I have been assisting these years

Qi Jin who was still in the spiritual realm didn't know anything, she just felt that she was extremely uncomfortable today.

Hu Jia's voice was desolate, even if the people in the yard were still joking, they felt that Qi Jin was too good at this stuff.

The rain is getting heavier.

Feng Changyu was swept away by that inexplicable emotion, and it took a quarter of an hour before he came back to his senses.

What happened to Su Mingzhen?

She only knew that Su Mingzhen and He Qihao from Chenmen led a group of people to complete the task in the Xingque.

She has never been interested in Su Mingzhen, and she is still a little bit hostile.

Even if the other party's excellence is obvious to all, after leaving aside, they all look at each other and hate each other.

This empathy has troubled her for a long time, and when all the emotions disappeared just now, she even felt her heart go cold.

After the tour is over, go back to Que Nei to talk to Su Mingzhen.

she thought so.

If someone pushes the door and enters at this time, they will definitely see Feng Changyu's pale face and the crumbling figure on the bed.

On the outside, she has a temperament that is extremely weaker than ordinary women, but she is powerful, and it is easy for people to ignore this temperament.

But in another environment, she is like a lady raised by a rich family in a deep boudoir, she is a weak willow and a supporter every step of the way, which is pitiful.

There are not many monsters left in Weicheng, the capital of monsters, most of them are little monsters.

Feng Changyu and his group of disciples who had just traveled down the mountain were more than enough to deal with them.

In the early years when Weicheng had no protective shield, too many famous monks came here to kill monsters, so that now Weicheng is really a dead city.

It's just that the terrain is peculiar, the weather is unpredictable, and there is a layer of frightening atmosphere.

The few people who had occupied the weasel monster's lair were no longer nervous. When Feng Changyu left the house, he found that Ji Wanfeng and his fellow senior sister Zheng Qianling were arguing about math skills.

While Wen Xuanqing was cleaning the bow and arrow in the corner, Yuling was talking to Lu Yuanxing tremblingly.

The rest are estimated to be in the house.

Seeing Feng Changyu, they all turned around and said hello, Senior Sister Feng.

Feng Changyu nodded and went out.

It was already completely dark, and Weicheng seemed even more deserted. A bolt of purple electricity struck down from the dome, and the rumbling sound did not startle anything.

Then the torrential rain poured down.

Feng Changyu took out an oil-paper umbrella from his spiritual pouch.

She seems to be a very beautiful elder sister of Yuemen, but in fact she has very little.

Leng Qiuzi has never been short on food and clothing, but more experience is used in her cultivation.

The crystal stone after the ghost clan's death is her greatest weapon for improvement, more useful than pills. This kind of creature originally came from the abyss, dirty and smelly, and has cruel habits.

Although a somewhat cultivated ghost spar is extremely clear, such a dirty thing, I don't know why it will produce such a clean thing.

But now the spar is of no use to her.

She was originally weak due to the double cultivation of ghosts and Dao. This kind of dual cultivation will slowly corrode the meridians. Although the speed of cultivation is much faster than ordinary people, her life is like a flower, and she is defeated in a blink of an eye.

This path was chosen by her, and a deep feeling guided her to walk this path.

She has no regrets.

But there was too much confusion, which made her a little nostalgic.

She opened the oil-paper umbrella to block the torrential rain.

The umbrella surface is painted with flowers, and the brushwork is immature. It was painted by her when she was young. She is half-demon, half-ghost and is called a bastard.

Most of the bastards are stupid, and the small part that remains is divided in two.

She had a memory when she was born, and she could speak human words in a few days.

Danniang was a famous actress at the time, and she hid her in the greenhouse all day after she was born, and occasionally taught her to paint.

This umbrella was the first time she drew a pen.

But it's just immature at first glance, and it's all the product of her poor imitation of self-deception back then.

She still had nothing, went to the Hou Mansion from that flower building, and was taken away by Leng Qiuzi from the ashes.

