C40 The Girl Was Moved

After an unknown period of time, a heavy feeling of compression arose in his mind, as if the entire world was spinning non-stop, oppressive to the point of suffocation, and his entire mind was a mess of mush.

"Wu!"

The consciousness in his mind was slowly regaining clarity. A huge pain immediately surged through his entire body. It rushed straight to his head, clearing up the murky consciousness a little. Duanmu Kuang could not help but suck in a breath of cold air and moan in pain.

"Where am I?" Duanmu Kuang slightly opened his eyes and a strange expression appeared on his face.

He found himself lying on a pink bed. The style of this place was completely different from his room. The bedding covering his body was pink, and even the bed cover hanging above his head was pink. The entire bed was pink. No matter how he looked at it, it looked like a girl's boudoir. Why is he here?

After sorting out his thoughts, Duanmu Kuang vaguely remembered that day when he fought Lee Cheng. In the end, the two of them seemed to have gone mad, completely ignoring the attack of their opponent as they landed on him. They wanted to kill each other as well. In the end, their Yuan Qi was completely depleted. He sent Lee Cheng flying with a single palm strike. Lee Cheng's punch also knocked him unconscious.

However, before he fainted, it seemed like someone had hugged him. That person's body was soft and boneless, making him feel so comfortable that his heart trembled. Then, his vision went black, and he didn't know anything.

At that time, the person who had hugged him was a woman. Duanmu Kuang speculated that it should have been that woman who had brought him here. Duanmu Kuang did not think much about it, and only then did he turn around and look around.

It should be night time. The oil lamp was lit in the room. The weak light made the entire room faint. It was unusually quiet, making people feel warm in their hearts. This room was very big, a few times bigger than the house Duanmu Kuang lived in. There was a dressing table in front of the window, and there were some clothes from his daughter's house hanging on the wall of the closet. On the square table in the middle, a familiar figure was half-lying on it. It seemed to be asleep.

Was it Senior Sister Zhong? Duanmu Kuang struggled to get up, but he immediately fell back onto the bed. His violent movement caused all the injuries in his body. A tremendous pain surged, as if thousands of ants were devouring flesh and blood. It was so painful that a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Duanmu Kuang took a deep breath. He did not feel anything when he fought with Lee Cheng. He did not expect the injury to be so serious that even waking up was so difficult. Just as he was about to get up, the boundless pain felt like it was going to tear him apart. Unable to exert any strength, he fell back to his original position.

"Does this count as life not being able to take care of itself?" Duanmu Kuang mocked himself.

He used his Divine Sense to look inside his body, and waves of shock rose in his heart. There was only a small amount of Yuan Qi in his Qi Sea. The thick clouds in his Qi Sea had disappeared, leaving only a thin layer of fog, as if it would dissipate at any time.

The meridians in his body were even more complex and complex, like old trees with roots coiled around each other. As soon as he circulated his Yuan Qi, it was so painful that it made people grimace in pain, and cold sweat broke out.

Duanmu Kuang was stunned. He had never suffered such a serious injury before. Now, in his current condition, he couldn't even circulate his Yuan Qi. It seemed that he wouldn't be able to recover in a year or so.

However, the inner sect disciple selection was about to begin in half a year. Duanmu Kuang wasn't sure if he could recover in half a year and catch up to this selection.

These past few days had made him extremely tired of the life of outer sect disciples, and his desire to become an inner sect disciple had become even more urgent. Becoming an inner circle disciple not only allowed him to get rid of those miscellaneous tasks, but also free time to cultivate. Furthermore, he could often see Zhong Lingyan. Duanmu Kuang looked at the figure lying on the side of the table. The divine light in his eyes became even hotter.

Duanmu Kuang carefully put his hand on the edge of the bed and endured the pain all over his body as he got off the bed. He was in so much pain that he kept grinning. He dragged his heavy steps and slowly walked to the front of the table.

"Zhong..." Duanmu Kuang, who was about to open his mouth, stopped his voice. He even forgot to close his mouth. The sleeping girl picture in front of him was too beautiful. It was so beautiful that it shocked his soul.

The lights in the room were dim. Zhong Lingyan quietly leaned on the table. Half of her pretty face was revealed. Her curved eyebrows were slightly locked. As if she had something on her mind, she could not relax and her long eyelashes trembled slightly. There were still traces of dried tear stains on her face. She slightly bit her lips. A few strands of black hair were messy in her basin under the light. Through the dark hair, at this moment, her red lips were covered in wax.

At this moment, Zhong Lingyan was sleeping soundly and breathing slowly. She was like a fairy that did not touch the mortal world, making people not want to sully her. Duanmu Kuang did not dare to make another sound to disturb her, as if he was afraid of breaking this peaceful scene.

A sweet feeling like honey rose from the bottom of his heart. It penetrated his heart, and even the injuries on his body seemed to have been alleviated a little. Duanmu Kuang just quietly looked at Zhong Lingyan like this, and feelings began to grow in his heart.

Now, he didn't only have a favorable impression of her, but also not just pure gratitude. After these few days of contact, Zhong Lingyan had been deeply imprinted in the depths of his mind. It filled his heart and could not be dispersed anymore. Unknowingly, he had gradually fallen in love with this woman in front of him.

Duanmu Kuang slowly moved closer and also laid on the table. He leaned to the side and looked at Zhong Lingyan in front of him without moving. The corner of his mouth revealed a little smile. He was actually in a trance.

"Ah... Silly boy, you are awake."

A startled cry sounded. It was unknown when Zhong Lingyan had opened her eyes and jumped up.

She had just been sleeping in a daze when she felt a hot breath blowing on her face, making her itch. Only then did she wake up. She saw Duanmu Kuang lying face to face with her on the table, looking at her in a daze. The thick scent of a man kept coming out of his mouth and nose, blowing on her face. Zhong Lingyan was shocked and couldn't help but cry out in shock.

"Uh... I have been awake for a long time." Duanmu Kuang touched his nose to hide the embarrassment on his face.

He had been staring at Zhong Lingyan like that just now, and his behavior had been too frivolous. When he saw Zhong Lingyan so frightened that she panicked, no matter how thick Duanmu Kuang's skin was, he could not help but blush.

"Who told you to get up? Don't you know how serious your injuries are now?" Zhong Lingyan said snappily. She came from a noble family and all the male disciples in the sect respected her like a celestial being. They all kept a distance from her, afraid that they would offend her. On the other hand, Duanmu Kuang had almost stuck his face to hers just now. That scorching hot male aura made her panic even more.

Furthermore, this stupid kid didn't cherish his own body at all. He had suffered such a serious injury. Once he woke up, he forcefully struggled to get out of bed and came to her side. Didn't he know that this would cause injuries on his body? His body was as fragile as glass right now. He couldn't move around. Zhong Lingyan's heart was in a knot.

"Hehe..." Duanmu Kuang laughed awkwardly when he heard that. Of course, he knew that he could not move his body now. However, when he saw Zhong Lingyan lying there, he could not help but get up from the bed. Of course, he could not tell Zhong Lingyan about this. He asked again, "Senior Sister Zhong, how long have I been unconscious? Did you bring me here? This is? "

Zhong Lingyan heard Duanmu Kuang's question and blushed. Qing Qi said, "You were too badly injured at that time and couldn't bring you back to your residence. I had to bring you here. This... This is my room. You've slept here for five days. " At the end of her words, Zhong Lingyan's voice became softer and softer. Even her raised head lowered a little. The crimson color on her face became even more vivid, as if blood was about to drip out.