After rebirth, the Xuanmen Patriarch was forced to be deified

Chapter 385 Mrs. Fu, I like you so much
Qiao Luoyan looked upstairs and found that the wheelchair protruding from the corner had disappeared.

She withdrew the true energy that penetrated Pei Yinan's body, narrowed her eyes and said with a smile: "It seems to be all right, go upstairs and pack your things."

When they went upstairs, they didn't see Fu Mingcheng.

After half an hour.

The motorcades of the Yan family and the Pei family stopped outside the gate of the villa.

Qiao Luoyan was leaning on Pei Jiuye's exclusive car, with Ling'er's lollipop in his mouth, eating it with relish.

She looked up at the old and simple villa in front of her, with a smile in her cold eyes.

She will come to this place again.

Sitting in the car in front of him, Yan Ziang poked his head out of the car window.

"Luo Luo, when will Yi Nan come down?"

Qiao Luoyan glanced down at the time, and said lazily, "It should be soon."

Before leaving, Pei Yinan said to go up to see Fu Mingcheng.

Almost half an hour had passed, and it was completely dark.

They are going to travel overnight tonight, so they don't care about half an hour, how can they reach Haicheng before dawn.

upstairs.

Pei Yinan sent Fu Mingcheng a bottle of Qi Yang Pill.

In the past six years, Fu Mingcheng can be said to have completely given up on himself and never practiced again.

His body's true yang is unstable, weak and has hidden wounds.

Even if you want to restore your legs in the future, you must first recuperate your body, otherwise you won't be able to withstand the overbearing medicinal properties of Xugu Pill.

Yangqi Pill can heal internal and external injuries, and it can also repair Fu Mingcheng's ancient martial arts foundation, which has the effect of stabilizing his cultivation.

Pei Yinan put the medicine bottle on the table and looked at Fu Mingcheng who was sitting in a wheelchair with his back facing him.

He gently persuaded: "Brother Mingcheng, go back to the capital."

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, Fu Mingcheng looked at the grove in the distance, and replied softly: "No, Linger and I are fine here."

The heavy snow melted quickly in a short period of time, and the small forest became full of vitality.

Such a strange phenomenon did not cause any waves in Fu Mingcheng's heart.

Even if he learned that his legs had a chance to stand up, he was indifferent.

The direction Fu Mingcheng was looking at was exactly where Du Lingtong was buried by Fu Jun.

The initial indifference was a physiological instinct, and he couldn't tolerate Du Lingtong treating him as another person, an ancestor of the Fu family.

The memory at the moment is regret, and it is also the yearning of his heart.

Pei Yinan looked at Ling'er who was sleeping soundly on the bed, and continued to persuade: "Even if it's for Ling'er, you should go back to the capital. This child is not suitable for growing up in such a remote place."

Ling'er's evil spirit is still there, and she needs more popularity to quickly integrate into the real crowd.

Hearing Ling'er, Fu Mingcheng's deadly eyes moved slightly, and his slightly curled eyelashes blinked lightly.

After a while, he still shook his head and refused: "Forget it, we, father and daughter, have lived here for six years, and we are used to it, and the mother of the child is also here."

the child's mother?
Pei Yinan didn't know whether he was talking about Du Lingtong or Liang Lanxie.

Fu Mingcheng controlled the wheelchair to turn around, and smiled at Pei Yinan who was standing inside the room, "Xiao Jiu, let's go, don't worry about me."

His gentle face was shrouded by the dim light in the room, making that fair face very cold.

Pei Yinan suddenly discovered that Fu Mingcheng's vitality had been sucked away.

He seemed to be controlled by an invisible big hand, like a dying fish, stranded on the beach, waiting for the final death to come.

Pei Yinan was taken aback, her breathing slowed down a beat.

He didn't speak out to persuade the other party, but told him: "Don't forget to eat Yangqi Pill, and I will come to see you when I come back from Haicheng."

Fu Mingcheng said calmly, "It's not the right way to go back to the capital from Haicheng, so don't come, I like quiet."

The rejection was obvious.

Pei Yinan didn't respond, and the worry in his eyes became more and more intense.

He took a deep look at Fu Mingcheng: "I'm leaving, brother Mingcheng, take care."

Before leaving, Pei Yinan glanced at Ling'er who was lying on the bed.

With this child around, Fu Mingcheng would not easily do irreversible things.

After Pei Yinan left the room, Fu Mingcheng sat motionless in the wheelchair, like a sculpture.

Liang Lanying died, Du Lingtong disappeared, and Linger became his biological daughter.

