Quick Wear: Waiting for an Opportunity

Chapter 1551 The Lamplighter (6)

Yelü Feng smiled slightly and once again explained his good brother's way of speaking.

Yelü Feng: "Um, him, my brother, Yelü Li, and I, Yelü Feng, that's just how he is when he speaks. He conveys too much information, which is a bit lacking in precision. Moreover, he has a very casual way of doing things, so most of the time it's impossible to grasp his true thoughts. Therefore, don't worry too much about it, there's no need to overthink it."

Yelü Feng: "Right now, our most important thing is to protect ourselves!"

Yelü Feng did not say that he cut corners!

Feng Qing's eyebrows twitched slightly as she watched him quietly, her expression utterly bizarre!

"Hmm, they have different personalities, so let's just forget about it. But his composure and his way of speaking, which jumps so far in one step, are just too much. I almost couldn't keep up!" Feng Qing thought to herself, raising her eyebrows slightly and smiling faintly as she spoke softly.

Feng Qing: "Hehe, I guess I should accept it!"

Feng Qing: "Those who can adapt won't care too much, they won't care at all!"

Feng Qing spoke, but in her heart she was unwilling. She gently moved her heavy body. The severe injuries could only heal the surface. The internal pain, the pain of her bones being broken, was still very uncomfortable.

She forced herself to stand up, enduring excruciating pain, and slowly rose to speak.

Feng Qing: "Let's go, lead the way!"

Feng Qing: "Let's go outside!"

Yelü Feng: "Mmm!"

Yelü Feng turned around and glanced sideways at the heavily injured goddess. He sighed inwardly, "Ah, what a difficult job and position!" He shook his head gently and walked ahead.

The goddess Feng Qing, with her frail and gentle demeanor, walked slowly towards the end, never falling behind, until she returned to the Phoenix Clan's tribe.

The place is teeming with people, and the warmth of everyday life is palpable; it has a real sense of living.

As Feng Qing walked along, observing the lively scene, she thought to herself, "So this is what human life is like—simple and beautiful. There are voices, laughter, and the warmth of everyday life. It's so full of human warmth!" Unlike her own Heavenly Palace, which was so high up and devoid of human presence.

A person alone in a cold, desolate, empty place—where is there warmth, and where can one live?

Over the years, as a ferryman, he seems to have absorbed a lot of the human touch, his emotions have become richer, and he is more sentimental than ever before.

How much can a sentimental person, a goddess burdened by love and acting on impulse, achieve and gain?

"Ding-dong! Ding-dong!"

A bamboo woven object rolled down to Feng Qing's feet with a creak, immediately blocking her path as she was thinking.

She stopped, looking down at the ball on the ground, a child's toy. Just listening to it and watching it was a very healing scene.

A faint smile unconsciously appeared on her face, revealing an expression free of burden or pressure. It was quite obvious that she was infected by childhood memories, or perhaps happiness.

Setting aside the hustle and bustle of the world, the grand affairs of people and the complexities of human nature, she is happy at this moment. With a gentle bend, she picks up the ball, and it jingles and rattles in her hand.

Feng Qing: "Uh, hehe..."

She smiled!