Becoming a Senior Sister Lingshan

Chapter 207
At this time, there was no sound in Lu Ling's ears. Although she was speeding through the air, she couldn't hear the wind.

If Liu Fufeng was standing in the air like a banished fairy, then Lu Ling was much more embarrassed. She was lying down, rolling twice from time to time, and her eyes were tightly closed, not daring to look out at all.

The first time Lu Ling realized that she was afraid of heights was when Liu Fufeng fell off the cliff when she just entered the mountain.

The second time was in Shushan, but Xuechen manipulated her body at that time, so the feeling was not very deep.

Then there is now.

Different from Liu Fufeng's novelty, when she first found out that she was flying, the first thing she felt was excitement, and then...

Lu Ling was furious.

Still exile?She now feels that she is in a state of weightlessness, and she may fall at any time, and she is so panicked that she dare not open her eyes.

Speaking of which, while she was trembling with fear, she also felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

It's not this height, but the sea of ​​clouds and waves before, that kind of person in the cloud, wherever she goes, the cloud will follow her, even reaching out to hold it, and the feeling that the face can touch it...

Long, long ago, she lived in that world.

She remembered that at that time she was not called Lu Ling, and it was in that world that she won Lingshan, a sect that she was not optimistic about.

That's right, I have lived in the sea of ​​clouds for many years, why am I still afraid of heights?
It should be just a psychological effect... Lu Ling cheered herself up in her heart, and then tried to open her eyes a crack.

Below him, there is a thick white cloud like a field.

Lu Ling breathed a sigh of relief, but it was a pity that the sky was not beautiful.got windy.

When the wind is surging, a large cloud layer will disappear with the wind, and after the sea of ​​clouds is blown away by the strong wind under the feet... what will appear is the abyss.

What Lu Ling saw was a grass-like forest, as if the whole world had shrunk.

My heart beats fast, my breathing becomes short of breath, and my body becomes stiff.

She closed her eyes and typed GG.

"Senior Sister..." Liu Fufeng turned his head and glanced at Lu Ling behind him, and when he was about to ask her if she liked the beautiful scenery, his expression changed.

At this time, Lu Ling seemed to have lost consciousness, and her limbs were dragged forward weakly by the cyclone.

"Sister!"

It was only then that she remembered that her Ah Ling was a little afraid of heights, which could be seen from Lu Ling riding the teleportation array or never going to the edge of the cliff.

I actually forgot this.

"Senior Sister?" Seeing that Lu Ling didn't respond to her, Liu Fufeng also panicked. She tried her best to get close to Lu Ling, but she couldn't control her actions. Of course, it's okay to slow down her speed a little.

It took a lot of effort for Liu Fufeng to reconcile with Lu Ling, and she immediately stretched out her hand and hugged Lu Ling in her arms.

Above the sea of ​​clouds, the sun was rising and the fog was thinning. Liu Fufeng broke through the sea of ​​clouds with Lu Ling in his arms, and stopped at the horizon.

"Senior sister..." Floating on the spot, Liu Fufeng held Lu Ling's hand with some force.

"Master, Junior Sister." Lu Ling spoke slowly.

She didn't lose consciousness, but she was a little afraid to open her eyes and see the abyss.

Although she knew that she was in the arms of her junior sister, this kind of princess hug made her unconsciously think of Shen Gui. Inexplicably, the fear of heights faded a lot.

Sure enough, compared to this so-called abyss, Shen Gui is more terrifying.

Of course, it might also be because her junior sister was by her side, so Lu Ling gained some confidence, and she slowly opened her eyes.

Because of the angle, Lu Ling, who was hugged by Liu Fufeng, couldn't see below, and all he could see was the ruddy but not glaring sun in front of him.

With a sigh of relief.

At this time, the red juice of the sun dyed the clouds red, inlaid a golden edge on the distant dark mountains, inlaid a golden light on the earth, and dominated the whole world under the heavy support of the fog.

