were in a hurry to return to Bai Yufeng, there were a few murmurs of harp in the open Houshan.
"It's the sound of a piano." The four stopped immediately.
Upon hearing the familiar piano sound, Leng Yihan's heart shuddered, "It's Phoenix Wu."
"Xue Er!" Leng Yihan flickered, and hurried towards the source of that piano sound.
Beavers followed them immediately.
At this time in the cave, Murong Xuefei originally wanted to call Fei Xuebing Yuqin to repel Cen Shufeng, but she was powerless, let alone using spiritual power, because it was very strenuous to pluck the strings.
Fei Xuebing Yuqin couldn't play a role, and Murong Xuefei was fortunate to hold the piano directly to Cen Shufeng's head.
Cen Shufeng was unbuttoning her clothes and was untiring, and then the piano smashed down, slamming, and his head was buzzing.
Cen Shufeng was instantly angry, he glared at Murong Xuefei, raised his hand to her face and slapped him.
With a crackling sound, Murong Xuefei's lips instantly slipped a hint of red. She stared at Cen Shufeng, her disgusted eyes had become hatred, "What do you want?"
Even though he was powerless, the voice was still very cold, and Cen Shufeng's anger was constantly going out.
Cen Shufeng smiled evilly, "Why, is it still obvious?"
Cen Shufeng approached again and wanted to continue to pick up her clothes.
When Murong Xuefei's eyes were cold, the piano on her hand turned again.
Cen Shufeng took precautions this time. Before Fei Xuebing Yuqin smashed over, she reached out and waved. Fei Xuebing Yuqin immediately fell to the ground and made a "hum" sound.
Seeing Fei Xuebing Yuqin fell to the ground, Murong Xuefei felt a little distressed, immediately got up and thought of picking up, but was suddenly pushed to the ground by Cen Shufeng.
Cen Shufeng grabbed Murong Xuefei's chin and grinned viciously, "I urge you to obey me obediently and to suffer less."
Looking at Murong Xuefei's jade-like face, Cen Shufeng moved his heart, and leaned enthusiastically toward the gorgeous red lips.
The suffocating strangeness struck again, and Murong Xuefei couldn't help vomiting.
"Wow!" All those dirty things sprayed onto Cen Shufeng.
"You ..." Cen Shufeng jumped up like a monkey instantly.
Although it was only clear water, Cen Shufeng was busy taking off his clothes.
Murong Xuefei ignored him and vomited thinly there.
Looking at Murong Xuefei, Cen Shufeng's interest just disappeared, but he did not intend to let her go.
He has loved her for so long, he must not just watch her stay with that cold and cold, and today he must get her person. Only in this way can she let him follow him desperately.
Cen Shufeng didn't care if Murong Xuefeishu was uncomfortable, he stepped forward and pulled her directly from the ground.
Murong Xuefei was originally weak, and then spit it like this, even more powerless to resist, the hand resting on his chest was also useless.
Cen Shufeng arrived at her on the stone wall and kissed the snow-necked neck he had coveted greedily. The sweet fragrance of the spleen swelled into the tip of his nose, which made his original suddenly reappear.
At this moment, he was like a ruthless teenager, unable to control himself anymore, eagerly kissing her snow neck, and eagerly pulling her clothes.
At the moment, Murong Xuefei's consciousness is becoming more and more confused. The hot feeling in her body like a tide makes her feel like she is in the desert, her mouth is dry and her head is completely blank.
So hot! This feeling that almost burned all her senses was so familiar. The originally blank brain suddenly burst into broken memories.
Who is the hot spring pool with hot steam, the warm and firm embrace of a man, the swaying hot spring water? She couldn't see anything, she just felt so hot, so hot that her body was about to crack.
The fragments in her mind kept changing like lightning, and she was about to suffocate when she flashed. She gasped desperately, everything in front of her became blurred, nothing could be seen or heard.
She seemed to be back in the cold and humid cave three years ago. There was also someone pressing her. She was weak and unable to move. She couldn't push him, she could only cry and begged. Please."
The hot tears fell on Cen Shufeng's face before he pulled back a trace of reason. He raised his eyes and looked at her pear-rained face, and his heart softened instantly.
"You are good, I will be gentle." He kissed the tears in the corner of her eyes with pity, with a rare tenderness.
Murong Xuefei's head is drowsy, who can't distinguish who is soft and gentle at the moment? It is even more unclear whether it is reality or memory.
The rush of heat, like that rushing craze, drowned her instantly, and she was desperately struggling to surface, but in the end, she could only sink deeper and deeper. Struggling and weak, she could only give up and let herself fall into that blood-red craze.
A cold and proud face appeared faintly in the blood-red craze. For a moment, she was crying like a child.
"Easy cold." She murmured, as if calling for her final redemption.
Cen Shufeng's body froze, and an angry fire burst into his eyes.
"Toasting without eating and drinking!" Cen Shufeng raised her hand suddenly and fanned her face fiercely, but before his approach, his men flew out.
"Xueer!" After throwing Cen Shufeng out, Leng Yihan immediately hugged Murong Xuefei who fell down.
Looking at her disheveled look, Leng Yihan's eyes were full of distress and killing.
Following Lan Yuyu and Mo Beichen who ran to the entrance of the cave, watching Murong Xuefei's wolf howling, he turned around consciously immediately.
Leng Yihan distressed Murong Xuefei's clothes, and took off her coat to cover her.
Looking at the palm print on her face, Leng Yihan was heartbroken.
He really hated himself. Now that he was just feeling uneasy, why not come to her immediately, he now wants to hack his heart.
"Sorry, I'm late." He hugged her tightly and kissed her forehead with guilt.
Feeling the unusually hot temperature on her forehead, Leng Yihan sank sharply, and her icy eyes shot at Cen Shufeng, "You not only dare to hurt her, you dare to give her medicine."