Junior Disciple C

Chapter 126

There was a ruckus from the crowd as they were rudely pushed away, it wasn't loud, but it wasn't small enough that no one would have missed it.

But Feng Ye really didn't notice that the severe pain of his soul being torn apart by the resentful spirit caused his sanity to collapse several times. He lost the ability to see things, and he didn't even have much ability to think.

In this excruciating pain, his only remaining faith was to crawl forward, which was his only way to save himself.

His five fingers grasped the ground vigorously, and his fingertips were scratched by the sand and stones on the ground, bloody and bloody. He ignored it completely, and he mobilized every muscle in his body to fight against the ghost hand that bound him.

Blood flowed from the wound, the ghost hand was pale, but the blood was bright red, the two mixed together, shocking.

This scene was reflected in Hao Chen's eyes, and he was stunned for a moment, but the next moment, he took a step, and the crowd almost blinked, and saw Hao Chen coming to the man who was still crawling on the ground, ignorant of everything around him. around the unconscious.

Feng Ye's movement of crawling forward suddenly stopped. In his sea of ​​consciousness, an indistinguishable number of wraiths formed a huge swamp. Tens of thousands of pale ghost hands pulled him down, trying to swallow him completely. In the mud, the sun will never be seen.

He had already lost sight of the sun, and the resentment and evil spirit of the wraith infected his soul, filling his supposedly clean sea of ​​consciousness, and only the overwhelming darkness remained, and he was dying in the darkness.

But now, suddenly, there was a ray of light in the darkness. This light seemed to be approaching, and it became stronger and brighter.

It was as bright as a blazing sun, and it came with overwhelming force, tearing apart the darkness that covered the sky and the sun in the sea of ​​consciousness. Thousands of resentful spirits trembled and melted under this blaze.

Feng Ye stared at the light and was stunned. In the sea of ​​consciousness, he couldn't see the real thing, he could only see the soul. This blazing flame like a scorching sun was another person's soul.

Who can have such a powerful soul...?

Feng Ye's mind was in chaos, he couldn't figure out the answer to the question that should have been answered easily, he just stared blankly.

Watching the flame get closer, and watching those unwilling ghost hands still clinging to him being mercilessly destroyed by this powerful spirit.

The resentful spirits felt as painful when encountering this light as if encountering a high-temperature flame, but Feng Ye felt it was very warm. The soul of the other party approached him very gently, and hugged him carefully.

The ghost image disintegrated around Feng Ye, and after being burned by the flames, only a wisp of black smoke remained, dissipating in the sky and the earth.

The defeat was decided, and the resentful spirits made a final struggle before they died. They howled desperately, and their heart-piercing ghost cries tried to pierce Feng Ye's soul again.

But before Feng Ye could really feel the pain again, the voice in his ear had already overwhelmed the shrill ghost cries.

"Boom...boom...boom..."

Calm and powerful, this is the sound of a heartbeat.

He was held in someone's arms, with his ear against the other's chest.

The last attack of the wraith was also resolved, and it could only dissipate unwillingly.

Finally, in his sea of ​​consciousness, there was no more darkness.

Beyond the sea of ​​consciousness, he was finally able to see the scene in front of him clearly. He saw a person, a very familiar person.

"Hao Chen..." Feng Ye whispered the name softly, as if he was not sure, he even reached out to touch Hao Chen's side face.

The warm touch of the fingertips conveyed a positive message, it was really him.

"You're back..." Feng Ye's voice was very soft, getting softer.

When the last word came out, it was almost inaudible.

But Hao Chen still heard it. He has always been obsessed with cleanliness, but at this moment he completely ignored the dirty muddy water on Feng Ye's body, and hugged Feng Ye with all his strength. His eyes were red and his voice was hoarse: "I'm back..."

In the hoarse voice, there was deep regret. After all, he came back late.

Hearing Hao Chen's answer, Feng Ye showed a faint smile. He was unwilling to let go of his nerves even in the severe pain, and then he felt dizzy and dark.

But this time the darkness no longer caused him pain, he knew that there was someone who would guard him.

He fell into a deep sleep.

