The next second, an unkempt man opened the door and appeared in front of Song Mo.
The man leaned over and twisted the pine ink, showed his white teeth, and said with a smile: "Why do you want to give up?"
It was Song Ling.
"How did you get out!" Qi Chi was overjoyed.
After coming back to his senses, Song Mo quickly held Song Ling in his arms, whimpering like a little beast that had lost its way and found its way back.
"Okay, okay, it's my fault for not consulting you in advance." Song Ling hissed, suppressing the smell of blood in his throat, and pretending to be relaxed, "There will be no next time, and there will never be a next time.
"
Song Mo raised his head, his golden eyes looked at Song Ling for a moment, and said, "Then unlock your heart."
Song Ling was stunned.
Unexpectedly, Song Mo had just cried so desperately, but now he reacted smartly.
"Why do you need to untie the heart lock for nothing? I don't want it." Song Lingjiao said angrily, turned to look at Qi Chi, and asked, "Where are Qiu Beifeng and Chang'an? This place is not like the sixth floor, where are we?"
Song Ling and Song Mo have the same five senses.
When they stepped through the door, everyone else's mental skills were unlocked, except for Song Mo and Song Ling, who couldn't, because they were originally spiritual and spiritual beings.
Only the heart lock placed by Song Ling himself can block Song Mo from sensing Song Ling's situation.
"I want you to unlock your heart." Song Mo was still reluctant, grabbing Song Ling's sleeves and refusing to let go, urging: "If you don't unlock it, I will keep annoying you."
"This should be the gap between the fifth and sixth floors. Because the connection between the five senses has been touched, we came in by mistake." Qi Chi said his guess.
When Song Ling was being tortured by thunder just now, Qi Chi had been checking the surroundings.
This place is like a cave or a stone house, square and square, with no other exit except the door from where it came from.
Moreover, the only light here is that door.
Song Ling rolled her eyes at him and said to Qi Chi: "Then what should we do next? We have to get out. If they get to the sixth floor first, they may not be able to help Ji Ye."
"Unlock the heart." Song Mo muttered again.
"I said no." Song Ling turned around and hit Song Mo on the head with her fingers, and said with her hands on her hips: "What do you think will happen to me? If something happened to me, how could I hide it so deeply?"
Seeing that Song Ling's face was rosy and full of energy, Song Mo finally gave up the idea and followed him obediently, not talking too much or running around.
"Anyway, after we get here, we must still have a way to get to the sixth floor. Otherwise, how would they get there?" Qi Chi said, walking to the wall beside him and tapping lightly with his fingers. "
There's no reason why we're stupider than them, right?"
Behind him, Song Ling folded his hands and looked at Qi Chi's back.
After leaving Qing'er, Qi Chi seems to have regained some sense, at least he won't only pretend to be Qing'er.
"Can I ask more?" Song Ling asked.
Qi Chi said without turning around: "I know what you want to ask. Yes, that's right. Qing'er is my sister. You shouldn't say she is the reincarnation of my sister."
He is not an orphan.
In other words, Qi Chi once had relatives.
If his sister hadn't snatched back the half piece of cold steamed buns from Qi Chi in the homeless pile, Qi Chi wouldn't have been able to survive Crow Feather's appearance.
But because of that half piece of steamed bun, Qi Chi lost his sister forever.
"Brother, Lingling grabbed half a piece of steamed bun for my brother."
"Brother, hurry up and eat. As long as we can get to Liang Kingdom, we can survive!"
"Brother, I'm not hungry. I also ate half a piece."
"Brother... I promised Lingling that I would... go see the prosperity of Liang Kingdom for Lingling."
His good sister, in the wind and snow, left hungry with respect and love for her brother.
It was a year of famine, so where did he get half a piece of steamed bun left to satisfy his hunger? Everything my sister told from beginning to end was just a lie to deceive Qi Chi.
"So for her... you are willing to live up to your master's expectations of you." After saying that, Song Ling sighed.
The seven-foot-old sister is so small, how could she end up with a Shura horoscope?
Come to think of it, that half piece of steamed bun was stained with a lot of people's blood.
"My protection of you to this point is my repayment to Master, and it is also what she wants me to do." Qi Chi said slowly: "Master knows the world, and presumably she also knew that I would meet here.
Qing'er, you understand better how I will choose."
After all, it's just destiny.
"Okay, I've finished what I need to ask." Song Ling changed the subject, walked to the stone wall on the right, clenched his fist and said, "There will eventually be a battle between you and Qiu Beifeng, and he will protect it.
It's his granddaughter Xiaohuan, and you..."
Qing'er is not a small ring.
Among the two souls in one body, only Qing'er is Qi Chi's younger sister.
Click.
The stone wall suddenly shattered.
Small pieces of stone peeled off the wall.
"During the thunder tribulation just now, I probably couldn't stand the sky anymore, so you gave me guidance to find the way out now." Song Ling punched into the wall, then pulled out his hand, and the wall spread into the sky.
Xingzi.
In the long dark night, this star is the guiding light.
Song Mo followed Song Ling, reached out to hold her hand, and asked in a low voice: "Why did you suddenly change your mind?"
At first, Song Ling planned to wait until the sixth floor to watch Qi Chi compete with the Qiubei Feng Sandpiper and Clam.
It would be best to drag Chang'an into the water as well.
However, after the conversation just now, Song Ling changed her mind and took the initiative to open the door on the sixth floor, not intending to let Qi Chi waste his spiritual energy.
This is to protect seven feet.
"Human feelings are often the most unpredictable." Song Ling tilted her head to look at Song Mo and said with a smile: "Since helping Qiu Beifeng is a good thing, what about helping Qi Chi? Isn't it a good thing? Both sides are meritorious.
, and to me, it’s actually not much different.”
Even so, Song Ling still had selfish motives in her heart.
"Here you go." Qi Chi ran up quickly, handed a hollowed-out lotus jade pendant to Song Ling, and said, "If I can't get out of here, then I think I should at least give this to you."
This is Song Ling's selfishness.
She was moved by the previous story between Qi Chi and her sister, but at the same time she realized that there must be a battle between Qi Chi and Qiu Beifeng.
So she asked Qi Chi to voluntarily hand over the spiritual treasure that protected her body.
Thanks to Crow Feather, if Qi Chi hadn't voluntarily handed over this thing, Song Ling wouldn't have been able to get it no matter how powerful he was.
Song Ling took a look at the jade pendant. Instead of reaching out to pick it up immediately, she asked, "Do you think you can't beat Qiu Beifeng? Are you so unsure of yourself?"
Qi Chi scratched his head and said helplessly: "I can't let you take risks with me, right? This is my private matter. If you are implicated, I will feel bad."
"Okay, I hope you can survive." Song Ling held the jade pendant between her fingers, turned around and walked side by side with Song Mo, continuing to walk to the place guided by Xingzi.