i want to love you

Golden halberds and iron horses, the sound of war drums is compelling, the yellow sand is rolling, and the military flag stands solemnly in the strong wind.

The gate of the city opened, and Long Ziye rode out on his horse. The officers and men of Yacheng stood in awe, dignified and solemn.

No one expected that at the last moment, a frail scholar would come forward. The general's face was dull, but he also admired him from the bottom of his heart.

Before that, no one dared to agree, and even quarreled endlessly, so Long Ziye sternly reprimanded the case, and no one could refute what he said, and every word hit the nail on the head, leaving people speechless.

"Absurd! Could it be that Feng Ling raised you generals who just want to escape the battle, but argue endlessly when they approach the city? Without Feng Wuji, you can do nothing? Then what does Feng Ling want you guys to do? Even if there is no Feng Wuji, how could you The ability to fight for many years can't deal with small enemy soldiers? Even if there is a huge difference in strength, we will fight to the death, as long as we last until Feng Wuji leads the reinforcements, then the real victory will begin."

Tightening the rope, the horse neighed and stopped.

Long Ziye glanced coldly at the thousands of troops surrounding him, and raised his face proudly. At this moment, he would never allow himself to show a trace of fear. Now he is not only him, but also represents King Fengling Yuri.

Before he could speak, the opponent's army suddenly gave way, and the horse's hooves settled down, and the opponent took the lead.

"Are you the majestic Royal Sun King... concubine?"

As soon as these words came out, tens of thousands of soldiers laughed in unison.

Long Ziye smiled calmly, without any surprise or fear, his sonorous voice overwhelmed the roar of laughter.

"Bold Whales, you dare to offend Tianwei, offend me, Feng Ling, show your weapons, you and I will live and die in a battle, if you lose, you will obediently submit a letter of surrender, and I, King Yuri, will punish you lightly and spare you Whale!" The pain of family annihilation."

The enemy commander was quite surprised by his calm and proud appearance, but his mouth was even more unforgiving.

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"I heard that the concubine is more than two months pregnant. I wonder how she is doing recently? Did I say that Fengling is gone? Can only send a pregnant man to fight?"

Long Ziye raised his eyebrows and smiled, "It's not that I can, but I only need a character like me to capture you." After finishing speaking, he raised the halberd standing on the ground and rode his horse. "The thieves watch out!"

The enemy commander was not in a hurry, he smiled and said: "Soldiers, do you look like you are watching a monkey play? Long Ziye, let me teach you what a real husband is!"

Seeing that he easily separated his stab, Long Ziye's eyes were not surprised. He pulled up the rope, clamped the horse's belly, and suddenly rushed straight towards the opponent's formation.

On the city wall, Wu and Deng looked at each other, not knowing what Long Ziye was going to do, but Yun Rong was terrified by seeing it, and he held his saber tightly, ready to fly down the city wall to protect the Lord and escape at any time.

The next moment, the enemy commander yelled, and everyone was shocked to realize Long Ziye's purpose.

"King, be careful!"

Long Ziye raised his halberd vigorously and stabbed at the man with surprised eyes. Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, his halberd was caught, and he felt a pull of force. In the blink of an eye, both of them fell into the original battle circle.

He looked at him sharply, but he was secretly shocked. If his life was to be killed, he might not be alive long ago.

"Long Ziye, you are beyond my expectation, you are really courageous."

"King, are you alright?"

"Back off!" The man raised his hand to stop the minister's condolences, and looked at Long Ziye who had seen through his identity with great interest, "Tell me, how did you see through me? Or have you seen me before?"

Long Ziye raised his lips, opened his mouth, but felt a sudden pain in his abdomen, clenched the halberd in his hand, and steady his voice with willpower: "Although you follow him, his eyes are always watching you, so it seems that you His status must be higher than his."

It is not difficult to see through his identity, but it requires extreme care.

