: 661, who will write to her (three more)

661, who will write to her (three more) "You all are scattered! Xue Yan Shimei, you come with me!" Ink sleeves, a bright fog has already appeared on his side, feet Step on the crane.
Everyone watched the master and Xue Yan’s sister leave, full of doubts and envy.
Ning Yin couldn't figure it out, but she thought, maybe it was this incident that alerted the master. He came here, so she didn't dare to stay and do her own thing. Before she left, she was angry. I took a look at the Vatican River.
This is good, no one is willing to benefit! It is the achievement of that snow.
And Mingwuyan is not as comfortable as everyone can see at this time. She stepped on the crane and looked at the incomprehensible look of her master and brother.
After a moment of silence, she curiously said, "Have I seen you there?"
Ink star gave her a look, calmly said: "It seems that you are not unforgettable."
The fog was a glimpse, and he looked at him carefully. "I have seen you?"
The ink heart smiled a little, but did not answer her question.
"I don't have much time at the Sanskrit Gate. You can find the Van River when you have something. Of course, you can overcome it better. It doesn't matter if you fail to pass the assessment. Just don't let yourself hurt."
The ink heart is hard to marry her.
Mingwu nodded, in fact, Xue Yihan is so jealous of her.
"As for the Sanskrit door, there are audible Sanctuary assassinations everywhere. When you are still a new life, don't go around in the Sanskrit Gate. It is in a place where there is a ban."
"Oh, good!" Ming Yuyan listened to the ink heart, she thought, this person is very concerned about himself, but also know that he can hear the sound of the Sanskrit assassination, it must not be ordinary people.
Knowing that she can hear the sound of the Sanskrit assassination, except for the brothers of the Vatican, then only the snow is cold, then, is this master of the ink heart a friend of Xue Yihan?
Thinking of this, she immediately took out the fairy mud and asked.
Ink star gave her a look and smiled: "Who is the boss who I am?"
Mingwuyan heard the word "Boss", he is the subordinate of Xue Yihan?
In the wilderness, only the blue soul and the green elephant, their group of people would call Xue Yihan so.
"You..." The words of Mingwuyan have not finished yet, and I saw Xue Yihan replying to myself.
"Ink has participated in our wedding ceremony. However, he has a special status. He did not officially introduce you. Just now I told him to go. If you have something, you can find him. I don't want to run around in the Sanyin Gate. I will worry.

After seeing the misty face, I was surprised to see a calm-hearted master of ink.
It turned out that she and Xue Yihan had seen him during the wedding ceremony. No wonder she felt familiar.
Moreover, she remembered that there was a group of people at that time. Because there were many people, the haste was coming, and the rush was going, Xue Yihan did not introduce them for them.
"Where are we going now?" After knowing the identity of the ink heart, Ming Mia looked at him curiously.
She did not expect that the master of the Sanskrit door would actually be a snowy person.
The ink heart sat down on the crane and raised his hand. A circle of ink-colored light surrounded the crane and formed a top secret space.
After doing this, he said: "I am teaching you to secret music now. Besides this, I can't teach anything else. What I have learned is not suitable for you to learn. In the future, you still have to start from the beginning of the Fanyin Gate like ordinary freshmen. It is a good choice to follow the Vatican River."
"Well. What is the secret sound?" The bright fog is also colored.
"Speech is also a Sanskrit, because after the improvement, it only applies to our people to deliver the message, you may use it in the Vatican."
"Well, I will learn with my heart." Mingwu Yan set the mind, began to seriously follow the ink heart to learn the secret sound.
On the other side, in the Brahma Gate, Prince Tianfan heard about the incident in the Fanyin Gate, and he hesitated to ask the person who reported the letter.
"The heart of the Fanyin Gate has appeared? Is it really the ink heart?"
"Yes, it is indeed him. He just returned to the Sanskrit Gate and bumped into the gamble of the Fan River and Ning Yin, and he stopped it and took the name of Xue Yan."
The Heavenly Prince made a thoughtful thought: "How can he return to the Fanyin Gate? This man will not see the end of the dragon, how can he bring new people?"
"That said, when he was not there, let the Van River carry the sister."
"Know it, go on!"
"Yes."
At this time, Fu Rou, who was not far away, approached the Prince of Tianfan, and some unwillingly said: "Sister Tian Fan, why are you so concerned about that called Xue Yan?"
In the past, the brothers were concerned about the scorpio of the moon, but this time, how did she feel that the brothers really care about the snow Yan who lived with the moon?
"Fu Rou, don't worry about my business in the future!" After he finished, he turned and left.