He thought that six years ago when his legs were crippled, he experienced the most desperate experience in his life.

I didn't expect that there would be such a painful torture right now.

Fu Mingcheng felt that his life was a mess, and in his dead eyes, tears could no longer be suppressed, rolling down.

He seemed to smell the alluring aroma of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and heard someone say in his ear: Young commander, sweet-scented osmanthus cake is here!

He saw the girl in the lotus-colored cheongsam in his memory, holding the hyacinth in her arms, running towards him like a gust of wind.

The girl's eyes were clear, and her face was filled with a bright smile: Young commander, don't you think this flower is pretty?

Fu Mingcheng felt the piercing pain, and covered his heart that was about to stop beating with his hands.

His lips trembled slightly, and he slowly closed his tearful eyes, suppressing the choking in his throat.

A familiar voice mixed with love came from my ear: Fu Jun, being able to love and know each other with you is the best thing in my life.

Fu Mingcheng couldn't control it anymore, choked up and shouted affectionately: "Lingtong—"

How unfair God is, to play tricks on people like this.

Why did he only remember their past lives after Du Lingtong disappeared.

Those bits and pieces of memory made him feel the trick of fate.

Obviously in this life, he is so close to the one he loves.

In the previous life, life and death were separated, but in this life, they will never see each other forever.

Fu Mingcheng leaned on the wheelchair, unable to control his emotions, his whole body was shaking.

The mournful cry sounded from his lips, which made people feel so desperate.

Suddenly, Fu Mingcheng heard the familiar voice again.

"Sir, don't cry..."

Fu Mingcheng opened his eyes blurred by water, and saw Du Lingtong walking from a distance.

She is still so good-looking, and her voice is as gentle as Juanjuan spring water, refreshing.

Du Lingtong, who was full of scholarly atmosphere and knowledgeable, bent over and caressed Fu Mingcheng's fair face: "Sir, I like you so much."

Du Lingtong's ancestors were from Baiyue, and she can speak fluent Cantonese.

The crisp, long, comfortable and pleasant voice came to Fu Mingcheng's ears.

Du Lingtong's confession at this time was a heavy blow to him.

Fu Mingcheng's strong heart was instantly crushed: "Ling Tong, Ling Tong!"

He reached out to embrace the phantom in front of him, wanting to rub him into his arms.

Du Lingtong's phantom disappeared in an instant.

The other party's voice sounded from behind: "You, do you like me, do you hang on to me, do you want to see me?"

When Fu Mingcheng turned his head, he saw Du Lingtong leaning against the floor-to-ceiling window in a lazy posture. The scent of books on her body was still strong.

Du Lingtong tilted his head, seemingly mischievous, but his face was full of the youthfulness of a young woman, and he looked at Fu Mingcheng affectionately and expectantly.

Fu Mingcheng looked at her familiar eyebrows and eyes, and there was no sadness on his face when he got along with her in the past six years.

In the past, he couldn't understand Aunt Du, and always felt that she was a person with a story.

Only now did I learn that her mask-like smile was trying to suppress the grief in her heart every day.

In front of him, Du Lingtong, who was full of self-confidence and arrogance of women in the new era, was the eldest lady of the Du family he knew.

Even in deep quagmire, she is full of pride.

Fu Mingcheng knew that he was hallucinating, Du Lingtong had already left, and they said goodbye this time.

But he still raised the corners of his lips, and gazed tenderly and affectionately at the girl opposite.

Fu Mingcheng's thin lips opened and closed, his voice was gentle, and every word was full of affection: "Mrs. Fu, I like you, so I miss you."

The tears in his eyes seemed to flow endlessly, falling one by one on the thin blanket covering his legs.

When Du Lingtong heard the confession he wanted, the smile on his face restrained.

She walked to Fu Mingcheng's side, holding his face in both hands, staring deeply at her husband with dark eyes as bright as stars.

Du Lingtong's red lips parted slightly, and he said softly, "I don't know if this world is romantic or not, but meeting you is really romantic."

Fu Mingcheng raised his eyes and saw that the phantom in front of him became blurred.

His eyes shrank suddenly, his heart was anxious, he leaned forward to hug Du Lingtong, and shouted in a panic: "Lingtong, don't go, don't leave me!"

　You, do you like me, do you hang on to me, do you want to see me? (What about you, do you like me, miss me, do you want to see me?)

　　I don't know if this world is romantic or not, but meeting you is really romantic. (This world is not romantic, I don't know, but meeting you is really romantic.)
　　
　
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