The reason why the Whale King dared to be so bold was because Long Ziye was inexperienced. It was his first time on the battlefield, and it was too late to be frightened by such a big battle. It was impossible to notice the changes carefully.Secondly, he had the chance to win the Whale Clan, so he didn't need to play this trick at all, so he didn't think anyone would notice, but Long Ziye saw it right away.

Furthermore, he just tried it, he has no martial arts at all, a Wen Sheng stood in such a scene but his face didn't change, could it be that Feng Wuji had another ambush?Impossible, if he was in Yacheng, he wouldn't let Long Ziye come out to take risks.

"good eyesight."

Long Ziye snorted, "You whale man is arrogant and conceited." On the surface, he didn't change, but under his battle clothes, he was already soaked.

Damn, it hurts!

Long Ziye felt his abdomen was on fire, like a ball of fire burning desperately. Although he was fearless, he thought that this was the protest of the child in his belly. The wave after wave of severe pain, the feeling that he was about to lose the child made him Even with all his strength, he couldn't help but pause.

This meal, overwhelming helplessness and panic, was about to swallow his courage entangled in severe pain.

Child, is his child hopeless?

Promise, what should I do?what can I do?

Even though it was the expected result from the beginning and he had already prepared himself mentally, but at this time Long Ziye couldn't open up, and the mourning that was about to suffocate deprived him of his reason.

"Stop talking nonsense, watch the trick!"

Long Ziye raised his halberd and rushed towards the enemy again. The bloodshot eyes showed his resignation to death and the grief of losing his child.

If you are going to die, you have to die worthwhile.

The man easily caught his attack, grabbed his halberd, twisted and turned, and after taking away his weapon, stabbed him on the right shoulder with a backhand. The next second, his pupils widened in disbelief , that smile still froze on his lips ironically.

Long Ziye sneered and pulled out his dagger, and before everyone recovered from the shock, he stabbed hard again to ensure that there was no way out for him.

"Soldiers never tire of deceit." Long Ziye spit out the answer while pulling out the knife, and turned to escape, but the severe pain made him fall to his knees immediately, spitting blood.

"My child, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He hugged his stomach weakly, and closed his eyes no longer able to support himself.

In the haze, it seemed that I heard the voice of missing, and the heartbroken resounded through the sky.

"Midnight..."

Promise?Is it Wuji?

Sorry, I can't wait...

Don't be afraid, child, Daddy is here to accompany you.

Daddy has already avenged that bad guy, and your father will avenge us for the rest...

Feng Wuji never felt that his martial arts cultivation was not perfect enough, but at this moment, the lightness kung fu that he thought he was proud of all over the world made him feel heart-piercing pain.

He can't wait to use all his martial arts in exchange for wings, point his toes at the heads of tens of thousands of enemies quickly, and use his strength to leap ten thousand feet, but it seems that he will never reach his side, and he can only watch him fall.

"Midnight!"

Finally came to his side, picked up his bloody body and flew up to the city, hugged him tightly, but didn't dare to touch his life at all.

"My lord!"

"Deng Liang and Wu An listened to the order and put all their troops to suppress the Whale Clan and kill them without mercy!" Feng Wuji's eyes turned red, and his words of "kill them without forgiveness" aroused widespread repercussions, and the morale of the city immediately boiled. "An Shan, reinforcements have arrived, take them here, and follow my plan."

"Yes, my subordinate obeys."

Everyone took orders to go, Feng Wuji lowered his head and quickly took off his battle clothes, only to see that the white clothes on his body had been dyed red, but he just pressed his wound, and then hugged him tightly.

"Midnight, midnight..."

"My lord, it's better to quickly carry the princess into the room and let the doctor see it." Yun Rong who was on the side also turned red when he saw this.

"Look? Look?" Feng Wuji laughed sadly, then his expression turned cold, "Go, ask all the doctors to enter the room and wait. If the princess makes a mistake, I want everyone to be buried with her!"

"I am incompetent, please forgive me, my lord." The three doctors looked at each other, knelt down and kowtowed at the same time, pleading guilty in unison.

