Chapter 130: I Believe Him: It's Really Wind Palace
"Ah sneeze——"
Someone who was working suddenly sneezed very loudly, rubbed the tip of his nose, threw away the rag in his hand, crossed his arms, and looked down at his right son.
"Yu Yishan, were you thinking of me just now? Or -"
"Are you cursing me?"
"Die Bingshan, I'm not that boring, okay? It's you who thinks too much."
You'er quibbled, "Who missed him? He's a narcissist. Didn't she just make a little fuss? He could feel this, but he wouldn't admit it, and he would never admit it."
"Yeah?"
Nangong Yi raised his eyebrows slightly, held the table with one hand, drew an arc in the air lightly and beautifully, and jumped in front of your son.
"Yes, Bingshan, I - I just had something on my mind. I was wondering if there was something wrong with your head, why you suddenly became so gentle."
Looking into those sharp eyes, Youer felt that he would definitely not be able to defeat him, so he confidently launched the offensive first.
"Really? It turns out-"
"You don't like gentleness."
Nangong also smiled, and gradually came closer to You'er's upturned face. Her face was slightly red, like a newly ripe apple, plump and attractive.
Before Youer could say anything, his attention was attracted by a burst of noise coming from outside. The crowd was rushing in one direction like a swarm, but the speed was extremely fast. They looked nervous and shocked, as if the sky was about to fall.
Same thing.
"Did you hear correctly? Is it really the Wind Palace?"
"No, look, so many people have passed by, it's really the Wind Palace."
"Impossible! How could Fengdian do such a thing!"
There was talk coming in. Although it was not loud, it all fell into You'er's ears. What happened to Madness? You'er panicked and felt that something bad must have happened. He grabbed Nangong Yi's hand and ran away.
go out.
Nangong Yi looked at her anxious look, and a sour liquid suddenly emerged in his heart, but he didn't say anything. He ran out with You'er. She had her friends, and he couldn't even stop this.
On the rooftop of the library, there was a sea of people. There were three circles inside and outside, and the entire rooftop was blocked. You Er wanted to get in, but he couldn't squeeze in. He felt anxious, and there were beads of sweat on his palms.
"Step aside--"
Nangong also sensed her uneasiness and glanced at the person in front of him with disgust. A commanding voice sounded in the air.