She smiled bitterly, stood up, and suddenly a small piece of paper flew out from her sleeves, folded into the shape of a paper crane, and fell lightly to the ground.
Her heart moved, and she picked up the paper crane as if she was unintentionally, put it back into her sleeve, turned around and walked back into the house.
Sitting under the lamp, taking out the paper crane, playing with it casually, disassembly and folding it up, folding it up and then disassembly...
During this demolition and breaking, Luo Qingyu had already seen the universe inside clearly.
The inner surface of the paper crane is a painting.
There is a large garden in the painting. It is painted in a mess with countless flowers blooming in the wind...
The lines of these paintings are very rough, like children's random graffiti, but Luo Qingyu recognizes this kind of picture.
This kind of picture is an invisible topographic map of her when she communicates with her colleagues in modern times!
Even if it is lost, it doesn't matter, and it won't attract other people's attention. I didn't expect to pick it up here today...
She only told one person about this kind of picture since she was bored after traveling through time, but she didn't expect that person would remember it in her heart.
She is naturally an expert in looking at pictures. She can tell at a glance that this is the topographic map of the Demon Palace, with each path and every palace inside...
Luo Qingyu's heart was jumping up. With this picture, she had more chances of running away.
She had a stunning memory. After just a few glances, she remembered the entire layout of the picture in her heart. She was about to destroy the picture casually, but she found that the figure on it was gradually disappearing, and it disappeared in less than a cup of tea.
, became an ordinary piece of white paper.
It seems that the drawing person is as meticulous as ever, trying not to leave any flaws.
Luo Qingyu breathed a sigh of relief, folded the paper a few times, folded it into the shape of a paper plane, and threw it in the room to play.
Outside the window, a trumpet flower quietly slid down the windowsill and returned to its former appearance.
The flowers in the courtyard swayed gently, as if they were talking about something.
Luo Qingyu glanced at the windowsill and breathed a sigh of relief.
Her courtyard looked unattended. In fact, most of the flowers, plants and trees in the garden were energetic, all of Feng Xiaoxun's eyes and eyes, and Luo Qingyu's every move fell into their eyes.
It would be fine if she didn't have any abnormal movements. If there were any, she would naturally not be able to escape the eyes and ears of these flowers and plants...
The sound of the piano still sways in the night, like crying and complaining, or like a golden sword and an iron horse, Luo Qingyu and Yi were sleeping, and gradually fell asleep in the sound of the piano...
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In his sleep, Luo Qingyu felt that he was imprisoned in a stone chamber and turned into that Fei'er again.
Although there are clean bedding in the room, it cannot hide the coldness and decay.
She sat on the bed with her hands in her knees, Mu Daidai was in a daze. The conversation between two banshees came from outside.
"I heard that our Demon Lord finally agreed to the marriage request of the Demon Clan."
"Yes, the princess of the demon clan has long admired our Demon Lord and has always wanted to marry him."
"I heard that Lord Demon Lord has already started to decorate a new house, which is beautiful..."
"Oh, I really want to take a look..."
Luo Qingyu suddenly raised her head. When she didn't even figure out what she wanted to do, her palm had already grabbed the collar of a banshee: "What did you say?! Is the adoptive father going to get married?!"
Even she was shocked by the hoarseness.
I felt that at this moment I had become two, one watching the show calmly, and the other was shocked and confused, and was deeply sad.