Sweet and salty prehistoric husband and wife

The sudden situation of Mr. Hua Yu made everyone put down their things, and stood there at a loss, not daring to move. They were frightened by Mr. Hua Yu's cold shout. Since they met God Envoy, they have never I've heard such a cold voice before.

The envoy's voice has always been cold and warm, seeming to isolate them from a distance, but in fact he has always been kind to them.

Wa Ya approached Fenghu with a serious face, and held him back, fearing that he would be impulsive.

Fenghu took Wa Ya's hand, and shook his head slightly at Wa Ya's witch doctor, reassuring him that he would never be impulsive when it comes to Hua Hua.

Even if he wanted to run in and hug Huahua right now, but before Huahua said something, he would definitely not take half a step forward.

Clenching his hands tightly, Fenghu stood still in place with air-conditioning all over his body, the aura that no one was allowed to approach filled the air, standing outside Mr. Hua Yu's tent like a door god.

Geeta didn't dare to get close, and he was indescribably afraid. He didn't know what happened to the envoy. The envoy always treated his clansmen specially. The sudden refusal frightened him. He was afraid that the envoy would Abandon everyone in Huze.

From the moment Mr. Hua Yu yelled at Fenghu and entered the tent, the air seemed to freeze around everyone, making their hearts tightly clenched. Everyone's complexions were slightly pale, and their eyes were fixed on one place. It seemed that in the next second, that beautiful face with tenderness and indifference would appear in front of her eyes.

The people outside were anxious and sad, and Mr. Hua Yu inside was not much better. He wrapped his trembling body tightly with the animal skin quilt, and tightly clutched the animal skin quilt with his cold and sweaty hands. There was slight cold sweat on his forehead, his brows were furrowed, his lips were pursed tightly, and his eyes were slightly closed, trying to suppress the anxiety and boredom in his heart.

Time passed by little by little, and it was only 10 minutes, as if it had spanned a long time.

Fenghu's tall and stalwart body stood on the spot like a rock, his eyes were fixed on the curtain of the tent, and he listened intently to the movement inside.

I have never been so grateful for my sensitive ears as I am at this moment, I can hear the movement of the people inside with a slight sound, and I don't miss any changes in the breathing inside.

At the beginning, the suppressed haste and forbearance, and then slowed down, but the still uncomfortable voice gradually became calm, and some time passed, the people inside gave themselves enough time to calm down, and finally the movement slowly became louder, it was the opening of the beast. The sound of leather quilts.

"Fenghu, come in."

Unsurprisingly, the next thing was the voice of summoning, like the sound of nature, warming Fenghu's cold heart, closing his sore eyes, suppressing the gloom and madness in his heart, tidying up his facial expressions, and showing his usual fortitude and seriousness. The expression opened the curtain door.

Feng Hu bent down and got into the tent, put down the curtain with his back, and cut off the concerned gazes from outside. His eyes were tightly locked on Mr. Hua Yu's pale, sweaty face from the moment he entered, and his heart throbbed. For a moment, the tall figure sat down in front of Mr. Hua Yu, holding Hua Yu's face with both hands nervously, and asked distressedly: "What's going on, what's wrong?"

With apologetic eyes, Mr. Hua Yu looked at Fenghu who carefully wiped the sweat off his face with his hands, and explained softly: "I didn't mean it just now."

How could Fenghu care about Huahua's indifferent rejection before, now he only cares about whether Huahua is okay, why is his face so pale, is there something uncomfortable, sweating so much, he only cares about Huahua's health at the moment.