C672 Waking!

She didn’t care about whether he was human or demon, but she cared about the fact that he couldn’t control himself.

She told Qing Guang a few more things, and Feng Yu recorded them down. She walked to the pond and looked at the sleeping Ah Ming before leaving the space.

After leaving the space, she didn’t rush back to the Phoenix Inn. Instead, she found a secluded place in the forest at the bottom of the Wild Goose Falling Mountain.

Qing Guang had said that her wings had just grown, so she might trigger her demonic nature again in the next few days. As long as she could get through this, there shouldn’t be any problems.

So, she decided to cultivate in this desolate place first and wait until the time was right.

Standing on the rock by the river, Feng Yu looked at the reflection in the water. Long Zixuan’s face appeared in her mind.

She didn’t know how he was doing now…

In the afternoon.

Phoenix Inn.

On the big bed, Long Zixuan frowned and moved his body. He made a weak moan, but it wasn’t loud enough to wake Long Wuye, who was sleeping on the bed.

Long Wuye’s head moved, and she suddenly opened her eyes. She said in a soft and worried voice, “Uncle…”

As soon as she finished speaking, she quickly jumped up from the chair and walked toward the bed.

“Uncle, are you awake?”

She put her arms on the bed and looked at the exhausted man with her red eyes. She opened her red lips and spoke in a soft voice.

Long Zixuan let out a few muffled coughs. He then opened his black eyes and glanced at Long Wuye indifferently. He then tried to sit up from the bed.

His body was extremely weak. Just as he sat up, his eyes suddenly went black and his head felt dizzy. He then fell onto the bed.

“Uncle, slow down…”

Long Wuye quickly reached out to support him, preventing him from falling back onto the bed.

After stabilizing his body, Long Zixuan waved Long Wuye’s hand away and said with a hoarse voice, “How long have I been unconscious?”

Long Wuye pouted and said, “Two days, Uncle.”

Two days…

Long Zixuan closed his eyes and leaned against the bed. He said, “Where’s Little Feather?”

After he finished speaking, he felt a sharp pain in his heart as if he had been stabbed by a sharp weapon.

The scene from that day was uncontrollably replayed in his mind.

Ah Ming had already fallen from the cliff. This time, it was probably hopeless.

Did he really lose Ah Ming just like that?

Ah Ming, Di Tianming…

His son.

As he thought about it, he felt so uncomfortable that he felt like he was suffocating. Drops of tears couldn’t help but fall from his eyes.

Long Wuye looked at his sad and pained expression and felt heartache and sadness.

She bit her lips and thought for a long time before saying hesitantly, “Sister Feather, she jumped down from the Fallen Goose Mountain.”

Long Zixuan opened his eyes and looked at Long Wuye like he was looking at a bottomless abyss. He said, “What?”

Long Wuye lowered her head and said with guilt, “Uncle, I’m sorry. I told Sister Yu about my brother. After she knew that my brother was her child, she jumped down without hesitation. I’m sorry.”

After Feng Yu jumped down, she regretted telling her those things.

But what was the use of regret? It was too late. She had already jumped down.

Long Zixuan closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He said, “Why did you tell her?”

After he finished speaking, he couldn’t help but blame himself.

It was all his fault. It was all his fault that he fainted. That was why Wuye told her those things.

Ah Ming was already in trouble. Why did he let her know what to do? Was it to make her feel guilty?

If he was awake, he definitely wouldn’t let her know those cruel things.

Killing her own child with her own hands was too cruel for Little Feather. He didn’t want her to bear such pain at all.

But…

“I’m sorry, Uncle. I’m sorry…”

Long Wuye lowered her head. She didn’t know what to say other than these few words.

Her heart was full of guilt. If she could do it again, she definitely wouldn’t be so selfish as to let Sister Yu accompany her uncle in pain.

If she did it again, she would definitely hide it from Sister Yu.

“Is Charming Shadow here?”

Long Zixuan’s eyes moved away from Long Wuye and his voice suddenly raised.

After he spoke, a black shadow appeared and knelt on one knee in front of the bed. He said respectfully, “Master, I’m here.”

Long Zixuan looked at him with dark eyes and his voice contained an unspeakable danger. He said, “I asked you to follow the Young Master, why did you come back?”

Charming Shadow lowered his head and his voice trembled slightly. He said, “Master, after you fainted, Miss Wuye panicked. I was worried about you so I sent you back.”

After he finished speaking, Charming Shadow’s body trembled. He felt that his master wouldn’t let him go.

“Damn it.”

Long Zixuan suddenly scolded. Charming Shadow and Long Wuye subconsciously trembled and their bodies tensed up. They were so scared that they didn’t even dare to breathe.

Their master was angry.

“Charming Shadow, you failed to protect the Young Master. If she is fine, I won’t let you off. But if she is in trouble, I won’t forgive you.”

Long Zixuan’s dark eyes stared at Charming Shadow. His haggard face was filled with killing intent and his fists were clenched.

Charming Shadow tensed up and said with a trembling voice, “Master, if the Young Master is in trouble, I will die to atone for it.”

This time, it was indeed his fault.

However, he was worried about his master, so he did that.

After all, his master had spat out blood and fainted on the spot, which really scared him.

No matter what the reason was, he knew that if anything happened to the Young Master, he would be dead.

Long Zixuan snorted and coldly glanced at Mei Ying. Then, he moved and disappeared.

"Uncle, uncle…"

Long Wuye hurriedly shouted a few times, but she didn't get any response. She stomped her feet and said, "His body hasn't recovered yet. Why is he leaving so quickly?"

[Doesn't he care about me? Doesn't he want to die?]

"Miss Wuye, don't be anxious," Mei Ying said faintly, "Master is probably going to find the Young Master."

Without him following the Young Master, his master would definitely be worried about the Young Master, so he would definitely be in a hurry to go.

The night was deep and the moon was in the sky.

In the forest, the cold wind blew the leaves.

Feng Yu sat in the river and her long black hair fell down from her face.

She was wearing a white dress. Under the moonlight, she was like ice and snow, and she didn't attract any attention.