My long stream is you

Chapter 770 What is the surface (28)

Pen?What pen?

The fur ball swept around, and saw the closed moon and sunset on the ground that was a few circles larger than ordinary brushes.

"Meow!"

Feng Fu couldn't understand cat language, but could feel Mao Qiu's hostility.

Distraught, he could only suppress his emotions and explain, "If you want to save her, pick it up."

The fur ball meowed, and took the pen over.

Feng Fu took the pen, paused on the wound, and picked up Mo Xi.

"Find a place where it doesn't rain."

"Meow!"

Located in the middle of the continent, there were no caves to be found. Fortunately, there was an abandoned wooden house in the woods. Feng Fu entered through the half-broken door with the person in his arms.

He picked up the pen again, tore off a relatively clean cloth from his clothes to wipe off the water for her, and took a deep breath to keep himself from being overly emotional.

He didn't want to happen the first time.

Mao Qiu stood by and watched, unexpectedly silent.

The non-stick pen tip was slightly darkened by blood, and it gently slid across the broken face.

Feng Fu's gaze was serious, seeming to be softer than before.

With such a large area, it must have been painful at that time.

He had wanted to help her change her appearance a long time ago, but after several trials, she always showed a completely indifferent expression, so he didn't speak.

What should she look like?
There was no model, but Feng Fu had one in his mind.

Just like in his dream.

Her fate has always been a point of curiosity for him, and he has never heard of the possibility of Gusha's fate being suppressed.

But even if it can be suppressed, it can't change the fact of this fate, and in order to keep her life, this fate must be changed.

Feng Fu felt it carefully, and suddenly concentrated.

what is this?
boom -

There was a thunder outside, and the dazzling light was so dazzling that it was like lightning striking the wooden house.

While illuminating the sky, it also affects the sight of the people in the house.

"uh-huh!"

Feng Fu seemed to have been hit hard, and the pen in his hand fell to the ground uncontrollably, but he didn't have the strength to pick it up.

There was still roaring outside, and lightning seemed to surround the land, giving it a tingling feeling.

The embarrassed son was still unparalleled in beauty, with a surprised expression on his face.

how come?He clearly did not make a mistake, why...

Feng Fu looked at his hand, picked up the pen and wanted to start again, but his hand was shaking unsteadily.

Is it God forbid?
Feng Fu was frightened by his guess.

Suddenly, he remembered the flash of white light before.

Mo Xi's method of killing the Great Elder was unusual, could it be a heaven-defying technique?

But why even he, an irrelevant person, was affected.

Mao Qiu watched for a while, then said to Feng Fu, "Meow meow."

Forget it, this is God's punishment, you can't change it anymore, if you change it again, you will be against God, and neither of you will survive.

Feng Fu was taken aback for a while by the strange voice coming from his ear, before confirming, "You are the one talking."

Furball rolled his eyes.

"Meow." It's not me, don't you still talk to yourself.

"What kind of punishment are you talking about?"

"Meow meow." Don't worry about it, it's not something you can touch anyway, you should have died in today's calamity, and the divination and predictions show that you have no chance of surviving, she used a special method to help you against the sky Only by changing one's fate will the punishment of heaven come.

"In addition to skin painters, are there any other means in this world that can change one's fate against the will of heaven?"

Feng Fu was shocked, he only knew that the painter could change his life, but he thought it was the only one.

Mao Qiu rolled his eyes, [How is it possible, there is only one painter in this world that is the limit of tolerance. 】

(End of this chapter)