Chapter 82: Weakness is the original sin

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Along with the bumpy road, Feng Chen recalled the sporadic memories in his mind, and learned that he was actually killed by Qinglian, but for some reason, he survived at this time.

After Feng Chen recalled it, he only felt a softness on the right side of his face and the tears on Yaolian's face. He seemed to understand something. There was a blush on his fair and jade-like face. He wanted to struggle down, but he felt weak all over.

Apologizing: "Put me down, it's not good for you."

"It's okay, we'll be there soon." Yaolian smiled and hugged her tighter.

"Where are the little girl and Ning Haokan?" Feng Chen asked worriedly and doubtfully.

Yaolian smiled and said: "They saved me once and are now living in my house. Don't worry, nothing will happen to them."

"Really? Then..." Feng Chen pondered for a while and said, "Are you okay?"

"Yes." Yaolian nodded slightly, turned to look at the vast city lord's palace and said, "We'll be here soon."

When Feng Chen saw the City Lord's Mansion again, a complex emotion arose in his heart. He was helplessly carried into the palace bed by Demon Lotus. Even if he wanted to struggle, he couldn't use any strength at all.

"Can you give me a spiritual slip?" Feng Chen, who was lying on the bed, asked weakly.

Yaolian watched Feng Chen staring at her, took out a jade slip from the storage ring, and hurriedly handed it to Feng Chen's hand.

Feng Chen looked at the white jade spiritual slip. Although it was only the size of a palm, it became several feet long and wide by just stimulating a little spiritual energy.

An icy blue cold light flashed through Feng Chen's eyes, and a black ice-cold sword condensed into it. He used his mind to control the black ice-cold sword to carve the acupuncture points of memory in his mind on the spiritual slip.

Yaolian did not look at what Feng Chen had drawn, but was fascinated by Feng Chen who was writing seriously.

When I hugged him just now, Feng Chen lost his usual seriousness as a teacher, but was frail and real, as if he were a child that people couldn't help but take care of.

But at this moment, Feng Chen's serious look shone with a hint of perseverance, making people unable to help but indulge in it.

It wasn't until Feng Chen wrote the acupuncture points and handed the jade slip to Yaolian that he came back to his senses.

"What is this?" Yaolian looked at the jade slip with curiosity.

"This is what I mentioned before, the location of the acupuncture points throughout the body." Feng Chen said with his eyes slightly open. His already weak body became even more depressed after using the artistic conception to write the acupoints.

Seeing that there were one hundred and eighty acupuncture points, all of which were in the same position as the acupoints recorded in the previous practice, Yao Lian knew that this must be true. What shocked Yao Lian even more was that there were more than 10 acupoints written here.

Three hundred and sixty places!

But there are three hundred and sixty-five spiritual points!

"These five spiritual points?" Demon Lotus couldn't help but asked in surprise.

"Five secret spiritual caves that the world doesn't know about." Feng Chen said calmly, and then pretended to be cold and said: "This is my gratitude for saving my life. From now on, we will not owe each other anything."

The originally delighted Yaolian threw the spirit slip to the ground and said with tears in her eyes: "Do you think I saved you because of this spiritual point!"

As expected, it was difficult to continue pretending, and Feng Chen could only sigh softly due to his physical weakness: "I know you are not doing it for the spiritual point, but I have no future."

Demon Lotus covered Fengchen with the quilt and said, "You should rest for a while and don't exert any more force. I know that your lifespan is only seventeen days, and you are only at the second level of mortal transformation."

"Now that you know why?" Feng Chen said softly.

"Because I like you." Yaolian smiled.

Fengchen closed his eyes, then opened them with difficulty and said, "But I already have a fiancée."

"I know all this. I want to know how she is better than me?" Yaolian asked unwillingly.

"You were only a little later than her." Feng Chen didn't know why, but there was a voice in the deepest part of his heart that kept saying something, and it seemed that he could never let Feng Shiyu down.

"Can't you lie to me?" Yaolian buried her head in Fengchen's chest and said.

"That will only end up endlessly. I don't want to be entangled in it all the time." Feng Chen said calmly.

"You are such an idiot!" Yaolian hit Feng Chen on the chest hard.

Feng Chen snorted and said, "Well, I would rather be called a fool by you than be a real scumbag. I'm sorry."

"Then tell me who she is? Am I not as good as her?" Yaolian asked with a hint of hope.

Feng Chen was silent for a while and said, feeling a little hard to say...

"If you don't tell me, then don't leave here." Seeing this, Yaolian turned around and locked the entire door, and ran out crying.

"Hey." Feng Chen sighed for a while and said, "This is really a cocoon, but maybe she will feel better after she cries."

Feng Chen is not an expert in love, he just likes Feng Shiyu, but the reason that makes him fall in love at first sight is not his appearance, but a kind of fate, a fate that has spanned countless reincarnations, so that he can never like other people.

, Otherwise, something may happen that you cannot accept.

Without this fate, I might have fallen in love with someone else long ago, either Fang Xiangxi, or Demon Lotus, or even...

For some reason, after Fengchen closed his eyes, he unconsciously walked towards the world of ice and snow deep in his heart.

Feng Chen looked at Bing Xin Fengchen, who was dressed in white, standing alone in the snowy field, and asked with doubts in his heart: "Why do I like Feng Shiyu so much?"

"You haven't entered the mourning platform yet." Bing Xin Fengchen said calmly: "Also, I have lost my feelings. In my opinion, the only explanation for this matter is love at first sight."

"Really? Love at first sight?" Feng Chen stared at Bing Xin and said, "Then have you really lost your feelings?"

"With your strength, you are not worthy of knowing too many things. Recall the powerlessness you feel. When you understand that weakness is the original sin, you will know how insignificant the things you are asking now are." Bing Xin Fengchen said coldly.

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Bing Xin Fengchen waved his hand and placed Fengchen in a memory corridor, allowing him to sink into endless memories.

During the first confrontation, Feng Chen was caught by Xiang Wuya, a warrior from the Aoyun Kingdom, who caught the Prince's Sword with both fingers.

When faced with a group of ghosts slaughtering the country, Feng Chen watched helplessly as millions of people were trampled by the ghost generals.

When Lingyun was provoking life and death, Fengchen heard the ridicule of many disciples.

The first time I came into contact with corpse evil, I felt so desperate and helpless that my life was hanging by a thread.

Finally, when faced with a wisp of Qinglian's hair, he involuntarily retreated.

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Too many powerless images kept replaying in Fengchen's mind, as if he were experiencing them all over again.

The unprecedented feeling of powerlessness continued to pile up, making Feng Chen deeply realize how miserable it was to have no strength.

If he had absolute strength back then.

It was possible to defeat Wu Ya without the help of Feng Zhentian in the first place.

Even when faced with ghost generals who are almost gods, he can kill them with his sword.

When Ling Yun speaks, there is no need to be bound by the way of heaven and retreat at a word.

The corpse evil that threatened him was buried with one thought.

Even directly Qinglian... river crab passing by

At this time, the life span of Fengchen is eighty-eight days...

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