Chapter 702

Fu Yunsheng's eyes flashed and he looked up at him.

Xie Yu's eyes were burning. He looked at the flowers blooming on his face and murmured, "Fu Yunsheng, you are blooming on your face."

Jizhu's light was very weak. In fact, it didn't shine very clearly, but Fu Yunsheng felt that he must have seen it very clearly.

Xie Yu holds the mackerel bead to approach slowly, then just to his eye son, "Fu Yunsheng, what is this?"

"Don't you see that already?" Fu Yunsheng looked away. A yellow petal fell from his cheek. It was light and light, like a feather.

Xie Yu looked at the slowly falling petals and felt that his heart was going to melt.

"How beautiful Fu Sheng sighed at the flower petals, but did not notice his strange eyes.

"Why do you have flowers on your face?"

"A lot of people say I'm a monster." Fu Yunsheng stiffened for a moment, slowly raised his hand, brushed the flowers on his face, watched the light yellow petals fall down, and said sarcastically.

"Monster?" Xie Yu holding the shark bead, slightly tilted his head and said, "but you don't have evil spirit. Why do you say you're a monster? Why don't you say you're an immortal?"

"Is there such a beautiful monster in the world?"

In fact, there are really beautiful monsters.

But Xie Yu felt that his fu Yunsheng must be better than all the monsters.

Fu Yunsheng was slightly stunned. The dark color flashed in his dark eyes. He looked at Xie Yu as if he were exploring, "aren't you afraid?"

"What's so terrible about it?" Xie Yu holds the mackerel bead and is upright.

[Ding: Fu Yunsheng's liking degree + 5, current total liking degree: 20.]

the fragrance seems to have gone away, and now it's lighter, much better than just now.

Xie Yu looked at the petals on Fu Yunsheng's face falling one by one, and then healed at the speed visible to the naked eye and turned back into smooth skin.

It was as if the blooming flowers on his face were his illusion.

"Can I light the light now?" Xie Yu put the shark bead back, yawned and asked.

Fu Yunsheng, with a gentle hum, stepped over the petals all over the ground and lit the lamp.

The room finally lit up.

Xie Yu looked at the petals all over the ground, slowly raised his eyebrows, "you lose to the night brush, and this has something to do with it?"

Fu Yunsheng stood in front of the lamp. The light orange light reflected his face. It was smooth and smooth. It was the most perfect face Xie Yu had ever seen.

Fu Yunsheng stood there silent for a moment and nodded, "when I look like this, my body will be very weak. When the night brush comes to see me, it's time to blossom."

Xie Yu snorted, "no wonder."

"I said he couldn't beat you. I couldn't beat you. How could he beat you?"

Don't know why, Fu Yunsheng heard a little pride from his tone.

Although only a little bit.

But...

it's so subtle.

"When did you start like this?" Xie Yu went over and sat down in front of him. He poured himself a cup of tea. Without drinking it, he put it in front of him and asked him.

His tone was very ordinary, like chatting.

"When I was very young." Fu Yunsheng's eyes flashed and sat down, but he didn't sit towards Xie Yu or look at him.

He seemed to be talking to himself. "I knew when I had a memory. I was different from others."

"Well." Xie Yu nodded thoughtfully and said solemnly, "it's really different from others."

Fu Yunsheng finally turned his head to look at him. His eyes were as calm as a lake. He was completely lifeless.

Xie Yu took up his cheek with both hands, then opened it, and showed a set of porcelain white teeth to him. "You are better than others, but you are more powerful than others. Can you be different from others?"

After that, he leaned back there and said lazily, "there are very few people like this in the world. I thought I was good enough, but I didn't expect you were more powerful than me, absolutely."

Fu Yunsheng moved his lip and looked back at the petals all over the ground.

The light yellow is reflecting the light luster under the candle fire.

The room is full of their fragrance.

In the past, Fu Yunsheng always hated them.

Because of them, he has been locked up by his mother, he has not been able to go out to meet people, he has been short of food and clothing, and has been sitting in the dark room for day after day while others are practicing immortal and martial arts.

But today, I don't know why, but he doesn't seem to hate them so much.

He doesn't know whether Xie Yu is sincere or not, but he doesn't deny that his words sound very...

anyway, it's a feeling he never had.

No one had ever brought him that subtle emotion.Xie Yu suddenly side head, some embarrassed ground smile, "am I stray from the topic?"

"You go on."

"And then?"

"After finding out that you are different from others, your mother won't think you are a fairy, will she?"

His voice was brisk, but Fu Yunsheng's heart sank.

He thought of the abusive words one after another, the eyes full of threats, and the faces with disgust after another...

he closed his eyes and the past echoed in his mind.

The white hand suddenly has a crack to open, the vermilion blood slightly exudes, opens a pale yellow floret.

Xie Yu opened his eyes and felt that the feeling of suffocation was coming again.

The overwhelming fragrance followed.

He subconsciously flashed back, looked up at Fu Yunsheng, and then said in a panic, "what's the matter with you?"

"Is it still in fits and starts?"

"Does it hurt? I just saw a tear in your hand

Fu Yunsheng's lips turned white, and he seemed to have some pain.

Xie Yu immediately didn't know what to say, and he was still flustered. He handed the cup to him and said, "do you drink water?"

Then the person sitting in front of him did not take the tea cup he handed over, but slightly raised his other hand and pulled out the light yellow flowers in his hand.

Blood gushed out all of a sudden, drop by drop along his palm, fell to the ground.

This wound did not heal as quickly as the wound on his face. Xie Yu frowned, "what's going on? Isn't he going to heal just now

It seems that he feels that his tone is too heavy. His voice is light, and some half jokingly say, "you flower is quite sensible, and the wound on your face will be healed directly, without leaving a wound. Tut, it seems that they still like your face."

He put down the cup in his hand, and his eyes fell on the pale yellow flower on the ground. The flower was stained with blood, and it looked a bit cruel.