In fact, ti didn’t actually last long, but Lin Chaofeng felt a mont of epherality and eternity.
I don’t know if this is a soft and warm illusion, or if it’s the desperate environnt they live in, making ti seem particularly difficult.
In the end, Lin Chaofeng felt a slight movent in his Dantian. A rush of Qi started in the Dantian, slowly flowing through the ridians of his body.
"A reaction," Li Shuwen’s voice sounded a bit pleased. This ti, he noticed a slight change in the general outline. It wasn’t sothing he understood from his own consciousness about Lin Chaofeng’s body.
"The path of this force is strange," Lin Zhaofeng whispered.
Since his heart reacted, his consciousness first focused on the autonomous spirit of the body.
The red fla of the Danheart had existed in his body for nearly twenty years, and it was only recently that he mobilized the spiritual energy stored in the Dantian of the Danheart.
He had never seen the power of the Danheart album, let alone used it.
He also discovered a problem, that the summoning of Spiritual Energy in the Dantian was a process controlled by his own body’s master.
Now, though seriously injured and without luck, the power of the Danheart seed to flow without his aid.
What also puzzled him was this path of spirit. Because the Danheart had changed, he instinctively thought it would flow according to its previous route.
The ridians in his body were more like a winding and complex road.
It’s like when people walk an unfamiliar road, they naturally choose a path with traces of seniors.
But this was another way, starting to run directly, completely beyond Lin Chaofeng’s imagination.
Though Lin Chaofeng couldn’t see an entrance to the road, he had to admire the capability of this gift—it was very clever.
A freely passing pass.
Li Shuwen’s conduct was excessively bold. Lin Chaofeng knew that both his heart and mind might be ignorant of affairs between n and won. This text was not their first ti, but he still hoped he wasn’t so indiscreet in his attitude towards Li Shuwen’s physical actions!
In this way, his guilt was slightly alleviated.
Lin Chaofeng’s performance wasn’t an act of impotence. It was entirely an internal inferiority, a strong sense of self-doubt in front of those around him.
This physical contact nearly established an intimate relationship between the two, a closeness between man and woman, though perhaps unrelated.
Lin Chaofeng was born in the mountains. Compared to Li Shu’s monetary offering, Li Shuwen was born of royalty, and he seed undeserving.
No one’s dust, so what of the father’s girl, the king of heaven then?
As long as you want to, as long as you have the capability, if you are different, you can enjoy compensation freely.
n are like this. With just one thought, a beautiful woman can be observed by oneself.
Anyone could do this, but Lin Chaofeng couldn’t, because he was destined not to do it.
When he understood his destiny, he said he never wanted to be a born nobleman because God was unfair to him.
He was born to a noble family. Inviting him to the world may be a good idea, but in Qingfeng Town, it was the foremost family.
As the sole heir of the family, he always acted cautiously.
Regarding matters between n and won, because the seniors of the Tea Leaf family from Yucheng valued his natural compassion, he had a marriage arranged with Cha Yeyu.
He did not ruin the family’s reputation over this matter, nor did he feel sorry for soone he initially didn’t know.
He was born, precisely because of this red fire, and his mother died during his birth, giving him a lifelong sense of guilt, an irreparable guilt.
Because he had a good family education, he didn’t grow up like a wild child. At the sa ti, he was considered a person of cold temperant before leaving the house, at least in the eyes of outsiders as they understood him.
Growing up in Qingfeng Town, he didn’t even have friends.
In his family, he was a diligent and enterprising young master; in the eyes of outsiders, he was a more emotionless person.
Because he barely used his position as the household head of the town to display anything bad to the residents, nor anything good for that matter.
He was always so aloof.
Perhaps he knew this was actually a kind of forgetfulness.
He always appreciated the colleagues around him coming together, imagining what might happen was a kind of hobby during his growth.
So, he developed a character and ability that observed every minute detail.
He wanted to feel the world’s beauty and gloom so that he wouldn’t walk into this world in vain.
All of this was because of his own destiny, reaching the Golden Core realm once in his lifeti. Fang Chi, before leading him on the path of eight branches, never held any hope over this matter.
Thus, he cultivated a mindset of respecting everyone he t.
Including rchants who dealt with the Lin family—regardless of their disgraceful business history—so long as they didn’t resort to shaless ans here, he had corresponding respect.
In life, ordinary and unremarkable travelers were treated this way, let alone those with a certain weight in their hearts.
He once thought, if he wanted to do sothing like this, he wanted it with worldly matters.
To enter quietly, to leave quietly.
Li Shuwen’s behavior stood as a heavier presence in their hearts.
His own life was still in danger. Because of this, he felt his human being less than ordinary people.
Thus, he felt inferior; at the sa ti, he was angry with himself.
How did he have such an existence that threatened life?
Why aren’t you like ordinary people, with love, hate, and resentnt?
Why must you hang up the phone with those around as much as possible to get along?
The more active Li Shuwen, the more fearful, the more painful. He failed to overco his psychological interference. He controlled his mind as if possessed by a demon.
Seeing Lin Chaofeng’s changeable look after receiving the script, Li Shuwen said, "Actually, this isn’t our first ti, I just want Brother Chaofeng to look at more naturally."
After Li Shuwen finished, his face blushed again. All these changes were seen in his eyes. At those monts, his face cald down, his eyes no longer resisted, he looked directly at Li Shuwen with light coming through.
No distractions, how would the Big Confusion stir waves?
Though this gaze was quite bold, the girl from Li Shuwen’s house had reached this level. He avoided this course, but it was sowhat destined to be unusual.
What kind of person is Li Shuwen?
He couldn’t defeat Wang Zhongyi. To help himself and his friends, he chose to give up.
After Li Shuwen spoke, he moved forward again. Because Lin Chao’s body was half on a stone behind him, his foot was forward.
Li Shuwen resolutely placed his internal reserve aside and sat directly on Lin Chaofeng’s feet. For a mont, this scene was bleeding.
Fragrant, dizzying scent.
As a vibrant young man, Lin Chaofeng wasn’t an immovable living sage of Daoists.
For that lingering fragrance, for the eyes, because the proximity between Li Shuwen and him increased once more, the snow-white figure, breath gradually increasing.
But he dared not delay, placing his hand on the rope at Li Shuwen’s waist.
A unique slip and softness, he thought, this is a man’s end-of-life dream.
Because of this intimate contact, both of them had an instinctive reaction.
Li Shuwen lowered her head in sha. She said, she wasn’t a roaming woman. Sitting on Lin Chaofeng’s foot in such a way, she felt sha.
Holding his breath, Lin Chaofeng was not a reckless prodigal son. He did not hold those wanton and unrestrained, floating poses.
These two people were so close and unnatural, they began plotting their next move, a plan that would give them hope of escaping Wang Zhongyi’s control.
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