fell into a pit book

Seeing that the man could not get close to Leng Qingjue for the time being, Hang Hehuan felt relieved and asked, "What's her name?"

Zi Ling is still attached to Hang Hehuan, and he doesn't hide it, saying: "Xin Chun."

Hang Hehuan recited it silently, and then asked her, "What about you?"

"Me?" Zi Ling let go of her slightly, and said, "Tan'er used to call me aunt..."

Hang Hehuan: "..." So lucky?Did you find the right one? !

But why is the one in front of you different from what Zhang Lingge said? ?

As if seeing through Hang Hehuan's doubts, Zi Ling said: "I thought Tan'er would remember some of me with this outfit, but unexpectedly Tan'er forgot all about me."

After finishing speaking, she let go of the acacia, and the purple mist around her body passed by. Ziling just changed her makeup, with bright red water chestnut flowers, rouge lips, red fingers, and purple clothes, all of which matched Zhang Lingge's description up.

Hang Hehuan stood opposite her with a look of surprise. Is this a dress-up function? ?so powerful!

Zi Ling brushed Hang Hehuan's face with his hand, smiled softly, and said, "Tan'er, what's wrong?"

Hang Hehuan opened her hand subconsciously, and flashed to the other side.Ziling withdrew his hand, looked calm, and changed the topic by himself: "Tan'er, don't you wonder why Xinchun and Tan'er look so similar to you?"

Hang Hehuan: "..." I was curious just now but you distracted me! !

Zi Ling didn't care about Hang Hehuan's accusations all over his face, he looked sideways at Zi Chun in the picture who was dressed in red, his face was a little bewildered, and said: "This matter has something to do with Tan'er's mother, does Tan'er want to hear about it?"

Hang Hehuan lowered her eyelids, thinking secretly, although she knew it might be a bloody story, she was still very curious, and if it didn't go her way, what would happen if Leng Qingjue didn't let go...

After a big circle of thoughts, Hang Hehuan calmed down, looked up at Ziling, and said with a smile, "Auntie, please tell me."

Ziling was overjoyed when he heard her call "Aunt" suddenly, and said, "Tan'er, have you finally remembered me?! It's really great!"

Hang Hehuan was made guilty by her excitement. After all, she was not the original brand, and the information about Hang Hehuan was never mentioned in the original text. If she was found out... Hang Hehuan coughed and forcibly changed the subject Going back, he said, "Auntie, tell me quickly."

Ziling rested from his excitement, and took Hang Hehuan to sit on the couch of a beauty that had been conjured up at some time, "This has been going on for many years, Tan'er just sit and listen."

Hang Hehuan sat down on the couch, thinking to himself: "It seems that this story is not only bloody, but also smelly and long..."

Ziling also sat down next to Hang Hehuan, and was silent for a while, as if thinking about how to speak, and then slowly said: "She, Xinchun, and your mother, Zitan, are twins. There is almost no difference in appearance..."

The result is that different people have different fates, even if they have exactly the same face, they cannot get rid of completely different fates.

One was born as a demon saint and was praised by everyone, but the other could only be hidden in the darkness forever.It's been like this since she was a child, so it's no wonder she feels resentful.

"Until that year, when Hang Wuqi appeared, Tan'er, who had always been well-behaved, suddenly made up his mind to go back to the human world with him! No matter how Xin Tu and I tried to persuade her, she refused to listen. Originally, I No matter what, I will never let Tan'er and Hang Wuqi leave, but that night..."

Zi Ling didn't want to go into details, but only briefly mentioned it.

It is nothing more than that Xin Chun, who has always been unknown and should have been bleak all his life, is unwilling to compete with Zi Tan, but it ends without even being qualified to compete.

Hang Hehuan summed up Xinchun's tragic life: it was a story of a middle school girl who tried hard to prove her sense of existence, not only failed, but got herself into the ban.

"...Auntie, why are you," Hang Hehuan thought about his words, "well, why don't you like Xin...how about her?"

Zi Ling stretched out his hand to the screen, and grabbed it tightly, and Xin Chun on the other side of the screen seemed to be strangled by the neck, and his face was distorted in pain and embarrassment.

Zi Ling raised the corners of his lips, and said with a sneer: "Before asking for something that doesn't match me, you are an idiot who doesn't consider whether you are qualified. What is there for me to see?"

