The God of Quick Transmigration is on again

Chapter 1307 Hero, Dried This Bowl of Chicken Soup (95)

"This is very strange!" Nangong Wubing said, nodding heavily to himself.

"I've been looking for this piece of paper for so long but I can't find it. I clearly remember that I folded it and brought it here..." Nangong Wubing thought for a long time.

"Young Master Nangong, is that piece of paper important?" Jing Qingran asked him.

"Actually, it's not very important. I wrote something on that piece of paper and wanted to show it to Brother Lian Mo." Nangong Wubing said.

Jing Qingran curled her lips inwardly: Is that why you want to confess your love to Lian Mo?

"However, it's fine if you lose that piece of paper. I wrote another piece of paper." Nangong Wubing said.

Uh...you wrote another piece of paper...Jing Qingran glanced at Nangong Wubing, but Nangong Wubing didn't pay attention, he took out another folded paper from his sleeve.

This piece of paper, Nangong Wubing guaranteed, was [-]% error-free. He wrote it directly. He directly held it in his hand, put it in his sleeve, and walked quickly to Lian Mo's room. There would be absolutely no mistakes.

"Mr. Nangong, you...you wrote, what did you write on this piece of paper?" Jing Qingran asked him.

Hearing this, Nangong Wubing smiled lightly, and said: "Actually, I didn't write anything..." There was a shy look on his face.

"Can you show me?" Jing Qingran asked.

"Uh..." Nangong Wubing was shy again, his delicate face blushed unconsciously, "Mr. Read it alone...this...this is what I wrote for Brother Lian Mo."

"What will Mr. Nangong write to Lian Daxia?" Jing Qingran looked at him.

Nangong Wubing was also embarrassed, he lowered his head: "It's nothing, just some...ordinary words..."

"Since these are ordinary words, then why are you embarrassed to show them to me?" Jing Qingran said, curling her lips inwardly.

"Mr. Xu... it's better... don't talk anymore." Nangong Wubing lowered his head and shook his head.

He passed the paper in his hand to Lian Mo: "Brother Lian Mo, take it."

Lian Mo reached out to take it again.

"Brother Lian Mo, open it to see if there is any writing on it..." Don't open it like last time, it's blank... Nangong Wubing looked at the note in his hand with concern.

Lian Mo also nodded and opened the folded paper with both hands. Black writing could be seen on it. Before the paper was completely opened and flattened, a strong wind suddenly blew outside the window. The strong wind blew violently, blowing the inside of the house. Things were blown around, and the lights in the house were blown out.

This gust of wind was as fierce as an eight-level gust, blowing everyone staggering. Nangong Wubing was weak and his injuries were not healed yet. He was blown to the ground. Jing Qingran was almost knocked to the ground by the wind. Go, even Mo didn't care. He stood up, braved the strong wind around him, and tried his best to walk over to help Nangong Wubing.

The paper in Lian Mo's hand has been blown away by the wind.

The paper was carried out of the window by the wind and drifted into the vast night.

At this time, the strong wind also stopped.

Lian Mo successfully helped Nangong Wubing who was lying on the ground, while Jing Qingran stretched out her hand and patted her chest to let herself breathe.

What's happening here?All of a sudden, such a strong wind blew the things in the house upside down, people staggered, and the lights were blown out.

(End of this chapter)