Fast Transmigration: Black Moonlight Sharks Are Crazy in Shura Field

Fuyaoguang in his arms closed his eyes tightly and fell asleep peacefully, ignorant of the noise outside.

Ling Chan cast a spell to dry the moisture on his body.

The water vapor evaporated, but the Sleeping Beauty in her arms was still wet with moisture, which brought a sticky discomfort for no reason.

Ling Chan hugged her and didn't go back to Wushan, she just found a place in the mountain where Wushan's children usually stay and rest.

She put Fuyaoguang on the bed, and sat quietly on the side, waiting for Fuyaoguang to wake up.

When Fu Yaoguang opened his eyes, it was already evening, and through the wide open doors and windows of the wooden house, one could see the clouds in the sky painted bright orange by the sun.

Ling Chan lay on the head of his bed, with her arms under her face, and she smiled pleasantly at Fuyao Guang, her starry eyes lit up with gentle emotion.

Fu Yaoguang was infected by her, and his expression softened.

"Thank you." He lay on the bed, his eyes were rare tenderness, which even made his too pale face look a little weak.

"For me, you have to fight with Xue Xingchi..." Fu Yaoguang said softly, his eyes became more misty, "It's all because I can't protect you, I'm not strong enough, I'm sorry."

Ling Chan didn't expect that Fu Yaoguang actually heard what she said to Xue Xingchi!

But... This also seems to be something Xue Xingchi can do, he definitely did it on purpose!

Fu Yaoguang misunderstood Ling Chan's silence.

He whispered: "Xue Xingchi... is not a good match, Chanchan, don't do that."

"He is not a domestic dog to be tamed, but an insatiable beast. Do not lure wolves into your house."

Ling Chan has already done the matter of luring wolves into the house once.

Ling Chan pursed her lips and diverted the topic, "How is your health?"

"It's already healed." Fu Yaoguang's half-immortal body, even if he was injured, he would recover soon.

He didn't care about the physical pain, but sat up on the bed and held Ling Chan's hand, "Chanchan, you don't have to worry about this white mist anymore, let alone surrender to anyone, I will help you."

"I can beat him, I've found a way."

The setting sun was reflected in his eyes, and the thick and colorful fire clouds spread in his eyes, but he couldn't stop the burning determination.

Ling Chan held him backhanded, "What do you want to do?"

Fu Yaoguang smiled lightly and said nothing, he stretched out his hand and embraced Ling Chan.

He is much taller than Ling Chan, he is on the bed, and Ling Chan is sitting on the low stool beside the bed, it is like a mountain, and the thick black shadow completely covers Ling Chan.

The cold fragrance as clear as snow covered Ling Chan.

Ling Chan opened her eyes, clutching Fu Yaoguang's clothes, she could feel his steady heartbeat, Ling Chan suddenly said, "I'm homesick."

"When I finish the white mist, you can go home." Fu Yaoguang whispered.

It's just... there is no fluttering light.

The solution to Fuyaoguang is very simple.

Ordinary cultivators want to become immortals as mortal gods, but Fu Yaoguang is not. He looks exactly like a human being, but is completely different.

He is a god in the sky, and he has gone down to earth for many calamities. His powers have been sleeping in this mortal body, and as long as he can wake them up, he can use them.

How to wake up?

Fu Yaoguang has the answer in his heart.

Ling Chan pretended to be ignorant, and worriedly grabbed Fu Yaoguang's sleeve, "Will this secret method harm you?"

"You gain only when you lose." Fu Yaoguang stroked her long hair and said with a smile, "I'll be fine."

In his eyes, strange emotions surged, sticky and churning, entangled Ling Chan layer by layer, wishing to drown her here.

"But I need your help." Fu Yaoguang took his sword, which was his half body and an extension of his body. Fu Yaoguang never left his body for a moment, let alone hand it over to others.

He caressed the long sword, and the green edge that could be broken by blowing hair sliced ​​open his palm, and the blood line melted on the clear edge of the sword, flashing a stern light.

Fu Yaoguang put the sword in Ling Chan's hand, the hilt was cold and the relief on it was uneven, it was heavy on Ling Chan's palm.

This is an entrustment that is more important than life.

Fu Yaoguang stroked Ling Chan's face, smiled slightly and said, "Chanchan, I will be more useful than Xue Xingchi."

When he said this, he didn't seem to be jealous, but more like being coquettish.

【He wants you to kill him? ] The system was shocked, it calculated Fu Yaoguang's thoughts, and said in a daze: [You two, really...]

It hesitated for a moment, then asked in a low voice: [Chanchan, do you want to fulfill him? 】

Ling Chan smiled lightly and said: [What do you think? 】