Campus Beauty's Immortal Guard

0Mo Feiyu quickly finished writing the score, but he didn't include the lyrics. Obviously, the lyrics didn't intend to tell everyone, so Chen Qingling didn't ask about it. Mo Feiyu and Ling Mengyan went back upstairs together. Ling Mengyan sat on the bed with her lips pursed, as if blaming Mo Feiyu for acting on his own.    0

    

"What's wrong?"    

    

"Feiyu, I really don't know how to dance. If I go on stage like this, I'm sure people will laugh at me." Ling Mengyan looked at Mo Feiyu with a displeased expression. She clearly didn't understand why Mo Feiyu wanted her on stage.    

    

"Look at what this is." Mo Feiyu didn't pay any attention to Ling Mengyan. Instead, he walked to the wardrobe and took out a set of clothes.    

    

"This is?"    

    

Looking at the clothes in Mo Feiyu's hand, Ling Mengyan froze on the spot. It wasn't that she hadn't seen beautiful clothes before, but she had never seen something like the clothes in Mo Feiyu's hand. This style wasn't produced by any factory, it was more like the clothes of a fairy.    

    

"How do you like it?"    

    

"Where did this come from?"    

    

"I made it, it's got a very nice name, it's called the Wide-Sleeved Immortal Dress." The clothes in Mo Feiyu's hands were indeed made by him personally. As for the inspiration, it was the clothes that Ling Mengyan loved the most in his previous life.    

    

Although the clothes in Mo Feiyu's hands were only imitated by Mo Feiyu, they were exactly the same as the original. Of course, because it was only made from ordinary things, it didn't have the same powerful defensive ability as before.    

    

Which girl didn't like to be beautiful, and which girl didn't like to wear beautiful clothes? Looking at the clothes in Mo Feiyu's hands, Ling Mengyan really liked them. And she knew that Mo Feiyu made the clothes himself, so she was touched.    

    

"You were always not here when I was training to prepare it?" Suddenly, he remembered that when he was cultivating, Mo Feiyu often went somewhere. Now that he thought about it, Mo Feiyu must have prepared this set of clothes.    

    

"Well, how do you like it?"    

    

"I like it. Feiyu, you're the best. " As she spoke, Lili took the wide-sleeved Flowing Immortal Dress from Mo Feiyu. She turned around and took off her clothes, putting them on.    

    

When Ling Mengyan turned around, Mo Feiyu was stunned. He looked at Ling Mengyan quietly, but didn't say a word. Mo Feiyu's eyes were filled with tears. This piece of clothing was Ling Mengyan's favorite one. It was the exact same one Ling Mengyan was wearing when she died of serious injuries in Mo Feiyu's arms. Mo Feiyu's tears flowed down as he looked at the familiar figure. Hundreds of years of hard work wasn't for the title of celestial sovereign, it was just because the legends say that after becoming immortal, one would have the power to revive others. This was what Mo Feiyu was after.    

    

"What's the matter with you, Feiyu?" She had never seen Mo Feiyu like this before, and Ling Mengyan was clearly flustered. She did not understand why Mo Feiyu would become like this.    

    

"Mengyan, you know what? I've been waiting for you for five hundred years." Mo Feiyu's eyes were still full of tears, but his face had a smile hanging on it. Looking at Mo Feiyu like this, Ling Mengyan felt as if something deep in her heart had been moved.    

    

"Feiyu, I …"    

    

Ling Mengyan wanted to say something, but was interrupted by a kiss from Mo Feiyu. Although Ling Mengyan didn't know what had happened, she felt that Mo Feiyu's love for her had deepened, and she felt the same way.    

    

After a long while, the two of them separated, and they could see the feelings in each other's eyes.    

    

"Mengyan, let me teach you how to dance."    

    

"Yes."    

    

Stepping in the familiar yet unfamiliar dance steps, Mo Feiyu began to teach Ling Mengyan how to dance. It was true that Ling Mengyan had never learned how to dance before, but now that she was at the Foundation Establishment stage, her body's reaction and reaction speed far exceeded that of an ordinary person's, so learning to dance wasn't too difficult for her. After a few rounds, Ling Mengyan was finally able to finish the whole set of movements with difficulty.    

    

"Feiyu, you want me to put on this outfit and perform on stage?" Ling Mengyan asked as she sat down to rest.    

    

"Yeah, can I?"    

    

"Yes, yes, but you have to be careful."    

    

"Careful? Be careful of what? "    

    

"Be careful of the boys who pursue me. I feel like I'm attracted to myself in this outfit." Ling Mengyan said proudly in Mo Feiyu's arms. In fact, she really liked the clothes Mo Feiyu gave her.    

    

"They should be the ones who should be careful. I, Mo Feiyu, am not someone that others can pursue."    

    

"How annoying, who is your woman?"    

    

"Who else but you?" After saying that, Mo Feiyu gave Ling Mengyan a gentle kiss. Ling Mengyan did not refuse either.    

    

Deep into the night, Mo Feiyu and Ling Mengyan were lying on the bed. Both of them had a myriad of thoughts in their minds. No matter who it was, it was difficult for them to fall asleep.    

    

It was early in the morning, and the mansion seemed so quiet today. Mo Feiyu, who usually woke up early, was still in his sleep. Outside the villa, Chen Qingling and Mo Yaru stood together, quietly looking into the distance.