"Shut up!" Feng Wuji snapped, "I don't want to listen to this, tell me how to save the princess? Tell me how to save the princess!"

He got up and rushed to the front of the three, grabbed one of them, clasped his neck with one hand, his eyes were bloodshot and fierce, and he roared as if he was looking at his enemy.

"Save him, I want you to save him, save him!"

The doctor was pinched by the neck, and as the strength became stronger, his words became more and more fragmented.

"My lord, my minister is incompetent. The right shoulder injury of the princess can be healed only by recuperation, but there seems to be an unknown toxin in her body. The heart pulse is suddenly strong in the left and weak in the right, and strong in the right and weak in the left. ..."

Feng Wuji let go of his hand suddenly, and softly said to the door: "Get out."

"My lord..." The other two helped the doctor who was almost dying, and said in panic.

"Get out of here!" Feng Wuji glared at the three of them, roaring furiously, the voice was deafening, as if he had used some internal energy.

The three doctors were shocked, their ears were ringing, their brains were dizzy, they couldn't consider that their footsteps were not stable, so they hurriedly helped their companions who were almost fainted, and fled out of the room staggeringly.

Feng Wuji clenched his fists in both hands, his tall and tall figure was always as stable as Mount Tai and as hard as steel, but at this moment it seemed to be shaking faintly, turning his head to look at Aifei who was pale on the bed, but her lower body was bloody red, it seemed that all the blood flowed from him out, including the unborn child.

His heart ached like a twist, and his soul was about to break, but there was nothing he could do, he could only stand there blankly.

The master is thousands of miles away from here, it is impossible to come back, and the doctor is a bunch of idiots, who will only tell him that there is nothing he can do. Although he is high up here, he has no way to save his lover, and he doesn't even have the courage to hold him in the past. After finally mustering up the courage, she raised her steps gently, but the next moment she was so weak that she knelt down in front of the bed.

"what!"

This roar was shrill and piercing, because the emotion was out of control and mixed with internal force, it was not only shocking, but also unbearable to hear, it also shook out sawdust, and fell to the ground, the Eight Immortals table, the kettle and porcelain cups on the table were all shattered, and there were turtles on the pillars. There are several cracks.

Yun Rong used his internal strength to protect his heart, but still couldn't bear to vomit blood, but he didn't care.

After finally concentrating his mind, he saw Feng Wuji's eyes were bloodshot, his veins were swollen, his bones made terrifying noises, the golden hair ornaments on his head were all shattered into powder, his black hair fluttered in the air, and a gust of air flowed violently. From being unable to bear to be deterred, to being stunned and stunned.

The master is obviously very distressed, he is about to go crazy, if he doesn't stop him, he will only die, but he and Feng Wuji's martial arts are very different, even if they attack, I'm afraid they can't resist Feng Wuji's inner strength. The true energy flowing out of his body was already so strong that he had to take a few steps back.

"Ah!" Feng Wuji uttered an angry voice again, he clearly understood that he was killing himself, but at this moment only by doing so, the left chest would not be so painful that he would suffocate.

Anyway, Long Ziye can't be rescued, and it's meaningless for him to live alone in the world. There is no joy in life, and there is nothing to fear in death, but he hates, hates why God is so bullying, hates the injustice of the sky to Long Ziye, hates himself for being powerless , can only watch Long Ziye's life disappear bit by bit.

A streak of blood flowed down Feng Wuji's lips, feeling the approach of death, he rushed forward to hold Long Ziye's hand, and was about to continue mobilizing his true energy, when in the blink of an eye, a pair of palms pressed against his back, forcefully channeling the chaotic true energy in his body. gas.

"You bastard, I need you to help me save Long Ziye."

Feng Wuji's eyes lit up when he heard the voice, he quickly closed his eyes, followed the palms behind his back, and collected the true energy in his body to his dantian.

"Useless things."

Qian Yun'ao frowned and closed his palm, regardless of his apprentice vomiting blood and internal injuries, he kicked him away, the force was enough to make Feng Wuji fly to the door, but fortunately Yun Rong stopped him quickly, the whole person was not kicked out of the door.