This sleep was very long, the pain on the soul is different from the body, wounds on the body can still be healed by medicine, but the wound on the soul can only be healed by itself.

And sleep is the most common and best way to restore the soul. I don't know how many days and nights I slept in the haze. When Feng Ye opened his eyes again, it was already midnight.

Although it was midnight, there was no darkness in his field of vision.

Feng Ye blinked, his astigmatic pupils slowly focused, and the scene in front of him became clearer and clearer. He could clearly see the light source, which was a candle placed by the table.

The candlelight illuminated the room, and Feng Ye recognized that this was the inn he had stayed in before, and he was lying on the bed in the inn.

Feng Ye calmed down, his memory slowly recovered with his sober mind, he remembered everything before, he was defeated by monsters and Ling Yun, bitten by thousands of ghosts, and rescued by Hao Chen.

Speaking of Hao Chen... A question suddenly popped up in Feng Ye's mind, where did this fish go?

Although it was doubtful, he felt directly that Hao Chen must be near him.

Sure enough, he just tried to move his arm, and suddenly felt that something was pressing on him.

Feng Ye looked sideways, and saw Hao Chen who was awakened by his movements.

The fish fell asleep holding him again.

Hao Shen's eyes were sleepy, but the moment he met Feng Ye's eyes, he quickly woke up.He suddenly sat up from the bed, and asked Feng Ye a series of questions: "Are you awake?"

"Is there anything else uncomfortable?"

"Want something to eat?"

Feng Ye stared at Hao Chen, but did not answer his question.

Hao Chen was stared at inexplicably, and asked in confusion, "What are you looking at me for?"

"You look good." Feng Ye replied with the corners of his lips hooked.

Hao Chen was taken aback by the words, he couldn't believe it.

What did Feng Ye say just now?Praise him for his good looks?

He is good-looking, yes, he has always felt that way, just as he is self-aware of his thick skin, he also has a deep awareness of his excellent appearance.

But speaking from Feng Ye's mouth, it was the first time in the world.

"What did you say? Say it again." Hao Chen couldn't believe it and even suspected that he had heard it wrong. This was not only the first time Feng Ye said he was good-looking, but also the first time Feng Ye praised him without any sarcasm. Ask Feng Ye for confirmation.

However, after the moment of hazy consciousness when he first woke up, Feng Ye slowly returned to his normal state. He turned his head and denied what he said just now: "I didn't say anything."

"You just said that I look good." Hao Chen directly pointed out Feng Ye's lie.

"Talking in a dream." Feng Ye insisted.

Hao Chen narrowed his eyes, the dragon was probably embarrassed.

It's clearly the truth, so there's nothing embarrassing about it.Hao Chen thought to himself.But he didn't expose Feng Ye again, he just followed Feng Ye's words and boasted: "I didn't expect that you always look good on me in your dreams."

Feng Ye: "..." I have never seen such a brazen person.

He was speechless for a moment, then slowly sat up from the bed.

His physical injuries were not serious, and he had been lying down for an unknown number of days, and his whole body felt uncomfortable, so Feng Ye wanted to stand up and move around.

He was only wearing his underwear, which was clean and comfortable.The clothes he wore before he passed out were soaked in dirty muddy water, but now he has changed completely, and there is no stickiness on his body, as if he has been scrubbed.

Feng Ye wisely didn't ask him about his experience when he was in a coma. He could imagine just by imagining that this slippery fisherman probably couldn't hold on anymore.

Hao Chen saw that Feng Ye seemed to remember, so he thoughtfully handed over the clothes he had prepared, and helped Feng Ye put them on.

During the dressing process, Feng Ye asked the question he was most concerned about right now: "How many days have I slept?"

"Five days and nights." Hao Chen counted on his fingers.

Feng Ye estimated the time in his heart, and when he regained consciousness, he relaxed a little, and there was still time.

The author has something to say:

Don't think it's short, learn to look at problems dialectically, think about what I planned to say, and see that there are [-] words, isn't it much happier?

Your landmines worked, and my conscience was blown up and out, and I felt shameless to face Jiangdong's elders without updating. (Although [-] words seems to have no face)