Until now, she wasn't even her own.

Weicheng is extremely desolate, and some of the spells in the city come from the great monsters who once protected the city, and they still have residual power for thousands of years.

Occasionally, the road surface will suddenly collapse, and the dilapidated houses will suddenly rise.

A dead city never dies, live and pretend to live.

Feng Changyu's repair robe didn't get a drop of rain, and her steps were so light that she didn't even splash water.

Following the sound of Hu Jia, she found Qi Jin who was sitting on the roof.

Her roof was still rising, but the people sitting on it felt nothing.

It's like a statue.

Entered the spirit realm again.

Feng Changyu sighed, she found that Qi Jin's talent is indeed not low, and it is difficult for others to enter the mysterious realm once in a lifetime, but she can enter it several times in a day.

From this, it can be seen that her junior sister has an unusual temperament.

It's just that her mood was too sad, and the barrier of the spiritual realm was deeply infected, so that the rain fell on Qi Jin's body, wet her hair, and wet her dressing gown.

As Feng Changyu approached, she stood on the broken tiles, with the oil-paper umbrella tilted, covering Qi Jin from the heavy rain.

Qi Jin put down Hu Jia and didn't look back.

Feng Changyu's cultivation was already unfathomable, and Qi Jin even suspected that the other party and Leng Qiuzi had reached the point where they were on par.

But this is just a suspicion, after all, this senior sister of hers has never shown her beauty, and killing demons and ghosts is a one-size-fits-all approach, and her beauty depends entirely on her figure and clothes.

Thanks to the magnification of her senses after entering the spiritual realm, she was able to detect the other party.

"Senior Sister is still out wandering around at this time?"

Qi Jin's long hair was soaked with rain, sticking to both sides of her cheeks, and the rain also slipped down her neck and into her collar.

Feng Changyu followed the water droplet and was about to cast a spell, but unexpectedly, Qi Jin refused.

"Senior sister is not in good health, so don't waste your spiritual energy."

Qi Jin stood up, her slender figure was outlined by the wet repair robe, she still didn't turn her head, she just stared into the distance.

That direction is the direction of Suihai.

Feng Changyu's heart froze, before the sympathy had completely dissipated, she pressed Qi Jin's shoulder by accident.

"Forget it."

It is still difficult for her to understand love, or even miss.

Even her mother, Tan Niang, she never had that thought, it was just an ordinary memory.

However, she didn't know anything about these misses and admirations, but she was the first to learn to hate.

He hated his own background, hated the father who caused so much pain for Tanniang, hated the ghost clan, hated the situation, hated many, many...

Qi Jin's study in Yiting Misty Rain also piled up a lot of script books that she bought from down the mountain.

Sincere, dirty, bitter, painful, helpless...all are love.

She doesn't know why, she feels that there is no joy, and love can also be hate.

But to this day, all her confusion through the empathy of others has turned into the bitterness in the heavy rain at this moment.

Acid is not quite like jealousy.

Sourness became her sinking heart.

She could see Qi Jin's absent-mindedness along the way, and the originally lively person would suddenly look back when he was wandering on the long street with his classmates.

As if looking for someone.

Say nothing when others ask.

Feng Changyu seldom went out with these young people. Sometimes when the demon killing was over and the young people's energy was not exhausted, she felt tired and went to rest early.

It's more like an avoidance. She has never been easy to fit in, and she doesn't have to force herself to stand in the crowd and become a cause of embarrassment for others.

When she said this, her voice trembled in a way she didn't even notice.

Qi Jin is the kind of person she most wants to be.

His parents are still alive, his family is harmonious, his master takes care of him, he has a good temperament, carefree and popular.

Her junior sister always said that so many people like you, senior sister.

No, everyone likes Qi Jin.

Who wouldn't love a guy who makes every day easy?

Including Feng Changyu himself.

"I'm not thinking."

Qi Jin lowered his head and let out a long sigh.

