What kind of environment should I be in at this time? There is a fog in front of me. I have been searching for it for a long time but I can't find a way back. Where is the way? Who is counting on it? The world remains unchanged, lacking the necessary dreams and colors, and the sight is always just a white piece. What about the sky? What about the earth? What about insects, fish, birds, animals, flowers, plants, trees, and all the Creator's empowerment in this world with vitality and vitality? Everything disappeared without any news. The heart was empty and swollen, and the desire to roared madly turned into a light sigh when it came to my mouth. The huge feeling of at a loss swallowed the heart. At this time, all the language used for communication seemed to have become symbols for me to touch with my sad eyes, unable to say its paleness and powerlessness. It seemed to be trapped in a narrow space and unable to move. It was simply cursing the whole world!

A grand despair surged into my heart, and above the heart, it seemed like a long river was rippling, surging, reaching the sight, a vast ocean. Occasionally, undercurrents surged, and the impact made my heart feel a little painful. It was like a flower plate with sticky ink, tightly wrapped around myself, about to explode, and it was about to explode...

A deep tingling pain came from his chest. Suddenly, the clouds disappeared and the mist cleared, and the sky cleared. A ray of sunshine seemed to come from another world gently shone on Ye Wuchou's face, and the fair face reflected a soft and bold light.

Ye Wuchou slowly opened his eyes, and there was a hint of wetness in his bright eyes. His eyelashes flashed gently, and a clear pearl rolled down, leaving a crystal mark on his face.

Gently wiped away the tears, Ye Wuchou added his hands to his forehead and thought about it carefully. Why is this happening? In his dream, he was so crazy that his anger and despair seemed to fly and hit the tears, but he had no way to vent. He could only open his mouth in vain and let out a few helpless sighs.

When he was a child, his mother died early, and his father had no news after going out for business. After that, he began a wandering life. Although he had a playmate in wandering and helplessness, the loneliness that crossed thousands of mountains and rivers and crossed time still made Ye Wuqiu feel panic. That is, every time he sleeps on the streets, he will feel a heart-wrenching despair in his dream. When he wakes up from the dream, he can't stop the spread of sadness, and let the tears flow for a long time, so that he can gradually stabilize his emotions.

Alas, the morning sun will inevitably affect the light of the day. The sadness and joy of childhood are also a tone that is difficult to wipe or cover for the whole life.

Ye Wuchou breathed deeply, endorsing the stinging pain from the wounds in his body, slowly sat up, and looked around. He was sitting on a big white, soft bed, with a velvet quilt covering his body. His black robe had been removed, his muscles were strong, and his upper body was exposed, with layers of white veil from his right shoulder to his left armpit.

Wrapped the wound, and there were traces of red blood.

What surprised Ye Wuchou was that the arrangement here was gentle, fragrant and pleasant, and it was never dispersed. No matter how you look at it, it revealed a hint of elegance.

Ye Wuchou scratched his head. No matter how he looked, this place didn't look like a man's place! A hint of embarrassment surged on his cheeks, and he immediately wanted to get out of bed and leave the place. As soon as he moved, his body was slightly stiff, and the tingling sensation made her frown.

Fortunately, he reacted in time and protected his heart veins with a precious space talisman, which made the weapon pass through his heart. Otherwise, he might have been buried in some chasm at this time.

Thinking of this, Ye Wuchou's eyes flashed sharply, and he glanced at the still peaceful ring on his fingers, his face slightly soft. I wonder who saved me?

By the way, what about Huo Jie? Ye Wuchou gritted his teeth and endured the pain, turned over and got out of bed, put on his boots, and just about to go out, he heard the door of the room creaking and being pushed open.

Both of them were stunned.

"You, you're awake." The girl's white clothes are better than snow, her skin is as delicate as fat. Her eyes are lively and pretty, as if she talks thousands of words; her red lips are full and well-known, carrying a very charming charm. Her long hair is tied up, delicate and unique, with a brilliant silver pendant on her forehead, and her delicate nose bridge looks even more appropriate. At this time, the girl's cheeks fly up to the sun, making her look more beautiful and pitiful.

"You saved me?" Ye Wuqiu said.

"No, no, it was my brother who saved you." The girl said shyly.

"Brother?" Ye Wuchou frowned.

"Oh, my brother Huo Qiyong." The girl quickly explained.

"Huo Qiyong?" Ye Wuchou raised his tone, which scared the girl.

"Do you know your brother?" The girl looked like an unfamiliar child, as if she was afraid of life.

He lowered his head slightly and secretly looked at Ye Wuchou with only the light from the corner of his eyes.

Ye Wuchou secretly found it funny, but the current situation is not clear yet, and many things are still to be explained. It is obviously not the time to make fun of it.

"Since you are Huo Qiyong's sister, then what is this?"

"This is my room." At this point, the girl blushed even more, lowered her head, and did not dare to touch Ye Wuchou's bright eyes.

"I'm not talking about this, it's here!"

"Where are you talking about here?"

After a while of verbal trouble, Ye Wuqiu saw that his eloquence and her IQ made her understand that he was really incompetent, so he gave the girl a blank look, and the ninja stinged and rushed towards the door.

"Oh, your injury has not healed yet, don't move around casually... Where are you going?" The girl followed Ye Wucho anxiously and followed Ye Wuchou.

Ye Wuchou stopped, turned around, and looked at the girl strangely. Seeing Ye Wuchou's eyes, the girl suddenly became quiet, her big eyes wandered around, and her autumn waves were full of energy.

Looking at the somewhat silly but really cute girl, Ye Wuchou's face suddenly appeared with a faint smile, like the water in the small pond was circling with a small bluestone, like the bright sun in the south was rippling with ripples due to a breeze.

He pushed the door open, Ye Wuqiu pointed outside and smiled and said, "I'm asking where is this."

The girl suddenly realized: "This is Huojiazhuang."

"Huojiazhuang? Huo Jie's home is here?" Ye Wuchou asked.

"You mean Brother Huo Jie," the girl Zhan Yan smiled, and Wen Er Ruchun. "He is recovering from another place."

When Ye Wuchou heard that Huo Jie was safe, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then smiled at the girl and said, "Ask you the last question."

"Um?"

The girl looked serious, her big eyes were like stars in the cold night, emitting a lovely light.

"May I have your name?"

"My name is Huo Lingchang."

Huo Lingchang and Ye Wuchou slowly chewed on the name. They were gentle, lively, pleasant and comfortable. This name was perfect for her.

Next, Ye Wuchou moved to the edge of the bed, lay down again, and smelled the faint fragrance of the quilt, and a trace of beauty appeared in Ye Wuchou's heart.

He shook his head gently, and a handsome smile appeared at Huo Lingchang's shy gaze. The girl suddenly felt like a frightened deer, with a face covered with Tongxia, turned around and ran away.

"Am I so scary?" Ye Wuchou smiled and shook his head, then a trace of complexity flashed through his eyes.

He didn't ask Huo Lingchang any more. What should come will always come, and what should go is useless to force anything. Life is helpless, and learning to endure everything in life will also learn to be happy.
Chapter completed!