Take you to practice and take you to fly [Entertainment]

Seeing Fu Baiyun studying seriously, Yu Congcong couldn't bear to disturb him, but after a busy day, he should take a good rest.

"Cheng Xing has dinner." Since Yu Congcong knew that Fu Boyun was not Lin Qiong, he no longer felt that the other party looked like Lin Qiong, and his appearance became clear in his mind, probably because Fu Boyun's existence told him all the time, Lin Qiong is no longer in this world, and he always rejects him.

"That Fu Boyun has had dinner." His voice was very soft.

He ate lunch very early, and even though he had stuffed his belly in the afternoon, he was still starving by this point. At the end of one word, Cheng Xing said, "Let's go eat."

Fu Boyun was in a bit of a dilemma, how to escape this time.

Cheng Xing was quite shocked when Fu Boyun didn't eat and brought him some food last time. Martial arts practitioners have much higher requirements for food than ordinary people, but until now he has never seen the other party eat. Fu Boyun is now half of him. Master, Cheng Xing felt that he should care about him, and with great difficulty used his left hand to pick up a piece of chopsticks meat for Fu Boyun.

"Eat more." Cheng Xing said with a smile.

Fu Boyun pushed the meal forward, "I'm not hungry, you eat."

Song Yue frowned, remembering the short lunch time at noon, Fu Boyun didn't eat.

"Aren't you used to the food here?" It's not spicy, and the dishes are varied and taste good, so you won't be overwhelmed.

Fu Boyun could only nod his head, and Yi Qing sighed, knowing that she couldn't persuade him.

It is also strange that Fu Boyun is still full of energy after not eating for a day. Could it be that the ancients were so strong? Song Yue looked at Fu Boyun who was studying hard and couldn't help sighing. Didn't he travel to ancient times, travel to a strange world, would he be very lonely, Song Yue couldn't help but feel uncomfortable thinking of this, would Lin Qiong not eat like Fu Baiyun.

Song Yue felt that he couldn't think about it anymore, that luck and misfortune were all destined by God.

In the living room, the two were studying, and Yu Congcong continued to watch the Internet. When it was ten o'clock, Song Yue put down his phone.

"I'm going to cook supper, Bo Yun, do you want to eat?" Song Yue felt that he should care about Fu Boyun who is also time-traveling.

Fu Boyun couldn't answer when he mentioned food, he shook his head stubbornly and didn't speak.

Song Yue suddenly felt that the problem was a little serious, and Fu Baiyun was the closest to Cheng Xing, so Song Yue had no choice but to send a message to Cheng Xing to persuade him.

Cheng Xing had turned his phone to silent mode before, and he only saw this message after he returned to his room.

After running out of the window, Cheng Xing found that Fu Boyun was waiting for him there.

Fu Boyun asked: "How was yesterday? Are you still learning?"

Cheng Xing said firmly: "Study, please give me some advice on what I learned yesterday, but there is a big problem before that, won't you be hungry if you haven't eaten? Is it because you have practiced internal strength?"

Fu Boyun pursed his lips and put his hands on the railing. He knew it would be unwise to tell Cheng Xing, but he wanted to tell Cheng Xing very much.

Fu Boyun's hesitation made Yi Qing a little excited, "Bo Yun, Cheng Xing is a good boy, it's okay to tell him."

While Fu Boyun was thinking, Cheng Xing just looked at him, wondering if he was dazzled, just now he seemed to see a flash of light on Fu Boyun's hand, but when he looked carefully, he was attracted by the other's slender finger bones, the light was dim It illuminated the small space, his white hands seemed to be shining, and the slender joints held the railing forcefully.

At this time, before he could react, a small flame suddenly appeared in Fu Boyun's palm.

Cheng Xing opened his mouth in surprise, "Is this a trick?"

Fu Boyun didn't speak, but the flame suddenly seemed to have life, and it swam towards Cheng Xing like a ribbon.

The fire was very gentle, Cheng Xing only felt the warmth around him.

"What is this?" Cheng Xing asked in surprise, teasing the tongue of fire.

Fu Boyun told the other party truthfully, "This is formed by the condensation of my spiritual power."

"Lingli, could it be that you are a cultivator?" Cheng Xing was really shocked but more excited.

Cheng Xing would know that cultivators were something that Fu Boyun did not expect.