"Long?" Xiaolan felt like she was hearing a joke, "Oh my God, I don't even know what to say..."
Xia Hua tilted her head, "You seem surprised."
"I... am not surprised. You said my life insect is a dragon, so I must have at least seen a dragon, but I..."
"Hey Xiaolan, you have indeed seen it," Qin Yin suddenly remembered something, quickly turned his face and said to Xiaolan, "Have you forgotten? That dragon in your Panlong Pond."
Xiaolan reacted for a while and then said, "You mean... Qianyuan?"
"Qianyuan? Did you mention my Qianyuan?" Luo Jiutian heard Qianyuan's name from a distance, and walked over hesitantly, his eyes moving uneasily around the three of them, "My Qianyuan"
What happened to Yuan?"
"Your Qianyuan," Xia Hua said lightly, "should be Xiaolan's life bug."
These familiar words were presented in a combination that Luo Jiutian couldn't understand. Luo Jiutian frowned and didn't react for a long time. After half a minute, he reluctantly said "Ah?".
"That's right," Qin Yin nodded seriously, "that's what you understand."
"But I... don't understand it at all."
***
When the three of them drove to Qiaomei Temple, the sky was already dark, and the street lights on both sides of the road gradually lit up, making the sky a purple-orange color.
Wen Ling shivered and looked out the window, his nose sore.
Baomu handed Wenling a coat and asked with concern, "Wenling, are you hungry? Do you want to eat something first?"
Wen Ling quickly shook his head, "I'm not hungry."
"Let's eat after we come back from the temple," said the fool who was driving. "She probably doesn't have much appetite now."
Wen Ling nodded.
Before the daylight disappeared, the three of them arrived at the remote Qiaomei Temple. Just like last time, the place was still bustling with people and incense.
The three of them shuttled among the crowd, supported each other, and walked towards the gate of Qiaomei Temple.
Wen Ling shuddered again, looked down at the ground, and suddenly stopped at the door.
Baomu and Fool took a few steps forward and noticed something strange about Wen Ling. They both turned around and exchanged glances.
"Wen Ling, what's wrong with you?" The fool frowned and asked, "Your face looks very bad."
Wen Ling sniffed, and his gray pupils seemed to be covered with a thin layer of mist.
Baomu thought for a while and said, "I remember that when Wenling left Qiaomei Temple last time, he was a little absent-minded."
"Speaking of it this way..." The fool was already trying to remember, "It seems a little bit..."
In fact, he didn't think about it at all. After all, there were so many things that left a deep impression on him during his last trip to Qashimei Temple.
But he is still a little unbalanced. Logically speaking, he should be the protagonist of that trip to Hashimi Temple, but why does it seem that everyone has experienced more exciting things than himself.
"I..." Wen Ling hugged her arms and said tremblingly, "I'm afraid..."
"Afraid? What are you afraid of?" The fool's pupils dilated slightly. He glanced at the entrance of the temple. People passing by the door were already looking at the three of them with strange eyes, "Is there anything scary in here?"
Baomu suddenly understood. He grabbed the fool and walked to Wenling, lowering his voice and said, "Wenling, are you afraid of the bridge?"
Hearing Qiao Mei's name, Wen Ling had another cold war. It seemed that Bao Mu had guessed it right.
"I remembered, I remember Sister Xiaoyin speculated that Qiao didn't let Wenling and Sister Xiaoyin enter the court for a purpose," Baomu said, "Wenling, are you worried that Qiao didn't continue to pester you?
"
This statement was a bit strange, so Wen Ling nodded a little reluctantly.
"Then what should we do? We can't leave you here by yourself," the fool said, "otherwise, Baomu, you stay with Wenling, and I will go in by myself."
"No!" Wen Ling suddenly grabbed the sleeves of the two of them, looking like they were about to cry, "No..."
Wen Ling grabbed the sleeves of the two of them, gritted his teeth and stepped forward.
"Wenling, don't force yourself." Baomu said.
Wen Ling shook his head vigorously.
"It's okay, Wenling, we will protect you," the fool patted Wenling on the shoulder, "We won't let Qiao miss the opportunity to be alone with you."
Wen Ling looked at the two of them gratefully.
The three of them held hands, showing a relationship that was incomprehensible to the onlookers. The three calmly walked onto the passage that the audience had voluntarily given up, and entered Qiaomei Temple.
The three of them bypassed the main hall and walked to the backyard of the temple. The flow of people here was much thinner. There were several orange glass lamps placed in an orderly manner on the floor of the atrium. They were all lit up at this time, making the courtyard extremely elegant.
.
"Look, the path is still there," the fool pointed to the dark path between the two bluestone walls with his chin, and said softly, "Maybe the bridge has not guessed that we are coming."
"In this case, maybe he really knows what happened," Baomu said, "Wenling, are you okay?"
The dark path was reflected in Wen Ling's light gray pupils, looking like a feline's pupils turning into vertical lines in the dark night.
She nodded absently.
Now that things have happened, there is no need to hesitate anymore.
The three of them lined up in a row and walked into the black in silence.
The time spent traveling in the dark was much shorter than imagined.
When the light burst out in front of their eyes, the three of them had just walked in.
The three of them covered their eyes, and as a breeze with the scent of green grass blew over their faces, the sound of the bridge falling reached their ears.
"You are finally here."
***
piping hot.
The moment Xia Ni touched the surface of the little red snake, she retracted her hand with a hiss.
The body surface of the little red snake was boiling hot.
It's like turning into a burning flame.
The little red snake's fiery red eyes stared straight at Xia Ni. For some reason, Xia Ni thought its eyes looked a little sad.
The little red snake climbed towards Xia Ni's hand.
Xia Ni subconsciously wanted to hide, but looking at its moist eyes, Xia Ni gritted her teeth and held back.
After all, this is the little red snake that I cultivated myself.
The little red snake quickly climbed onto Xia Ni's wrist. Xia Ni endured the burning pain on her skin and watched it wrap around her body.
Although it was very painful, the place where the little red snake came into contact did not leave any burning marks.
The little red snake gradually crawled to Xia Ni's shoulder, along his shoulder, and around Xia Ni's neck.
It tightened little by little.
Xia Ni's eyes widened, and he was shocked to feel the little red snake demanding oxygen from his body. Just when Xia Ni felt that he was about to suffocate, in an instant, all his feelings disappeared.