"Grandpa, are you alright?"

Feng Wuji pushed Yunrong away, wiped away the blood around his mouth, coughed and hurried to Qian Yunao's side.

"Master, master, Ziye... Please save Ziye, save Ziye..."

Qian Yunao didn't even look at him, a cloth bag popped out of his hand at some point, pulled the ribbon, and the cloth bag rolled down into long strips, and it was tied with gold needles of different sizes and sizes.

Feng Wuji saw that he quickly pulled out some of the gold needles, then used his true energy to cut open the clothes on Long Ziye's body, and moved his hands to the left and right without touching Long Ziye, leaving him naked in front of his eyes.

The next moment, Feng Wuji felt countless shadows, and in the blink of an eye, Qian Yunao had inserted golden needles into the soles of Long Ziye's feet and abdomen. That technique was Qian Yunao's famous Flying Flower and Cloud Swipe.

"Senior, it's been prepared according to your order." Ru Qiu hurriedly led the three maids in, and the smell of medicine immediately filled the whole room.

"Let go, all out."

"Yes."

Qian Yunao turned around, took a pill and handed it to Feng Wuji indifferently.

"Take it, your internal strength will increase greatly, go to the bed to adjust your breath, I want you to use your internal strength to protect his heart."

"Protect the heart?"

"Yes, because I want to perform the Hunyuan Art."

"The technique of Hunyuan?" Feng Wuji's expression froze, then he swallowed the elixir, went to bed from the other side, and sat cross-legged to catalyze the effect of the elixir to heal internal injuries.

The art of Hunyuan is based on the principle that the heaven and earth were as chaotic as a chicken at the beginning, and then the upper and lower turbidity was transformed into the principle of heaven and earth, and developed Qianyun's unique golden needle method, which is based on golden needles and supplemented by true energy and internal strength. , to disperse the turbid disease gas out of the body in order to restore the original clarity of the body. People in the Jianghu say that Qianyun can bring the dead back to life, and this is the method.

It's just that using this method will greatly damage the internal energy. It is recorded in Qianyun's medical book that the person who uses this method sometimes has to change his life, so it is not an emergency, so this method is forbidden.

Qian Yun'ao stared, twisted a few golden needles in his hand and said: "Although you won't die with this acupuncture, if you are mild, you may rest for a few days, and if you are serious, you may lose your martial arts."

Feng Wuji opened his eyes to look at Master, then lowered his eyes firmly to Long Ziye and said, "Master, please perform the needle."

Anyway, if they live together, they will die together, going to the poor and falling to the underworld, as long as Long Ziye is with him, he is not afraid.

The eye-catching purple gauze curtain looks like the one in the Wuji room... Long Ziye blinked and closed it with difficulty.

It hurts...all over my body...especially my shoulders and stomach...

My head is so swollen... dizzy... I don't know anything... my stomach is so hot...

abdomen!

Long Ziye suddenly opened his eyes, showing a mournful and terrified expression, before he could speak, he was hugged tightly.

"Ziye, are you awake? You're finally awake, Ziye." Feng Wuji slightly opened the distance and said, "I'm sorry, did I hurt you? Is there any discomfort?"

Long Ziye looked at him, the infinite grievance and fear made him shed tears.

"Wu, Wuji..." He called his name hoarsely, his hands were weak, but he still grabbed his hand with all his strength, "Wuji, child..."

"Son? It's okay, don't cry, Midnight, the child is fine, Master said that the child is determined to follow you, don't cry, don't cry." Feng Wuji kissed his tears away distressedly, the helpless child in his arms No matter what, he couldn't get along with the majestic him he heard.

What kind of thoughts does Long Ziye, who is so flustered and helpless, stand in front of the enemy without being surprised?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt distressed, and the more he thought about it, the more he blamed himself.

"Is it okay? Is it true? Wuji, don't worry about the child..." Long Ziye grabbed his collar tightly, his voice was broken but he struggled to roar, panting for breath while talking.

