Transmigration Dimensions: The Master Cultivator Young Miss

The white-clothed man opened his eyes wide, and his eyes were full of disbelief. To his death, he never thought that he would be killed by a little girl whose cultivation base was lower than his own, with only one blow.

Seeing that the white-clothed man lost his breath, Hua Shu finally breathed a sigh of relief, but as soon as he relaxed, he felt a smell of sweetness in his chest and a mouthful of blood gushing out.

"Puff!" She spouted a mouthful of blood, her legs softened, and she fell to the ground.

Hua Shu was sweating all over his body, his face was pale and frightening, his whole body seemed to be drained, full of powerlessness.

Aware of her strangeness, Feng Ming quickly solved the other two people, flew up to her, and understood the problem only after a closer feel.

This is obviously a symptom of forcibly driving the spiritual device, receiving backlash, and overusing the spiritual power.

He shook her hand without even thinking about it. Although he didn't understand, he never had close contact with people, especially when he hated women approaching, why he would be different to this girl, but when he reacted, he had already He took her hand and passed the spiritual power in his body to her.

Soon, Hua Shu felt that the sense of powerlessness disappeared. She looked up at Feng Ming and smiled gratefully: "You saved me once."

"You also saved me once." Feng Ming replied faintly.

Hua Shu bent his eyes and smiled, "Hehe, so it's even?"

He retracted his held hand, took out a Qi Qi Pill to eat, and then adjusted his breath with his legs crossed.

Feng Ming silently looked at his empty hand, and for some reason, he felt a sense of loss in his heart.

Hua Shu didn't notice the strangeness of Feng Ming. He didn't stop until he felt completely recovered. He got up to tidy up the clothes that had been messed up due to the fight, and confirmed that the three of them were dead, and planned to leave.

"I should go back, anyway, we don't owe each other, so let's say goodbye!"

"Name?" Feng Ming is still the same as gold.

"Huh?" Hua Shu blinked, and it took a while to realize what he meant, so he smiled: "Hua Shu."

Feng Ming secretly remembered her name, and the courtesy said: "Feng Ming."

"Well, I know." Hua Shu smiled, waved to him, and was about to leave.

However, there was a sudden warmth in his hands, which made Hua Shu's heart beat.

Hua Shu turned his head in a puzzled manner, and saw Feng Ming standing in front of her, his slender and white fingers were warm, and he gently pulled her hand.

Her hands were white and small, and she became more petite when she was pulled by him. She was obviously a stranger who met for the first time, but he seemed to have some magical power in him. When he held her hands, Hua Shu felt that her heartstrings seemed to be affected. I flipped it, and I didn't want to let it go.

He also held her hand when healed her before, but at that time her mind was all on her injury, she didn't notice it at all, and naturally she didn't feel anything. But it was different now. She clearly felt the temperature of his skin at this moment, especially when he was so close to herself, those deep and charming eyes, staring at her at this moment, gave her the illusion of being surrounded by his breath.

Hua Shu's heart beat wildly, her face flushed, and she couldn't help feeling a little flustered, because she found embarrassingly that her reaction like this was like a young girl who had just begun to love her.

She was about to say something to divert her attention, but Feng Ming let go of her hand first.

Looking at the blush on her face, Feng Ming also realized that his actions were a bit abrupt, and his expression became a little uncomfortable.