Feng Qingyu's heart moved slightly. She originally felt that she was sleeping in a dense and warm cocoon and would not be attacked by any external force.
The low call at this moment seemed like a hand stretched out from thin air to tear her protective shell, making her feel a little frightened and angry for no reason...
She struggled hard for a moment, and suddenly slapped her out with a palm: "Get out!"
"Bang!" She didn't know what she was slapped on, and a low muffled groan came from her ear, and then her body felt cold, and the feeling like a hot spring suddenly disappeared.
She had a cold war, opened her eyes suddenly, and couldn't help but be stunned!
Di Shiyin was tilted to her side, and blood bleeded from her chest. She raised her hand to look at her hands, which were sticky and had some blood stains...
It turned out that the palm she had just released was hitting his injured part so hard that she was hit by her palm. Her palm was quite powerful, and the wound she had just sewn was actually blown open again by her.
Although Indra's face was still calm, his face was already so painful that it was pale.
"What are you doing so close to me?" Feng Qingyu slapped him with a slight guilt in his heart, but he couldn't help but scold him.
Indra took a breath slightly. He wanted to sit up, but his body was empty and he couldn't raise any strength at all. He smiled helplessly: "I'm a little cold, here is closer to the fire."
Feng Qingyu: "..."
Only then did she remember that Indra was bleeding a lot this time, and it was normal for him to be afraid of the cold.
But what happened to the warm feeling just now?
"You... were holding me just now?" she guessed.
Indra lowered his eyes slightly and said lightly: "It's still warmer for two people to sit together."
After she fell asleep, she shivered in her dream. It must be a little cold, so he barely approached her.
He wanted to hug her like he used to, but was afraid of waking her up, so he surrounded her with his body and avoided her being blown by the sea breeze and gave her a peaceful harbor with his body.
She was clearly in her arms, and she could hug her tightly after tightening her arms.
But he felt like he was separated by thousands of mountains and rivers. He tried hard to trek in her direction, but he could not touch a corner of her clothes anyway.
He couldn't help but sigh, calling out her name like a sigh, with a surging sweetness and bitterness in his heart.
This kind of emotion was something he had never tasted before, but when he was a little dazed, he was hit by her!
Judging from the strength of this palm, her skills have recovered a lot...
Feng Qingyu saw him lying there halfway. Although the clouds on his face were light and the cold sweat flowed down his temples, he knew that his palm was slapped hard.
An indescribable feeling arose in his heart, and he coughed: "How are you? It doesn't matter?"
"It's okay." Indra simply lay on his back: "Qingyu, you can use your skills now. Then meditate and run for two cycles, and you can completely transform the half of the fruit. You first embrace Shounyuanyi,
Let the mind power run the Ren and Du meridians..."
He said some of the key points she should pay attention to when meditating.