: Extra 49 acid

Zi Chen returned by himself.
He returned to the room, swept away, saw the sour spirits that had been washed not long ago on the table, and paused.
After that, he walked to the table and sat down, stretched out his slender and well-knotted fingers lazily, pinching the largest and fullest sour spirit fruit and passing it into his lips.
He opened a book casually, with a relaxed posture, just like every day before, staying quietly alone.
After a while, he took his gaze away from the book, raised his eyes and looked out the window.
Empty and deserted.
His face did not move, his eyes dropped again.
Tuanzi used to like to go to Fengyougu very much. Now he has finally come out, and of course he will stay there for a long time.
He turned a page.
...
As time passed slowly, he ate a lot of sour spirits on the plate.
After reading a book, Zi Chen felt a little boring, and got up and went to the shelf to change another one.
As he walked by the window, he looked out again seemingly unconscious.
It was silent, and there were no people.
He paused, withdrew his gaze, turned around and sat back.
He lowered his head and opened the book, his eyelashes trembled slightly.
Actually... still the one just now.
At that moment, he didn't know what was wrong, he actually forgot his original plan to change the book, and came back with this one.
He stared at the book a few times, and finally threw it aside.
He rubbed his temples and planned to take a nap.
...
When I opened my eyes again, a warm orange light spilled in from the window.
He squinted his eyes slightly uncomfortable, and concentrated his concentration for a moment.
It was already dusk by now.
The sun was sinking, and only half of the setting sun remained, hidden behind the flowing clouds in the sky, revealing a few rays of light.
Half of the sky was smudged into magnificent colors.
Zi Chen half leaned back in the chair, staring at this beautiful exquisiteness for a moment.
Immediately, he seemed to remember something, and looked back into the room.
"Dumpling?"
The cold, low, dumb voice echoed in the room, making it even more deserted.
No one responded.
That's - haven't come back yet.
In fact, there is no need to ask this, with Zi Chen's current strength, all the movement within this radius can't escape his eyes.
Therefore, he knew very well that not only did the dumpling not return to the house, but even the mountain.
I really didn't even see a shadow.
He was silent for a moment, and then glanced towards the horizon.
After a long while, he bent his index finger and tapped lightly on the table.
well.
Seems to be crazy?
He restrained his breath and caught a glimpse of the sour spirits left on the table.
In just a moment, he did not hesitate to take the shot, slowly but firmly sending the sour spirit fruit into his mouth.
It seems that I have no plans to stay at all.
...
It wasn't until the sunset completely settled and hid in the mountains and forests, and a deep twilight descended, that the dumplings came back with endless thoughts.
She walked on the road in the mountains, with light steps, smiling lips, as if very happy.
The lively and joyous atmosphere made the teenagers beside her couldn't help laughing.
"Dumpling, are you very happy?"
The dumpling nodded:
"Of course! You don't know how I spent the time in it!"
In fact, all her mind and energy at the time were focused on repairing the Phoenix Temple, and she was not too aware of the passage of time.
Now that I came out, I realized that I was so pitiful.
She has never been a wrongdoer, so she has arranged a hundred compensation methods for herself.
Although she hasn't figured it out yet, how should those one hundred kinds come from?
But that is not important!
The dumplings are thriving, and their hearts are full of joy and excitement.
Yiming looked at her, the girl smiled like a flower.
He laughed softly and asked:
"Then you have fun in Fengyougu today?"
Dumpling laughed and nodded.
"I have been busy with things before, and I haven't had much fun!"
Today, I followed Yi Ming and the others. They were all about the same age and had good relationships. They got along very lively.
Yiming paused, and his heart beating faster. After considering it for a while, he said:
"that--"
As soon as he started a sentence, the dumpling seemed to have noticed something, and suddenly raised his head and looked forward.
In the twilight, a figure stood in front of the door.
The tall and straight figure seemed to be surrounded by a faint chill, which made people unconsciously in awe.
Those indifferent and deep eyes looked towards this side, their eyes were very pale, and they did not seem to have any emotion.
However, Yi Ming felt his heart tense inexplicably, and he felt that his mind was thoroughly seen.
The words in the throat, for some reason, suddenly couldn't speak.
However, Tuanzi was not afraid of this, but waved happily.
"Zichen! I'm back!"
Zi Chen just glanced at Yi Ming, and his gaze quickly fell back to Tuanzi.
Yiming secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but deep down in his heart, he was still somewhat restrained.
Zi Chen asked quietly:
"It's not a kid anymore, so trouble someone else to send it back?"
Yiming was stunned, and then he wanted to explain: "No--"
The dumpling was also taken aback.
He looked at Zichen and then at Yi Ming.
"Zichen, Yiming lives very close to us, just drop in to send me back! They all said it's dark, it's not easy to leave—"
In the dark night, Zi Chen seemed to laugh.
His voice sounded lazy.
"You are the young master of the Scarlet Golden Heavenly Phoenix clan, and now even the Phoenix Temple is repaired by you yourself. For you, isn't it easy to come and go here?"
The dumpling froze for a moment, and then he came back to his senses.
"Also..."
When she was about to come back, everyone said that, and she didn't think too much, and followed Yiming.
Now I think that she is indeed no longer a child, where else will she send it?
Immediately afterwards, I heard Zi Chen whispered:
"Since I feel that it is not easy to leave at night, then I will come back before dark."
He is cold-tempered, and his tone of speech has never been superfluous.
Therefore, listening to these words, it is inexplicable with a certain irreversible majesty.
Tuanzi has long been used to his tone of voice, but listening to this condition, his face collapsed.
"Huh? But I—"
She managed to grow up with great difficulty, and now she has a rare leisure time, how could she be restricted like this?
Before she finished speaking, she saw Zi Chen grabbed a sour spirit fruit and fed it into her mouth.
Her eyes lit up and she rushed over.
"Ah! My fruit!"
All her thoughts were on eating, and she forgot to say goodbye to Yiming.
When she came to Zichen, she raised her face:
"Zichen, where's mine? Where's mine?"
Zichen bit the fruit, and the rich juice filled his lips and teeth.
He spoke slowly:
"This is the last one."
Dumpling: "..."
Zi Chen raised his chin.
"I don't thank you for sending you back."
The dumplings worshipped Yiming bluntly, without stopping for a while.
After eating a bit too much, Zichen's tongue touched his upper jaw, feeling the roots of his teeth sour.
He looked at the boy not far away, and spoke loosely and coldly:
"Thank you for sending our dumplings back."
"However, I won't use it in the future."