This Hujia belongs to Su Mingzhen, Qi Jin's own is not that old.

When they ran into Su Ming blowing a beard on the mountain, they became familiar with each other, and later Qi Jin would meet each other on the mountain.

Her Hujia was made by her father. Although the rhythm is not bad, she herself hates it very much.

Su Mingzhen thought it was funny every time he watched Qi Jin blow out before venting, and proposed an exchange.

Qi Jin has a problem, that is, if he can't draw well, he thinks it's a problem with the brush, and if he can't learn swordsmanship, it's a problem with the sword, and it's the same with blowing Hu Jia.

She happily changed it.

But I didn't expect it to be today.

She had thought about Su Mingzhen many times before, and when she passed a town, she wanted to tell him what this place had.

Do you like this kind of sharing?

Would she do it for someone else?

In this regard, she herself is too calm, and always feels that there is always a standard for liking and love in the world. She likes Su Mingzhen, a little higher than others, because she didn't say goodbye, because the other party prepared things before leaving, it's a pity blessing.

And because of the vague suspicion, it was a little higher.

She was afraid that the other party would not come back.

This premonition always wakes her up at night, but she comforts herself that Su Mingzhen's cultivation is not bad, how could it be...

I really didn't think about it today.

I didn't think about it when I played it, but I don't dare to think about it now.

She is so disturbed.

On top of her head was an oil-paper umbrella, and when Qi Jin raised his head, he could still see the flowers painted on the inside and outside. This paper umbrella blocked the torrential rain.

The whole city of Wei was covered by heavy rain, as if only she and Feng Changyu were left.

Qi Jin was about to turn around, but was hugged from behind.

Feng Changyu was about the same height as her, with his face resting on her shoulder, the oil-paper umbrella fell to the ground lightly, rolled down the roof, and finally landed on the ground.

But the ground collapsed immediately, as if the Wei City was well-developed in all directions, and it was not known where it was teleported.

"Senior Sister, your sudden enthusiasm is no good for Senior Sister."

Qi Jin spoke very plainly, and there was no expression on her face.

The heavy rain fell on them, and the figures of both of them were clearly outlined in the rain.

"Junior Sister, don't worry too much," Feng Changyu's voice sounded like he was shouting rain, a little hazy, "She is not inferior to me in strength, and after the tour is over, you will definitely see her when you return to Que Nei."

Qi Jin let out an oh.

She was still lowering her head trying to push Feng Changyu's hand away.

After all, it's so strange that two people are sticking wet together now.

"When I see her, I will definitely kill her."

she said lightly.

She accepted Feng Changyu's comfort.

Feng Changyu raised his chin all day long with a glamorous and dignified look, if he could be like this his character design would collapse.

Qi Jin still had time to think about these things.

"Feng Changyu, let go."

Qi Jin was a little impatient.

Qi Jin made up his mind to tear away the hands on his waist, but he didn't expect it to be so easy.

She turned to let go, but found that Feng Changyu had his eyes closed.

What are you doing, fell asleep?

Qi Jin stretched out his hand and patted the opponent's face, only to find that the opponent's breath had weakened again.

What is wrong with it?

Qi Jin felt bald.

She carried Feng Changyu on her back, and sent a lot of ghost energy to the other party, but found that the other party was still the same.

The rain was still heavy, Qi Jin jumped off the roof and was about to go back, but found that the house in front of him moved up and down, left and right, and so did the ground.

The originally dilapidated houses were lit up with lights that appeared out of thin air one by one before her eyes, and the hustle and bustle of the city rushed to her face in an instant, a bit like the scene when she just entered the city.

Fantasy again?

Feng Changyu's gossip mirror is still in Qi Jin's hands, but today it seems to be out of order.

Qi Jin stood blankly on the bustling street like the world, watching the demon gates passing by on the street, his heart skipped a beat.

Wangcheng's recovery is ahead of schedule?