Chapter 1813: Attacking the Sword Immortal Who Cannot Hear His Voice

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Favoring her eyes, Feng Guang couldn't help but feel that Nanke's appearance was really to her liking. Although his face could not be said to be unparalleled in the world, he had a rare, fairy-like aura about him. There is a bit of bookishness mixed in, but it can really tug at people's heartstrings easily.

She didn't know what her ideal type should be like before, but since meeting Nanke, she can imagine it a little bit.

She prefers a gentle man to a domineering man. Of course, this gentleness should not mean that he is gentle to everyone, as long as he is gentle to her alone, it is enough.

Hearing Feng Guang's tone, she really didn't care about it anymore. The corners of Nanke's lips raised slightly, showing a nice curve. He looked at her with soft eyes, and even the moonlight around her seemed to be shining because of him. Much gentler, he asked: "Since Miss Fengguang doesn't care anymore, can I touch your breast?"

Feng Guang, who was happily holding flowers, stiffened.

Seeing that she didn't answer, he asked again, "Miss Fengguang, can I touch your breast?"

"……What did you say?"

His eyes curled up quietly, and he let out a low laugh, just like hearing the soft sound of wind in March when the earth is rejuvenating, which makes people feel more comfortable, "You are not angry anymore... Then I can touch you." Your breasts?”

Veins appeared on the back of Fengguang's hand holding the bouquet of jasmine flowers.

"Baby Fengguang is not angry anymore..." From the corner of the darkness of memory, a man's doting and gentle voice came out, "Then can you let me touch you?"

This was the voice that echoed in her head. She looked at Nanke and opened her mouth slightly, but still couldn't call out a name.

Nan Ke said warmly: "Scenery girl..."

She came back to her senses from the sluggish state, and then she was shocked to realize that her hand that was holding the flower was unconsciously tightening, and her nails were about to dig into the skin of her palm. It was Nanke who held her hand and kept it from letting go. She really hurt herself.

"What's wrong with you?" Nanke asked.

Her expression turned pale, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead, as if she had been frightened or had a nightmare.

Fengguang was panting and feeling restless. When she recalled the voice that had just appeared inexplicably in her head, she couldn't remember what voice had just appeared in her head. It was like the voice you had clearly heard before. It's the same feeling as remembering what you wanted to do, but forgetting it after just a second, and you still can't remember it. This feeling is very uncomfortable.

Feng Guang has never had such an experience, at least not in her memory. Even if she sometimes wakes up from a dream and forgets the content of the dream, she just forgets it if she feels like it. It is a nightmare anyway, so there is no need to remember it. , but this time is different.

She always wants to catch something...what is it?

She doesn't know it herself.

"Nothing..." No matter how much she thought about it, it was to no avail, so Feng Guang simply gave up pursuing the investigation. She looked up at Nanke, hummed back to normal, took out the hand held by him, and said with a strong voice: "You want to be frivolous with me with just a bouquet of flowers. I mean, village chief, you think I'm too cheap!"

She threw the bunch of crumpled flowers she had caught into his arms, turned around and entered the door, closing the door heavily.

Tu Liunanke stood outside the door. This lonely figure in the night made people feel a little pitiful.