Chapter 392: Raiders the old virgin seven hundred years ago

Scenery's eyes are shining brightly, "Then when did you start to like me?"
"I do not know either."
In Xuanmen, he is a serious senior. Except for the little junior who always asks for him, he will find him, and will run away angry when he sees it. No junior and senior are willing to approach him. Qing is too young, and because of this, he rarely talks with people. He just practice diligently every day to pass the time. The exchange with scenery is an accident. It is undeniable that this makes him find it in boring days. Had some fun.
Gradually, he took out the Cold Abyss Sword more and more times. He liked the relaxed feeling when talking to her. Even if he seldom speaks, because of her lively temperament, she will never be cold.
Fang Yue thought he regarded this girl named Fengjing as a friend, until she was injured in the town demon tower, she appeared inexplicably before his eyes...
Because of the serious injury, he didn't see her clearly. Then, in the conversation between the juniors and disciples, he heard them mention this mysterious woman. Their evaluation of the scenery will always have only one sentence at the beginning: She is really beautiful.
It was at this time that Fang Yue realized that his mood was wrong, because he felt a trace of secret jealousy.
They were jealous that they could see her face clearly, that they could criticize her unscrupulously, and he, the most respected elder brother of the Xuanmen, was a model of the disciples of the Xuanmen, he would never be able to express himself so generously to one The girl developed a good impression.
Even when Xuan Qing handed the sword spike to him, he was even more jealous when he held the sword spike in his palm, even though he still had a calm and gentle expression on his face.
He who had never moved his mind suddenly noticed that he fell in love with this girl.
But then, he felt desperate.
They are people of two worlds.
Seeing that he suddenly became silent, Feng Guang stretched out his hand to cover his face, gently stroked the corner of his beautiful eye with his thumb, and muttered, "Fang Yue, what's wrong with you?"
"Scenery..." He grabbed her hand on his face, gently rubbed her smooth and white catkins, his eyes dimmed indifferently, "I'm scared, if you disappear like the last time This world is over, what should I do?"
As soon as the scenery stayed, she couldn't answer this question either. This traversal was different from the traversal that the system king gave her, and could not be controlled freely. Maybe it was tomorrow, that is, after a quarter of an hour, she would return to her own world.
This question is indeed too heavy.
The more Fang didn’t like her distressed appearance, he grabbed her hand, placed it on his lips, and gently pressed a kiss on the back of her hand,
It’s okay, even if the scenery returns, I will work hard. I will find a way to find you in your world, when the scenery is waiting for me, okay?"
"Okay..." Scenery avoided his wound, hugged his waist, buried his head on his shoulder, and took a deep breath.
The easiest thing to say is often difficult to do.
For example, she is now constantly calling the system monarch, but there is no response in her mind.
The more Fang liked her being so close to him, his heavy mood just improved a lot. The tip of his nose was lingering with her body fragrance, which made him feel satisfied, "Scenery, sorry."
"Why are you sorry to me?" Her voice was soft, as if she was going to fall asleep, too. Today, she was fighting with all her strength and the old man, and now she was really tired when she lay down.