There is a certain destiny somewhere

It seems that my emotions have affected the young highness.

When the two of them entered the room, Leng Wuyou could only look at the face of the head of the Ling family and knew what he was thinking.

In fact, it wasn't all because of the Ling family leader. Specifically, Leng Wuyou wasn't sure what it was because of, but suddenly a certain point in her mind suddenly lit up, prompting her to let her

Come and find Master Ling.

Ask him about their relationship and learn about her mother from him.

If she really wanted to say it, she could only say it was a feeling, like a kind of telepathy. The telepathy told her to come to the head of the Ling family, so she came.

As for who this telepathic connection was with, and that cordial feeling, Leng Wuyou thought, maybe it was her mother whom she had never met before, or maybe it was the blood in his body that couldn't wait to confirm his identity.

Since the power of her soul was consumed too much, she would always encounter some bizarre scenes every night, just like in a dream, but only she knew that he did not sleep at all every night and maintained a state of cultivation.

But every time she would fall into deep, deep meditation.

It was like falling asleep. Once she entered that state, her thoughts seemed to be out of control, as if she was being pulled by something, trying to make her see something clearly.

It's just that after waking up, those extremely clear images suddenly became blurry. I couldn't remember anything at all, I could only recall one or two vague outlines of fragments.

In addition, the longer she maintains this state, the moment she wakes up, she will feel that the spirit blood in her body has been stirring, and the silver divine martial vein hidden in the deepest part is also beating constantly.

It shines, reflecting the fire of Nirvana in the center of her soul.

Clearly feeling this change, her heart tightened for some reason, as if something unpredictable was gradually approaching her, making it impossible for her to avoid it and could only bear it.

This moment made her feel particularly irritable.

The head of the Ling family learned from Leng Wuyou that that inexplicable feeling guided her to come to him. With a smile on his face, he just said: "Maybe the time has come."

Some things have their own destiny.

In the palace, the two people faced each other at the table made of spiritual jade. Leng Wuyou raised his hand to pick up the celadon tea cup in front of him, and used the edge of the tea lid to scrape the floating leaves floating on the tea, and gently

He blew a breath, blew the floating leaves aside and took a sip of the light blue tea soup.

The tea soup enters the mouth, passes through the throat, and enters the abdomen. A warmth rises from the abdomen, and the aroma of tea spreads to the limbs and bones of the body.

Leng Wuyou's cool and thin lips were slightly open, and a fresh fragrance of tea overflowed, just like the fresh green when the grass just sprouted in spring, which brought people a refreshing and happy mood, and like a wisp of spring breeze, cool and refreshing

There is a bit of warmth in it.

After taking this sip of tea, Leng Wuyou's tense face gradually relaxed, and there was a sense of laziness in his eyes, like a satiated kitten trying to stretch out its paws to yawn.

Take a nap.

"Uncle, your tea is pretty good. I only took a sip, and I felt like what I was drinking was not tea, but a wisp of spring breeze and a wisp of spring scenery."

Her senses were very good about this cup of tea, Leng Wuyou, and gave it great praise. Not even the Yin Yang tea was more popular with her than this tea.

"I didn't expect that you, a girl who looks so cold on weekdays, actually tastes the artistic conception of spring."

The Ling family looked at Leng Wuyou in surprise, with strange eyes. He was still the same person, yes, the air-conditioning on his body was still the same, but not as cold as in front of the enemy. Although his expression softened, he could still see

That cold look came out.

So how did such a cold little highness bring out the artistic conception of spring in these four-season teas?
Chapter completed!