The woman who crawled away from the Haotian Sect that day was dangling in front of his eyes.

She left devastated, but she made him uneasy in return.

But he quickly calmed himself down and said in a hoarse voice: "So, how is your mother's condition now?"

"Fortunately, I'm just waiting for the life-saving medicine." Ye Zhikuang looked back at the frozen lake covered with a layer of thick ice, his eyes darkening.

The wind blew through her hair violently, causing her fair face to turn red.

Murong Fu stood up, took off his thick blue cloak, and gently draped it around the woman's body.

Ye Zhikuang's body trembled, and he turned back to look at Murong Fu, speechless for a moment.

"You should wear more clothes when you come out. Los Angeles is no better than in Dongcheng. The environment here is worse than in your hometown."

"Thank you." But she still took off his cloak and said, "Cultivators are not as fragile as ordinary people. The wind is just right. You'd better put it back on to avoid catching the cold."

"Hey!" Murong Fu did not take the cloak she handed him: "Look, he was so cold that his words were incoherent."

One moment he said that cultivators are not so fragile, and the other moment he said that he would be protected from the cold.

Who is vulnerable?

Ye Zhikuang's hand holding the cloak froze for a long time, biting his lip, and finally stood up, with his feet on the stone slab where they were sitting, stretched out his hands, and threw the cloak behind Murong Fu, swinging in the air.

Half of her soft body leaned towards him.

The unique scent of his body lingered in his breath, making people intoxicated.

She put his cloak back on his body and tied the two strings on the cloak for him.

The movement was a bit clumsy, because she had never done this before, and she didn't want to wear another man's clothes in front of another stinky man.

It's quite embarrassing to say that he didn't take it back after asking her to carry it for a long time. She could only help him put it on. If he dared to take it off and throw it on her again, she would definitely throw it into the icy lake.

go.

"Okay." Ye Zhikuang's face completely lost the shy expression when a woman wears a cloak for a man.

I just think this kind of thing is ordinary.

But it made the man who was bright and dark feel itchy.

One is because of envy, jealousy, and hatred.

The other reason was the joy of putting the hanging clothes on him with her own hands.

She jumped down from the stone slab and said, "It's too late, I'll go back first."

Just when she was about to turn around and leave, Murong Fu suddenly reached out and took her little hand.

She took a breath of cold air, quickly withdrew her small hand from his big palm, turned around, faced him, and took several steps back.

"Is there anything else?" she asked.

"If you want to go to Xianyuan Continent without the way of heaven, you need a teleportation space." He said calmly: "Do you have one?"

She smiled bitterly, turned her face away and said, "Looking for it."

"You... are looking for?" Murong Fu felt pity in his heart: "Can you do it?"

When he said that, it hit her heart deeply.

Are you okay?

If it weren't for Mo Junxie, would you be able to do it alone?

She turned around and looked at Murong Fu blankly, not knowing what to say for a long time.

Murong Fu chuckled: "Okay, go back, don't think too much."

She nodded, turned around and left the pavilion quickly.

But he knew it well.

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Murong Family Ancestral Hall.
Chapter completed!