Of course, Liu Fufeng's face was even more reddened.

"Master, Junior Sister..." Lu Ling opened her eyes wide.

Her junior sister...so beautiful...

Speaking of which, Liu Fufeng's face in Lu Ling's eyes has always been gentle.

But once upon a time, when Liu Fufeng just put on the black and white Taoist robe, he looked so stunning under the moon.

At this time, she was dressed in a thin cloud dress, and her shawl and long hair leaned into her arms like a waterfall. Lu Ling could smell the refreshing smell on it.

The strong wind in the sky sweeps away everything, blowing away the sea of ​​clouds like an autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, which is called a gangster wind, but under this gangster wind, even a strand of Liu Fufeng's hair cannot be blown away. There was indeed silence.

Lu Ling swallowed subconsciously, and looked at Liu Fufeng with a dazed look.

"Senior Sister, are you feeling better?" Seeing Lu Ling in a daze, Liu Fufeng thought she felt better, so he asked unconsciously.

"En..." Lu Ling nodded unconsciously.

"That's good." Hearing this, Liu Fufeng breathed a sigh of relief, the corners of his mouth raised, revealing two shallow dimples.

"Junior Sister, let me down." Lu Ling struggled for a while, and then Liu Fufeng placed her firmly in front of him. In this ten thousand feet high sky, the two of them were walking on the same level, and the cyclone around them also stabilized, as if they were in the air. rest.

"Don't look down!" Seeing Lu Ling's tendency to lower her head as soon as she stood firm, Liu Fufeng immediately covered her eyes. At this height, let alone Ah Ling, she would feel a little palpitation. If Lu Ling lowered her head, she would definitely collapse on the floor ground.

"I understand." Lu Ling doesn't care about fear of heights now, she just came down to see what her junior sister looks like now.

I don't know if it's an illusion or something, but Lu Ling always feels that Liu Fufeng's temperament has changed a bit.

At a glance, Lu Ling was stunned.

The white dress fluttered with the wind, and the hem of the clothes rose and fell from time to time. The clothes were like snow, black as ink, and her long body was smooth and gorgeous. The waist was tightened, showing the girl's slender and graceful figure to the fullest.

The slightly upturned face is exquisite and clear, the skin is as beautiful as porcelain, the lips are like cherry blossoms, and the gentleness in the calm and gentle eyes seems to melt her.

It looks more mature and a little more immortal.

Dignified with a touch of softness and softness, her eyes are moving, her phoenix eyebrows are bright, her lips are as tender as snow, her skin is snowy, and her black hair is like smoke, which is breathtaking.

Liu Fufeng's smile from the bottom of his heart is as clear as a drop of water, and his comfortable elegance is undisguised.

The most important thing is that there is a little more important temperament in her junior sister's eyes - Lu Ling can't say it, she just thinks that the woman in front of her is more beautiful, and she has the temperament of Qingzhu in Mr.'s courtyard.

This kind of emotion is called self-confidence, but Lu Ling can't see it now, because she is not as good as Liu Fufeng, and she doesn't know what self-confidence is at all.

"Yunxiang's clothes are beautiful, and the spring breeze is blowing on the threshold of Revlon." Lu Ling murmured, speaking in Chinese.

There is really no better poem than this line to describe the current Liu Fufeng. Although there are words such as demure like a beautiful flower shining in the water, and acting like a weak willow Fufeng, her junior sister is not the kind of weak woman who acts like a willow, but Is a very reliable person.

Speaking of which, Liu Fufeng has witnessed Lu Ling's growth, but looking at it the other way around, isn't Lu Ling a witness of her life?
Cultivation is never a game alone. Cultivation is relative.

Among women, those who focus on love and affection are the ones who attack, and those who are mainly attached to each other are the ones who suffer.

Who are the two of them attached to whom... But now it is not clear.

　Amway, my sister Ya's song "Bi Fang", station B av12963106, imitation of the Book of Songs sounds very comfortable——

　　
　
(End of this chapter)