During Ye Feng's observation, not only did the woman named Wan'er have no intention of harming Ren Xiaojin, but she was looking for an opportunity to chat with Ren Xiaojin. At first, Ren Xiaojin was still very reserved, but within a moment, the two of them were talking and laughing. From time to time, Wan'er even whispered to Ren Xiaojin, making Ren Xiaojin blush and giggle for a while. Plus the clothes were the same, really like twin sisters
Ye Feng didn't understand why the two people who had a tense relationship before became like this now. Rationality accounts for a large part of Ye Feng's worldview, so the situation in front of him is very unreasonable. For example, if you can't find the door after entering a room, this matter is unreasonable. As long as you can go in, it proves that the so-called door must exist, so the door definitely exists but you don't know it. This is rationality
But Ye Feng was relieved at this time. The other party had an absolute advantage, or to be frank, it was the struggle just now. Ye Feng has already lost, completely lost.
Kindness to the enemy on the battlefield can only be shown after victory, otherwise it is hypocrisy, which will kill yourself and your comrades. At this moment, Ye Feng, who is the loser, has not been killed by the other party. Although he is the only victim so far and is used as a cook, it also shows that Ye Feng and the others' lives are temporarily safe. But just when I let go a little, the belated pain came flooding back. He almost couldn't even hold the barbecue stick in his hand, and cold sweat was dripping down his body at the moment. It was thanks to Ye Feng's perseverance, otherwise most people would have fainted long ago.
Wan'er and Ren Xiaojin saw this scene from a distance. Ren Xiaojin just wanted to see how Ye Feng was doing, but grabbed her wrist to stop her.
Ren Xiaojin asked worriedly: "Sister Wan'er, is he okay?"
"Humph, he can't die. Whoever made him rude to me just now will have to suffer. My good girl, you are so worried about him," Wan'er said proudly at this moment.
"Oh" Ren Xiaojin seemed to have answered the question incorrectly, and Wan'er couldn't tell what she was thinking.
"You really like him, right?" Wan'er looked at her carefully, "But it seems like you haven't slept together yet."
Ren Xiaojin instantly blushed as if she was about to bleed, and cursed in her heart for being unfair.
Wan'er saw everything in her eyes and sighed, "He is also very good to you." As she said that, she spread out the palm that had just grabbed Ren Xiaojin. There was actually a trace of burnt smoke on it, and she was slightly injured. It was obvious that the Yuanqi shield just now recognized Wan'er's behavior as an attack and counterattacked on its own.
"The strange silver-white power shield on your body should come from him. It's called Yuan Qi, right? It smells like his blood."
Wan'er looked at her hand, "It seems that the 10% certainty he just said was not false. This Yuan Qi should be able to buy you three seconds." She looked at Ren Xiaojin.
"If you add him risking his life to entangle, you should be able to gain a total of seven or eight seconds. You should have a back-up that can travel through space. You just need to free up time."
"..." Ren Xiaojin looked away.
Wan'er smiled and said, "It doesn't matter if you don't want to say it."
He sighed again and said: "There is a knot in his heart. No woman can get in until he untied it himself. If I guess correctly, I don't think he has ever said anything like he likes you to you."
"Yes... yes, if I could be as smart and beautiful as sister Wan'er, it would be different," Ren Xiaojin said, seeming to feel inferior.
"Silly girl, what's the difference? He said personally that you are a woman a hundred times better than me." Wan'er was about to touch Ren Xiaojin's head but then remembered the smoke just now, and retracted her hand in embarrassment. "Even if he has never expressed his feelings to you, he is willing to protect you with his life. As a woman, what else can you ask for? He knows every good thing about you, but his stubbornness is too strong. If I guessed correctly, that woman died for him."
Ren Xiaojin looked at this sister Wan'er with slight surprise. How could she know so much
"You don't have to look at me like this. It's because of my talent that I'm very compatible with Qingyi." Wan'er said with a smile.
"So I know exactly what you are thinking right now. I didn't use charm on you just now. You just came here on your own. Don't you just want to know how to win him down?"
At this moment, Ren Xiaojin quietly pulled down his peaked cap.
"It's useless even in my current state. External objects and beauty have long been unable to affect him."
"Do you think your little boyfriend is like the two big pig hooves behind us?" Wan'er pointed at Jiang Yu and Fatty behind her. At this moment, the charm spell was still not released. The two people are now behind like puppets. Jiang Xin was put into a tent to rest.
"I know what you are worried about. I will let them go when you are relieved, but not now. I don't want them to ruin my mood." He slowly stood up and pinched his hair with his green fingers.
"Hey, the cook isn't feeling well yet. My aunt is starving to death." Wan'er asked in a distant voice.
"..." Ye Feng really wanted to turn the table over at this moment.
. . .
After handing the roast chicken to the two women who now seem to be sisters and best friends. Just as Ye Feng was about to sit far away, he heard Wan'er say, "What's the matter with just food? Give me a fairy sword dance with your own music. Don't pretend, I know your right hand is fine."
Ye Feng: "..." His whole body was shaking, but he finally loosened his clenched fists.
A moment later, to Ren Xiaojin's disbelief, Ye Feng was wearing a white gauze shirt, with waist-length hair blowing in the evening breeze. Under the moonlight, he had a face that would make any woman feel ashamed. As the saying goes, the beauty of the country and the city is astonishing to the heavenly immortals. Then a sweet female voice with an ethereal voice that makes people so intoxicated: "The track is not called a hero." Ye Feng made a sword trick with the jade finger of his left hand and flicked the sword in his right hand. The prelude began. Ye Feng danced with it, quietly and gracefully. The sound of the sword blade flying through the air coincided with the rhythm. The white sword tassels followed the sword body. The dance is like an elf lingering around Ye Feng. It was still the ethereal female voice singing
"I pinned the sunset to my lapel, and the afterglow gave me an old horse to lead. I was passing by the people in Yancun Village, just like the flowers were flying in my hometown..." The blade of the sword shook slowly in the wind, as if in response to the singing.
"I have folded flowers to the south of the Yangtze River. I am always as passionate about the spring breeze and red wax as I am. I love the world in a romantic way." Flowers fell from nowhere in the sky and gathered around Ye Feng, like countless butterflies, spreading their wings slightly and dancing to the song. dance
"The romance never grows old, playing the cymbals and singing songs makes me live my youth. I'm free to go. Just being a madman doesn't mean I'm a knight." After the song and dance, Ye Feng returned his sword and stood sideways, took out a small flask, raised his head and drank it, the wine flowed down his jade neck. Stay, wet your clothes, squinting eyes with phoenix eyebrows and dark eyes, full of local charm, more beautiful than ever before
Wan'er originally just wanted to tease Ye Feng, but now she and Ren Xiaojin were as fascinated by it, and they whispered in unison: "It's so beautiful!"
"..." Ye Feng no longer wants to lift the table, he wants to die
