She couldn't help but curse in her heart. When she looked up again, those few people had already finished their discussion and flew into the cornice in front. Yi Qingchen sighed in her heart: "It's okay for me to say that others have wronged me.
Could it be that Big Maple Leaf can't tell the difference between real and fake?" He shook his head violently: "No, he must be able to feel it. No one can completely impersonate me. People who use Bai Zimo's makeup just look the same. Others should not
Same thing. The big maple leaf is so smart, how can it not tell the difference?" She comforted herself in her heart. After all, she didn't dare to be reckless, and she didn't care about the mud underground and walked among the grass. This was a decadent temple.
On top of a dangerous rock, the mountain wind blew up, causing the broken windows of the temple to rattle. She took a few more steps forward, and was suddenly startled to see that there was a barrier here! The barrier was extremely thin.
Ordinary people can easily pass through, but the aura inside cannot be leaked out at all. Yi Qingchen was stunned for a moment, and suddenly understood why the six ghosts could not find Feng Yiying's aura. It turned out that the place where he was was occupied by someone.
It was sealed! Yi Qingchen saw a big tree in front of the temple with dense branches and leaves. She flew up quietly and looked out between the branches and leaves. She could see the scene inside. As she glanced at it, her breathing suddenly became rapid, and her body
He was so weak that he almost fell from the tree. There were eight or nine people standing or lying inside, and Feng Yiying was clearly there. His face was as pale as paper at this time, there was no trace of blood on his lips, and he was still dressed in white.
Sitting there, like an ice sculpture. Although Yi Qingchen hadn't seen him for just a few days, in her heart, it felt like she had been separated for centuries. Now when she saw him at first sight, her heart beat like a drum and she burst into tears.
She couldn't help but shed tears. Ever since she learned about Feng Yiying's accident, her heartstrings had been tightened, as if it would break at any time. Now that she saw that although he looked seriously injured, he was still alive after all, separated by the tattered
Through the window, she could almost see his chest rising and falling slightly. She let out a long breath, and her heart gradually returned to her stomach. Surrounding Feng Yiying were his loyal guards, and her little godfather