He was not far away, and he saw the head of the Vatican Gate appear in front, and beckoned to him, the Tianfan Prince was slightly shocked, but still walked over.
"Tianfan kid, I want to ask you a little bit!" The door of the Vatican door directly said it.
Prince Tianfan has already guessed the reason, but still pretending to ask: "What is the matter of refining the head?"
"Talk about that gimmick, it is to go back to the Vatican with you, try the little gimmicks of the Vatican, Brahma, and Vatican. Who is she?"
Prince Tianfan shook his head flatly. "I don't know, I think, you should ask the Vatican River. I met them in the secret of the fairy spirit. This is the time to return to the Vatican."
The door of the incineration door is thoughtful: "I don't know? I sent people to see it, saying that she lived with your sister and sister, thinking that you are familiar."
This little girl's Fanyinmen jade card is the old stubborn person of the Van Gogh Gate. He asked the door of the Fanyin door. In addition to his talent, he thought that the little girl must have an unusual identity.
"Is the head wanting her to go to the Vatican?" Tiantian Prince laughed.
It is notorious that the head of the refining is loved, so it is imaginable not to let the disciples who are talented.
The door of the Vatican was not denied, and nodded. "The little girl is qualified and looks more suitable to practice the Vatican."
He saw from the Brahma mirror that the little girl had fainted when she removed the jade card from the Vatican scale. It seems that she is not suitable for practicing the Sanskrit, and is more suitable for the Vatican.
If her identity is not too complicated, he can go directly to the Fanyin Gate dignitaries, abandon the Sanskrit, and modify the Vatican. After all, this is a rare talent, he does not want to give up.
Prince Tianfan saw the thoughts of the refining head, whispered: "She is a closed disciple of Tong Lao. I think that Tong Lao must have given her a phase stone or a clin stone. She chose the Sanskrit, naturally there is Her reason. Apart from this, I think her qualifications should be able to repair eight."
"What?" The door of the Vatican door was surprised.
Qualification is enough to repair eight? What is this concept? There is no one in the entire Vatican, who has a fellow practitioner.
Prince Tianfan smiled and said: "I am just making an analogy. She must have been able to repair eight."
Although she did not understand why the savage king would let the come to the Vatican, but he can be sure that the savage king will never let her work hard in the Vatican, how tired!
The reason why he is so sure of this is also a reason. The little girl has five fellow initiates at Yutian College, and graduated from Yutian College perfectly. Then, even in Fanmen, there are five doors that must be qualified. Learning, the other three, Brahma ranks he has already seen, she can go to the third level or above is to learn, the Fanyin door she is already, and the Vatican door, it is not impossible to go...
"Forget it, it is a closed disciple of Tong Shixiong, and I can't take it to grab people. However, I like this little girl very much. When do you ask your sister to bring her, sit down to me, I will stop by. Ask her if she is interested in joining the Vatican. "The refining head chose a roundabout tactic.
"Good!" Prince Tianfan agreed to it.
At this point, Mingwuyan has learned the same with the ink heart learning timbre, that is, the ink heart is also very surprised at her talent.
When it was dark, Mo Xin sent her back to the residence of the new students of Fanyinmen. When he left, he shouted: "I am going to leave the door of Fanyin tonight. If you are looking for the Vatican, if you can't solve it, use the secret sound. I will come back."
"Well, I know." Ming Wuyan waved his hand at the ink heart and said goodbye to him.
Although the ink heart speaks moderately with herself, she can also see that he should actually be a relatively cold person. If it is not Snowy's command, he will not appear to help himself!
Going back to the residence, Yuetian was bathing in the house. When she saw her coming back, she stood up excitedly and looked at it. It was retracted into the tub.
"Xueyan Shimei, you have been with the brothers of the ink heart for a day today, how do you feel? Everyone is envious of you, and they say that they will have a good relationship with you in the future, and I want to follow you with the brothers of the ink heart tomorrow!"
Mingwu smiled and shook his head. "He left today, let me follow the brothers of the Van River tomorrow. You wash, the water is cold."
"It doesn't matter!" Yue Tianyan stretched his hand and turned around in some cool water. A group of aura flashed in the water, and the water temperature was warm.
Ming Mist Yan couldn't help but smile, and Yue Tianyi really used the spiritual power to the extreme, it is really amazing!
Even if it is sweet, it is estimated that it is not so easy to use the spiritual power!
"Right, there is a letter on the table, look at it!" What the moon whims up, pointing his finger at the desk in front.
Ming Mist Yan Wei, letter?
Who will write to her?