"Azusa... Mausoleum..."

Xin Chun gritted her teeth fiercely, and said these two words with all her strength, without concealing the infinite hatred she carried.

Hang Hehuan couldn't bear it, and pulled La Ziling's sleeve, "Aunt..."

Zi Ling put down his hand, and Xin Chun on the other side was also let go, slumped on the ground.

"Tan'er, you are just too kind, just like your mother..." Zi Ling shook his head while speaking.

Is it possible that the original owner is her mother or the Virgin Mary White Lotus?

Hang Hehuan was only curious for a while, then stopped thinking about it, and made a decision: she just needs to rescue her master, and then explain her purpose before leaving, never getting involved in this matter!

Her intuition told her that this matter was definitely far more complicated than what she knew now.

Glancing at Xin Chun who had calmed down in the picture, he searched around... Where is her master? ?Why is it gone again? !

"Where is my master?!"

Hang Hehuan jumped off the couch, ran to the phantom, searched up and down, but found nothing.

Zi Ling half-lyed and half-lyed on the couch, the dark red water chestnut flower between her brows became more and more serious, she hooked her fingers, and put away the phantom, "Is it true that Tan'er can't leave her so much?"

Hang Hehuan turned around, stepped forward and said, "Yes! I can't do without her! So find her quickly!"

Ziling slid his finger over his lips, "Tan'er really made my aunt sad... But anyway, who made Tan'er like you..."

Hang Hehuan didn't hear her talking to herself clearly, so she frowned and asked, "What are you talking about? I..."

As he was speaking, he was about to step forward but was pulled by something, Hang Hehuan turned around, but bumped into a pair of light-colored eyes.

Hang Hehuan was stunned, "Master..."

"Ah."

Leng Qingjue put down the hem of his clothes, and took Hang Hehuan's hand instead.Hang Hehuan felt the temperature coming from his palm, and only then did he feel a sense of stability in his heart.

"Okay, the person has been found, how about Tan'er go to rest first?"

Hang Hehuan had already made a decision before, so naturally he would not change easily at this time, he shook Leng Qingjue's hand vigorously as if drawing courage, and said: "I believe that my aunt knows the purpose of my visit, now that I have I have seen it, then I will go back with Master first..."

Ziling interrupted her and said, "Did Zang'an not tell Tan'er that Tan'er is here to return to the position of saint?"

Hang Hehuan looked bewildered, what kind of saint did she sit back in?What is a saint?

Seeing her bewildered, Ziling smiled lightly and said, "It seems that Tan'er was also deceived by that little bastard Zhang Lingge..."

"Also?" Hang Hehuan was still out of the situation, but Leng Qingjue caught the key word.

"Isn't that what it is?" Zi Ling straightened up a little, his eyes slightly cold, "Isn't Zang An just being tricked by that little bastard so he can't tell the difference between relatives and infidels?"

Hang Hehuan linked up what Wen Zang'an and Zhang Lingge had said to her in the future, and when he contacted Ziling again, it became clear.It would be impossible for the two of them to co-operate to kill her, but it is impossible to escape if they cheat her.

good very good!

Hang Hehuan smiled sinisterly, this couple had better not fall into her hands! !

Zhang Lingge, who was far away in Bingfeng Mengye, suddenly felt a chill down his back, and shrank his shoulders, "Hey, is it windy outside? Why is it so cold all of a sudden?"

Wen Zang'an came in from the outside and closed the door behind him, "No, it's just that it's cold at night, let's rest."

"Oh," Zhang Lingge responded, nestled under the quilt, thought for a while and then stretched out his hand to beckon Wen Zang'an, "Come here."

Wen Zangan walked to the bed, "Huh? What's the matter?"

Zhang Lingge bared his teeth, and pulled Wen Zang'an into the bed, wouldn't it be too wasteful not to use such a heater to warm the bed.

……

Zi Ling was the only one left in the empty hall, and after a while, a snow-white cat came out from the darkness, jumped straight onto the couch where Zi Ling was lying, circled around, and She sat down peacefully in her arms.

Zi Ling raised his hand to run along the fur on the back of the cat's neck, "Arranged?"

The cat half seemed to be pleased by Zi Ling's actions, and half let out a meow as if answering.

Zi Ling curled the corner of his mouth, "Okay."