"It's okay, it's really okay, touch it, he's here, don't you feel it?" Feng Wuji took his hand and put it on his abdomen, "He's here, he's always been here."

"Are you here?" Long Ziye let go of his hand and wrapped his arms around his stomach, "Yes, my child is here... My child, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I scared you."

With red eyes, Feng Wuji hugged his trembling body and said: "No, you are fine, it is me who should be sorry, I caused you and the child to be frightened and even injured."

Long Ziye hugged him and said, "Wuji, I, am I dead?"

Feng Wuji kissed his mouth fiercely, and after a long while, he reluctantly let go.

"No, no, Master came back in time, you are fine, you are fine."

"What about you? What about you?" Long Ziye asked anxiously, wiping away his tears carelessly, caressing his body carelessly.

Feng Wuji grabbed his hand and said: "It's okay, I'm fine."

"You're fine, I'm fine, the child is fine, that's fine..."

"Midnight? Midnight?" Feng Wuji shouted in panic as he hugged Long Ziye who suddenly lost consciousness again.

Qian Yunao, who had been in for a long time, finally said: "He is too tired, just let him sleep. Also, next time he wakes up, give him some water, the sound is terrible, obviously he is alive and fine, What are you crying for? Boring."

Feng Wuji hugged Long Ziye, hugged her tightly reluctantly, pursed her thin lips, and didn't speak anymore.

Seeing that the wound on Long Ziye's shoulder was bleeding again, Qian Yun'ao frowned, but finally left the room without saying anything.

According to his calculations, Gu worms may mature early, and this pair of children is too bitter.

After waking up that time, Long Ziye fell into a coma until today, and for another seven days and nights, he never woke up.

Feng Wuji looked at the bloodless face on the bed, it was so pale that it made him worry.

"Midnight, you slept through the day, when did you wake up?"

Covering him with a silk quilt carefully over and over again, taking care of him every step of the way, not daring to close his eyes day and night, for fear of missing his call, unwilling to hand over any details to others, and tirelessly trying to get him to open his eyes.

Gently holding his hand in the palm, bowed his head and kissed one after another, spread his palm, buried his face in it, Feng Wuji closed his eyes tiredly, breathing in his breath.

Such a cold hand, as if lifeless, no matter how tightly you hold it, it can't give him a little warmth. How can we make him warmer?

There was a hot and humid feeling in the palm of his hand, which made Long Ziye's eyelashes so white that the blood vessels appeared tremble slightly, and the thick eyelashes raised, revealing a pair of clear eyes that had not been seen for a long time.

He blinked his eyes, his eyes seemed a little dull due to the haze of early awakening.Blinking again, he could see the figure of Wei An beside the bed clearly. He wondered if it was because he was lying down, looking sideways, and his stature, which was always firm and straight, was hunched over at this moment, as if he was still trembling slightly.

He couldn't help using some strength with his hand, and in the next second, he met a pair of moist red handsome eyes.

"Midnight?"

Long Ziye opened and closed his mouth, his throat was so dry that he couldn't make a sound, he frowned and put his hands on his face, caressing his face weakly, caressing, his eyes were red again.

"Wait, I'll pour you some water."

Feng Wuji quickly poured a glass of water, and carefully fed him to drink. While drinking the water, Long Ziye stared straight at him without blinking, fearing that his eyes widened like a dream.

"anything else?"

Long Ziye grabbed his hand, desperately shook his head and said, "Wuji..."

Feng Wuji hugged him, letting his face stick to her chest.

"Midnight, you finally woke up, I'm sorry, it's all my fault for making you suffer."

Long Ziye hugged his waist and said, "Isn't it a dream? I'm still alive? My child, my child..."

"It's fine, he's fine."

"I seem to dream that you said that he is fine, and he is still in my stomach." A vague impression floated in front of my eyes, and Long Ziye carefully touched his stomach.

"It's not a dream."

