Villain: The memory is exposed, and the heroine risked her life to accompany her

Encounter is an art of pretending to be stupid.

Bai Wuxia knew that Lin Feng was a monk, and an extremely powerful one.

She knew better that Lin Feng knew that she was a monk.

The injury of a sprained ankle is not a threat to her at all.

However, she still let Lin Feng support her until she reached the river bank, on the stone bench made of bluestone.

At the moment when Lin Feng embraced her and put her in his arms.

Bai Wuxia's heart was beating loudly.

Like a deer running wild in the mountains.

It was also like Lin Tao who was blown by a strong wind and kept shaking.

Her heart was moved, and this was the first time in her 17 years.

This heartbeat cannot be stopped, nor can it be suppressed.

It's as if she went to the Zixia Fairy Temple to pray by a ghost tonight, as if arranged by the invisible hand of fate.

Sitting side by side with Lin Feng on the stone bench.

The gap between the two of them silently narrowed, mottled the light reflected by the lanterns on both sides of the street.

Bai Wuxia's eyes trembled, and he looked forward speciously.

The sound of heavy breathing is the accompaniment, the beating of the heart in the chest is the drumbeat, and the eyes that secretly poke at the face covered by the mask are the protagonist.

Compared to the shy Bai Wuxia, Lin Feng is a bit shameless.

He pretended to be confused with understanding, and looked at Bai Wuxia with concern, his eyes were full of pity, without the slightest bit of shame that a culprit should have.

"How about it, does your ankle still hurt?"

As soon as these words came out, all the monks on the ruins of the Tiangong immediately showed Sima's face collectively!
"Lin Feng! You are so shameless! You were the one who made the blue brick, and you asked someone else if their sprained ankle hurts! I have never met someone like you!"

"Shameless! Disgraceful!"

"How angry! Since ancient times, sincerity can't be kept, only routines win people's hearts!"

"If I had the Emperor of Heaven with a thicker skin than the city wall, how could I not have a Taoist companion today!"

"It's disgusting! It's so shameless, I really want to hit him!"

The monks roared, most of them were men, and a few of them were women who were unwilling to be troublemakers and liked to be funny.

Lin Feng's voice was neither too loud nor too soft, but the air that should reach the ears did not fall at all.

Bai Wuxia's ears turned red.

The man sitting next to her didn't talk about martial arts, he gathered his energy into a thread, and used his supernatural ability recklessly.

But Bai Wuxia, who knew it well, didn't point it out.

The feeling of being blown on the base of the ear was a little irritating and comfortable, and she wanted to continue.

Forcibly suppressing the trembling in her voice, Bai Wuxia showed all the restraint a girl should have, nodded slightly, and said something against her will.

"Well, it's much better. Let's take a rest and go."

Lin Feng nodded, then stretched his hand towards his face, making a gesture to take off the mask.

The days of traveling with Jian Shui'er, and the encounter in Niping Lane not long ago made Lin Feng understand how lethal his face is to women.

Previously, he used the exquisite half-face mask on his face, and with the help of the deliberately created "hero saving the beauty" plot, he had already filled up the mystery of Lara.

If he didn't take off the mask on his face at this time, Lin Feng wouldn't have a clear mind and a high level of comprehension.

From the corner of the eye, Bai Wuxia caught a glimpse of Lin Feng's hand reaching out. Driven by curiosity and controlled by the increasingly intense throbbing in his heart, Bai Wuxia narrowed his distracted gaze and focused on the face of the man beside him.

At the moment when Lin Feng dodged, spanned a distance of seven or eight meters, and grabbed her waist with incomparable precision before she could make a move.

Bai Wuxia already knew that her incomparably sprained ankle almost caused her to fall.

The culprit was the mysterious man in front of him with a mask and a charming smile.

Logically speaking, Bai Wuxia should be disgusted, even hated.

But there are so many things that are taken for granted between men and women.

When Bai Wuxia's gaze fell on Lin Feng's face covered by the mask, it met with Lin Feng's deep eyes.

The incomparably strong sense of fate washed away all the resentment, leaving only anticipation.

Now, Lin Feng has a tacit understanding to take off the mask, and Bai Wuxia of course cooperates actively.

Touching the silver resin mask with fingertips, he gently took it off.

After finishing this movement, Lin Feng took advantage of the situation and lay down on the back of the stone bench, so that Bai Wuxia could see it more clearly.

Take a good look... Bai Wuxia's eyes lit up, like stars hanging high in the night sky.

Beneath the veil, she blushed.

The billowing heat flowed on the face, blurring the alluring red mist.

"When I was young, I was just as careless as you. I often fell while walking."

Lin Feng designed a routine and started a conversation.

Seeing this scene, the monks outside the screen were about to grit their teeth!

"You were careless when you were young? You often wrestled? Are you lying to ghosts? Are you just a display of the unactivated Qingdi longevity body?"

"Shameless! How shameless! Is there anyone who forms a team with me? I want to beat him."

"The Emperor of Heaven is not only self-righteous in cultivation, but also the thickness of his skin is the only existence in the past and the present!"

"Bai Wuxia can't fail to see that the Heavenly Emperor is looking for something to say, can't he?"

"She shouldn't be interested in what the Emperor of Heaven said. If it's so boring, whoever picks it up is an idiot!"

The monks were furious and filled with righteous indignation.

They clearly knew that the result would be extremely tragic, but at this moment they still hoped that Bai Wuxia in the picture would ignore Lin Feng.

Even if he wants to answer, it will cost Lin Feng a little more tongue-in-cheek.

Otherwise, their hearts will be difficult to balance.

It's a pity that the two people in the picture are real Yangou.

In a glimpse, one made up his mind to take the girl down.

The other one, after seeing half of his face, decided that the man in front of him was extraordinary and destined to be.

"Really? You often sprain your feet too?"

Bai Wuxia asked a little, and she felt something approaching her, like the routines in the scriptures that are often used to deceive little girls.

However, instead of interrupting Lin Feng's spellcasting, she gave feedback and let Lin Feng continue.

She is full of anticipation!
Hearing Bai Wuxia's answer, he looked at the blushing and amused Bai Wuxia on the ruins of the Tiangong.

All the monks present are not well!

Boundless loneliness spread in the hearts of these monks, dyeing their world gray.

Some people took out the mirror and looked at themselves in the mirror. After looking at it for a while, they couldn't see that they were any worse than Lin Feng.

Some people reminisce about the past, recalling the words of the little girl who used to do tricks back then, and feel that they are a hundred times better than Lin Feng!
In an instant, everyone's eyes were burning with anger, and they looked at Lin Feng in the picture with extreme viciousness and viciousness, wishing to tear Lin Fengsheng apart.

"Fairy Bai is so confused! You can't even see through such a rough routine!"

"What the hell, I can do it myself!"

"Emperor of Heaven! You have ruined my life! If you die, I will fight you for [-] rounds!"

"The hatred of taking away my wife! We can't share the sky, I and the Emperor of Heaven are at odds!"