Flying Dust Chapter 77.2:
Outside the house is a little noisy, faintly hear the guests downstairs sound, hawking sound, but inside the house is very quiet. Mo Feichen likes this feeling, as if they are back to the Kun Yun Mountain Village on the small thatched cottage.
He reached out and stroked the corners of He Yunfeng’s forehead, feeling his body temperature.
“Yunfeng ……” Mo Feichen turned his head to look at He Yunfeng’s quiet brows, static panic enveloped his heart, he used the palm of his hand to lift up the other side of the face, over and over again called him by name, but he did not respond.
Mo Feichen held his wrist, He Yunfeng’s pulse was weak and his breath was scattered. Mo Feichen’s internal breath entered the sea of qi along his meridians, only to realize that the sea of qi was weak and floating, and the sword seed was declining, because the sea of qi seemed to have been seriously injured, making it impossible to condense the true qi to support the sword seed. Holding He Yunfeng’s body tightly, he sent all of his true qi in to fill the gap in the qi sea.
His heart was grabbed firmly and pulled to the throat, he could not imagine, if something really happened to He Yunfeng then what should he do?
Yunfeng… You can’t be not alright!
The time passed made people’s heart palpitating, Mo Feichen felt that the body of the weak man seemed to be connected with his own breath, until Mo Feichen’s qi channel were also closely followed by exhaustion and exhaustion, He Yunfeng’s eyes trembled, slowly opened.
“Feichen.”
Mo Feichen only felt that those wandering out of the body soul finally came back, he embraced He Yunfeng shoulders, “How can you be like this?”
He Yunfeng was silent, his fingers swept over the sweat on Mo Feichen’s forehead, and said softly, “Stay with me like this and don’t think about other things. Is it not good?”
“Not good.” Mo Feichen understood that He Yunfeng must have suffered a very serious internal injury, and its severity was no less than the time his sword seed was destroyed by Wu Liang, Great Monk . If Mo Feichen had suffered such injuries likened to He Yunfeng, he would have died on the spot, but not only did He Yunfeng return to the Central Plains, he still had the ability to use his sword, only because of the depth of his inner strength. But even his deep inner strength, qi of sea, suffered such a serious injury, inner strength will also be exhausted.
“You should know that I won’t be able to hold out much longer.” He Yunfeng said very calmly, but it was like a meteor falling into the sea, stirring up a thousand waves, leaving Mo Feichen stagnant and unable to move.
“What do you mean you won’t last long?”
He Yunfeng turned aside, slowly withdrawing from Mo Feichen’s body, but leaning against him, burying his head in his chest. This is the first time since Mo Feichen met him that he made a snuggling gesture towards him, not vulnerable but more tender.
“Look at you, what if I really can’t wake up this morning?” He Yunfeng smiled.
“Then I’ll sleep with you.”
“Idiot, that’s why I want you to choose Jun Wushuang or Lu Qingmo.” He Yunfeng lowered his eyes, “They can stay with you for a long, long time…”
Mo Feichen shook his head, “How did you get hurt?”
“It turns out that the blood-worshipping sect has passed down Eluoduo sword species from generation to generation, and has already had three sect masters, and Kemoluo is the fourth.”
Mo Feichen dumbfounded …Eluoduo was almost defeated by He Yunfeng and Luo Lianyun back then. Now that Kemoluo has obtained Eluoduo Sword Seed, besides that He Yunfeng’s Shi Ji Sword is not as powerful as before, and Luo Lianyun’s Sword Seed has fallen into Wen Qianliu’s hands, as long as Kemoluo takes full control of Eluoduo Sword Seed, who else in the world could stand against Komoluo once he had fully mastered Eluoduo Sword?
