Chapter 577： A sick beauty dressed as a campus essay (80)

Gu Yanyuan's eyes made her feel a little confused, like a high-ranking person, looking compassionately at the joys and sorrows of the world, but she was not contaminated.

In an instant, these words appeared in Fu Yue's mind.

God above the nine heavens.

It's ridiculous, a small world NPC actually gave her such a feeling, Fu Yue's eyes flashed a little bit unbelievably and she tried her best to suppress it.

Her feet froze in place, and the fingertips holding the wheelchair arm tremble slightly, and the blood almost stagnated.

The girl muttered and asked in a low voice: "Who are you?"

Fu Yue couldn't figure out who this person would be, but knew that he was definitely not the original Gu Yanyuan, maybe just like her, he was also a **** in the heavens. By chance, he came down to the small world?

One doubt after another came up in his mind.

Fu Yue didn't realize how ugly her face had become, her lips pressed tightly, her slightly pale face, and the coldness flashing through her eyes.

And this completely fell into the peaceful and compassionate eyes of the opposite person.

After opening the mission mode, Fu Yue's memory of Heavenly Dao was completely erased. She had only a very vague concept of the God of Heavenly Dao in her impression.

They never knew each other.

Not to mention how much friendship.

Therefore, Fu Yue didn't think about Junheng at all, she even wondered if her opponent knew that she was here to do the task, and then came to make her stumble.

The big guy whose brain is getting bigger.

Turned on wanting to non-non-mode——

Jun Heng lifted the quilt and got out of the bed, moving gracefully, stepping on the slippers on the ground. Just as he stood up straight, there was a rush of dizziness in his mind, and his lips were a little white.

Be attached to this body.

He is no longer a high god, but a man of flesh and blood who can feel birth, old age, sickness and death.

Jun Heng slowly bends down, his slender fingers are holding his head, as if he is enduring great pain, he slightly curls his lips, "Who am I? I am Gu Yanyuan, what's wrong with Nuan Nuan? Seeing that I don’t even recognize..."

Fu Yue could not understand the complex sentiment in this person's eyes.

She can't understand.

Also subconsciously refused to understand.

The forbearance of affection, the oppressive pain, the endless tolerance, except that there was not the slightest bit of complaint against her, and he almost immersed in such tenderness at a glance.

Fu Yue lowered her voice subconsciously, "Really?"

A vague voice in her heart told her not to hurt this person.

But why?

Fu Yue didn't know.

There was a suspicion in her heart, she seemed to have forgotten a lot of things.

Jun Heng tentatively raised the snow-white fingertips to hold Fu Yue's hand. His movements were cautious, seeming to be the courage he had finally gathered. As long as she refused, he would retract without hesitation. In his own shell.

Fu Yue didn't break away from Jun Heng's hand holding her, she was only slightly taken aback for a moment, and a strange feeling floated in her heart.

It's really weird...

Familiar and strange.

But she had an inexplicable intimacy towards this person, as if they had been intimate to a certain degree, that they would be so familiar... Realizing the thoughts in her mind, Fu Yue secretly spurned that she was a scum.

In the past, it was just a mouthful.

Now I find myself really scum.

Eating from the bowl, looking at the pot. He knew that this person was not Gu Yanyuan, but he did not reject his intimacy.