Ling Ning’s mouth is wide open.
The wind soul has a good dry cough, which explains Yu Ling’s coagulation. Zhi Xin realized that she was not a "brother and daughter" but a "brother and apprentice". Seeing Ling Ning’s innocence and beauty, she couldn’t help staring at the wind soul. The wind soul naturally knew what she was thinking and had to continue to look up at the ceiling.
"But I still don’t understand." Feng Zhixin sat back on the sofa and hugged the bathrobe tightly. "Elder brother, you said you would go to ancient times to find me, but didn’t you bring me here? You took me out of the house and then let that brother find me and run to ancient times … What are you doing? "
"Don’t ask me this question," sighed Feng Soul. "I don’t know what I’m doing."
He looked at the sky and thought, "I should have crossed by this time, right?" But zhi Xin is still in this era, and as a result, I went to ancient times to find her, which is really puzzling. Well, it seems strange that something is not quite right. "
But in any case, his heart was relieved. At the beginning, he was desperate to cross the ancient times in order to find the missing Zhi Xin. However, it seems that Zhi Xin’s roots have never left him. The root is that he is fooling around there alone.
Sitting beside zhi Xin, he stretched out his hand and touched his sister’s head.
The wind zhi Xin turned to look at him doubtfully.
"So you never left me." He smiled at his sister. "It’s good."
Wind zhi Xin dazed zheng looked at his eyes and asked, "did a lot happen to you in those days, brother?" It feels like you’ve changed a lot. "
"A lot of things did happen," Feng Soul said with a little vicissitudes. "Some things are really long stories."
"It’s a long story, so don’t say it. I don’t want to hear it anyway."
"Hey, what’s your face?"
"Because" Feng Zhi Xin looked down at the wind soul and pressed it on her chest. The black face said, "Brother, your roots haven’t changed at all."
The wind soul coughed awkwardly and took back his hand. "After all, I haven’t touched it for a long time … Well, it seems to be a little bigger than before."
"Wrong," said Feng Zhixin. "According to what you just said before you left me, what should I be now? Why don’t you touch it again? "
"Good!" The wind soul quickly reached out.
Wind zhi Xin grabbed the sofa pillow and hit the wind soul head hard. "You really dare to reach over again. I’ll let you touch me and let you touch me …"
Ling Ning’s eyes widened.
Just then a small figure darted in from the window and cried, "Master, Master …"
Feng Zhixin stopped there and turned around, only to find that it was a lovely golden fox. The fox spit and cried to the wind soul with tears, "Master is not good."
"What’s the matter?" The wind soul looked at email doubtfully.
"Master, what if you die?" Email cried, "It’s all because of the hidden mother who told her to come so late that you died."
Who died? The wind soul and spirit coagulation looked at each other doubtfully.
It wasn’t long before they saw that Yin Niang and Yuan Baoer also flew in from the outside, and both of them were pale.
Carrying a corpse on Yuan Baoer’s back
So … Wind Soul finally knows who died!
The body was put on the sofa, and Zhi Xin just looked at the body and didn’t know what kind of expression to make. There is a living brother over there who is not sad. This brother’s bones are broken and he has no breathing.
Beside her, Ling Ning and Yuan Baoer also look dull. I don’t know what to do. Yin Niang bowed her head and her tearful hands trembled into deep remorse.
And email … She is watching Pleasant Goat …
"This heartless little fox is not half as sensible as her sister!" The wind soul sighed a long time, and now he finally knows what he always thinks is wrong. When the mirror of Yin and Yang hits the door, there will be a mirage. However, in retrospect, when he was pushed by email, Root didn’t see the scene, but directly hit the ground. Later, when he woke up, he was in the wilderness, so he always mistakenly thought that crossing was a success.
It turns out that the root at that time was the failure of crossing …