Chapter 1881: I'll pick you up (3)

Chapter 1881: I'll Take You Home (3)
"Well, you look so sad, your mother is sad. Xia Xia doesn't want her to be sad. Can you think of my mother? Otherwise, my mother would not be happy if her mother was unhappy."
Huh?
Liu Yinyin's breathing was stagnant. She paled and took a few steps back.
Why is the windy daughter ... shouting at him?
"pour……"
The young man lowered his eyes, his gaze fell on Feng Ruqing's face, and his stiff expression moved slightly: "Tilt?"
This sentence, as if after countless years, fell into the wind's ears again, making her tears almost burst out.
Fortunately, I finally put up with it.
"Hmm ... I'm here."
"Tipping ..."
The long sword in the young man's hand slipped down. He looked at the wind and poured blood on his palm, and felt a pain in his heart: "Dip."
He kept whispering her name in his mouth.
It seems that he only remembers her name.
The wind was throwing up his hands, and hugged the slender and thin figure of the boy tightly.
I don't know what he has experienced in the past two years. The thinness makes her feel a little distressed, and even her heart is filled with sour taste.
"Well, how about going home with me?"
"it is good."
The boy's voice was a little dry, but he was so obedient and obedient. He stared at the wind without any blinking, and never looked at anyone else.
"Windboy!"
Liu Yinyin was panicked, and rushed up quickly, trying to block the young man's way.
"Fengzi, what would I do if you were gone? You promised my grandpa ..."
He promised.
Promised to take care of her for life.
The wind looked at Liu Yinyin with a puzzled look, and frowned lightly: "Well, who is she?"
Feng Yan glanced at Liu Yinyin and shook his head: "I don't know."
do not know?
The wind slumped and pointed at Nanxuan: "Who is he, do you remember?"
Feng Feng's eyes were puzzled. He raised his eyes to the south string and groaned for a while: "I don't remember."
Can not remember?
Feng Ruqing's expression froze, but she didn't know anyone except her?
This may be a little difficult ...
Nanxian did not know where to take out a bottle of spiritual fluid and smear it on the palm of the wind.
Her palms were healing at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.
"Qinger, you leave with your uncle first. I have some things to deal with, and I will catch up soon."
"Oh."
Feng Ruqing didn't ask much. She held Xia Xia's hand in one hand, grabbed Feng Xie in one hand, and smiled, "Hey, let's go, let's go home first."
"Ok."
The wind is obedient, like a child who follows the wind like a slump. His clear eyes are only her figure, and her handsome face has a shallow smile.
Warm and warm, like Mu Chunfeng.
When the wind fluttered and the wind flew away, Nanxian's sight fell on Liu Yinyin's body.
He walked towards her slowly, all in white, with white hair, dancing wildly in the wind, looking a bit cold, panic-stricken.
"you……"
Liu Yinyin's teeth were trembling, and she looked at Nanxuan with a bit of horror.
Nanxian expressionless: "For the first time, you stopped me from leaving, but in order to save the wind, so ... I left."
"Second time, you want to stop me and Fengyu from saving Duaner, but I am in a hurry to find her, so I have no time to settle accounts with you."
"This is the third time!"
Nanxian's tone was indifferent, and the cold eyes made people panic.
"Third time, you're not bad at Qinger!"
(End of this chapter)