"Wuji, I thought I would lose him..." Holding his hand tightly, Long Ziye whispered his fear, "I was really scared, knowing that I couldn't be afraid, but at that time, knowing that he was in pain, I……"

"It's okay, it's over."

"You are here, have we won?"

"A big win."

"It's great, it's really great, the child's suffering was not in vain."

Hearing what he said, Feng Wuji suddenly hugged him tightly.

"Fool, who allowed you to do that? How dare you convince them that this is the only way? I would rather lose face and betray Feng Ling for you than let you suffer, but you actually guessed my mind like this? What a big deal Wrong."

"I know you will blame me, of course I know, but, Wuji, I don't want to drag you down."

"I don't allow it! I'd rather you drag me down than I don't want...Anyway, I will never give you this kind of opportunity in the future. You are really too courageous to bring my child with such thoughts. When you get better, See how I settle accounts with you." He spoke harshly, and his tone was fierce, but his kiss was as gentle as a spring breeze.

"I remember that I seem to be injured, could it be a dream?" Long Ziye looked in the direction of his stroking.

Huang Wuji caressed his scar and said: "You slept until it has scabbed over. Your shoulder is so pitiful, last time it was on the left side, this time it is on the right side."

"Scab? Hey, don't look at it." Long Ziye thought of the disgusting and ugly scar on his left shoulder, and covered his eyes in frustration.

Although she's not a woman, she doesn't need to care about these small wounds, but in Long Ziye's heart, she always thinks that she can be better and more beautiful, and it's best to be perfect.

"It's too late." Feng Wuji pulled his hand away, licked and bit his scar with his mouth in his mouth, "You are mine, and this place is also mine, why can't I see it?"

Long Ziye's skin trembled, and it turned red, and he simply buried himself in his arms, not wanting to speak.

"Ashamed?"

"Shut up."

"Midnight, I just feel distressed, not ugly." To him, these two scars are only reluctance, and they do not damage his beauty.

Long Ziye raised his head, the sudden rumbling of his belly made him quickly lower his head in shame.

Feng Wuji smiled silently, turned around and went out to give some instructions, then sat back on the side of the bed, and circled him gently.

"Midnight, let's go to the south after I explain what's going on here."

"How much time do I have?" Long Ziye asked with a smile.

Feng Wuji hugged him tightly, rubbing his shoulders with his big palm.

"In order to protect the child in your womb, master gave acupuncture for three consecutive days, supplemented with pure yang righteousness and purple beard and white ginseng. These will help you restore your vitality and help it form, so... I'm afraid it will be early."

"Early, early, don't frown." Long Ziye smiled and kissed him.

"You have been suffering. If I could, I would rather suffer for you. I have been breaking my promise, Ziye." Feng Wuji hugged him, his eyes were a little dazed, and he was at a loss for his own powerlessness.

"What did you say? You love me, you treat me well, you haven't done anything wrong, and sometimes small accidents are inevitable, don't take it to heart. In a word, if it weren't for your blessing to protect me, how could I Can I be so lucky to escape from death again and again? What happened this time, what happened to Princess Qian'er last time, can make me..."

"Don't say it!" Feng Wuji sternly reprimanded.

"Okay, don't talk about it." Long Ziye held his face and looked at him seriously, "Wuji, don't take it so seriously, I'm really fine."

He was used to constant calamities and suffering, and he had long forgotten to feel sorry for himself. Seeing this man hurt and suffer for him, Long Ziye was moved and unwilling to give up, as long as Feng Wuji was not hurt, he would feel no pain.

But Long Ziye didn't know that Feng Wuji always wanted the wind to get the wind, and the rain to get the rain, and he never hurt his spirit for any reason, but in him, he often felt the helplessness of people, the fragility of his own strength, and hated his safety and health the most. God tortured Long Ziye.

If it can be exchanged, he is willing to bear all the sufferings in this life for him, only he is tortured, and he will not be safe and sound.

"Midnight, you don't understand."

Long Ziye was hugged obediently by him.

"I don't understand, I don't understand, I'm just afraid that you're tired of me. Ever since I've been with you, I've caused you constant misfortunes. I'm afraid that one day my evil spirit will affect you. I don't want to."

"Midnight, don't be afraid that I will get tired of you, never will."

Leaning down and kissing the lips that made his heartbroken words, Feng Wuji didn't know how to express her reluctance and self-blame, she just held his body and kissed him deeply, trying to absorb his breath, as if only in this way could she truly be stable A disturbed heart.

"Are you going to kiss him to death?"

As soon as the disturbing words came out, Huang Wuji was stunned, Long Ziye hurriedly pushed him away, bit his red lips, turned around to calm down.

Feng Wuji smiled bitterly, looked at Qian Yunao and said: "Master, this is the apprentice's room, you should knock on the door when you come in."

"I saw the girl standing outside the room for a long time. I don't want you to starve my grandson." Qian Yun'ao walked forward, followed by a group of maids who hurriedly stepped forward to serve vegetables, all blushing and snickering.

As soon as Qian Yunao let go of Long Ziye's hand, Feng Wuji immediately said, "How is it? Are you feeling better?"

"If you're in a hurry tonight, you'll be fine when you're full." Qian Yun'ao didn't blush or pant, turned around and left after speaking.

Feng Wuji and Long Ziye looked at each other, the latter still didn't understand, but the former's eyes staring at him became deeper and darker, the lust became more and more obvious, and his face flushed suddenly.

"No, no..." After saying no for a few times, Long Ziye blushed so much that he didn't know what he was talking about, and felt hot all over.

"My lord, my concubine, the meal has been served."

"Go down."

"Yes." The maids blessed together and retreated out neatly.

Long Ziye turned his eyes away from those fiery eyes, the moment his feet landed on the ground, the moment he stood up, his eyes fainted, and his whole body collapsed in Feng Wuji's timely embrace.

"What's the hurry? You don't have any strength in your body, and you dare to mess around."

Feng Wuji carried him to the closet, casually pulled out the warm fox fur, wrapped him up carefully, and then sat down at the table with him in his arms.

Long Ziye glanced at him and said, "How can I be so weak?"

"I can't wait for you to have a big palm to protect you well."

"I don't want to, it's better like this." Long Ziye laughed out loud.

Feng Wuji kissed his smile, and his voice sank a bit. "I've heard from Yun Rong that I don't feel that way because I regard you as a woman. I always hope to treat you well, but I'm afraid I won't be good enough to you."

Long Ziye sighed: "I know, you treat me, pet me, love me in your way, no matter how you use it, as long as the object is me, that's enough."

Feng Wuji smiled and scooped up a spoonful of medicinal porridge, blew it to cool, and tasted the temperature before delivering it to his mouth.

"Drink and watch, it's still hot after being boiled for twelve hours."

Long Ziye swallowed it, and rolled his eyes with a smile. "It just doesn't smell good."

"When your body is much better, you can eat normal food. For now, bear with it."

"Wuji, are we still in Yacheng?"

"No, at the post house, I'm afraid that the flames of war will affect your recuperation, so I'll bring you here as soon as the battle situation stabilizes." Feng Wuji fed him carefully and gently, "Our victory this time was really fought for you, brother They clamored to avenge you, and they captured many generals of the whale clan alive."

Long Ziye's pale face raised a bright smile and said: "I knew we would definitely not lose, you would definitely win, Wuji, I truly believe that you will definitely win."

Feng Wuji suppressed his smile, and said seriously: "Wrong, Ziye, you were wrong, this time you won, they fought this battle for you, you are a hero in their hearts, your cleverness and bravery are the only It is the key to winning this war, don’t deny it, you should bravely admit that this is your glory, the glory you bought with your life.”

Long Ziye was taken aback for a moment, then his eyes turned red, he clenched his hand tightly, and nodded vigorously.

"I still want to thank you, Wuji, I really love you." Without him, there would be no such honor.

"Fool." Feng Wuji murmured softly and distressedly as he supported the person who was hugging him tightly.